Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bucciarati, artist - Open Mike Eagle. Album song Anime, Trauma and Divorce, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.10.2020
Record label: Auto reverse
Song language: English
Bucciarati |
| Sorry to call you late, I needed a helping hand |
| Broken the zip again, broken the zip again |
| Trying to fill up my bag to carry a couple grand |
| Broken the zip again, broken the zip again |
| Fallin' apart, I can’t hold it together |
| All in the art 'cause I won’t live forever |
| I had a direction and split from the thesis |
| Now I need more fingers to pick up the pieces |
| the writing |
| Fall was exciting |
| My winter coat has removable linings |
| Who’s gonna comfort and tidings |
| 'Cause Santa ain’t comin', he wasn’t invited |
| I wasn’t expected to need it, was headed a different direction |
| I seen it, I seen it, I seen it, the phoenix |
| Tryin' to emerge from these disparate pieces |
| I’m watchin' it struggle, watchin' it juggle |
| It’s feathers was burnin' a hole in the puzzle |
| It trapped and it’s hooked on the shit that they hustle |
| Picture was blurring, the drawing is muddled |
| It’s uhhhh |
| Sorry to call you late, I needed a helping hand |
| Broken the zip again, broken the zip again |
| Trying to fill up my bag to carry a couple grand |
| Broken the zip again, broken the zip again |
| Broken the zip again, broken the zip again |
| Trying to hold it in |
| Broken the zip again, broken the zip again |
| Trying to hold it in |
| Broken the zip again, broken the zip again |
| Broken the zip again |
| Part of me stuck in original trauma |
| Part of me wears an invisible armor |
| Part of me knows I have all that I need |
| Part of me hurts when the other succeed |
| I saw the sign but forgot what it said |
| Feedin' the animals fucks with they head |
| Smart in the belly, but dumb in the head |
| Who up on the ledge? |
| Autumn can’t come until Summer is dead |
| Came for the party, instead |
| This isn’t happy or art in a part |
| Part of it’s dark |
| Part of it’s wishin' splittin' apart |
| I need a doctor to look at this chart |
| I need to ask who took me apart |
| I need more fingers to pick up the pieces |
| I really don’t know where to start |
| have the eyes, but I won’t compromise |
| To get what you want, I never revise |
| One step at a time is the method I use |
| in the hand when I’m feelin' the blues |
| Your eyes are chartreuse and appear to have it all together |
| I remember hand me downs, we was rockin' pleather |
| Sunday service, I was waitin' to be hit by the spirit |
| But, it never happened, did it work on children? |
| As I grew older, void got bigger |
| Tryin' to fill the hole with sex, maybe liquor |
| What’s the difference 'tween the saint and the dinner |
| Rather 'cause I can beg you to differ |
| Sometimes I can’t recognize who’s in the mirror |
| Hopin' someone would come and make the image clearer |
| Expect the box, now I’m pushin' my barrier |
| So why do I still feel like I’m over grey area |
| Sorry to call you late, I needed a helping hand |
| Broken the zip again, broken the zip again |
| Trying to fill up my bag to carry a couple grand |
| Broken the zip again, broken the zip again |
| Broken the zip again, broken the zip again |
| Trying to hold it in |
| Broken the zip again, broken the zip again |
| Trying to hold it in |
| Broken the zip again, broken the zip again |
| Broken the zip again |