Bucciarati (feat. Kari Faux)

Open Mike Eagle - Bucciarati (feat. Kari Faux) Lyrics

[Hook: Kari Faux]Sorry to call you in, I needed a helping handBroken the zip again, broken the zip againTrying to fill up my bag to carry a couple grandBroken the zip again, broken the zip again[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]Fallin' apart, I can't hold it togetherAll in the art 'cause I won't live foreverI had a direction and split from the thesisNow I need more fingers to pick up the piecesFightin' to follow the line the writingFall was excitingMy winter coat has removable liningsWho's gonna bring me good comfort and tidings'Cause Santa ain't comin', he wasn't invitedI wasn't expected to need it, was headed a different directionI seen it, I seen it, I seen it, the phoenixTryin' to emerge from these disparate piecesI'm watchin' it struggle, watchin' it juggleIt's feathers was burnin' a hole in the puzzleIt trapped and it's hooked on the shit that they hustlePicture was blurring, the drawing is muddledIt's uhhhh[Hook: Kari Faux]Sorry to call you in, I needed a helping handBroken the zip again, broken the zip againTrying to fill up my bag to carry a couple grandBroken the zip again, broken the zip againBroken the zip again, broken the zip againTrying to hold it inBroken the zip again, broken the zip againTrying to hold it inBroken the zip again, broken the zip againBroken the zip again[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]Part of me stuck in original traumaPart of me wears an invisible armorPart of me knows I have all that I needPart of me hurts when the other succeedI saw the sign but forgot what it saidFeedin' the animals fucks with they headSmart in the belly, but dumb in the headWho up on the ledge?Autumn can't come until Summer is deadCame for a party, a bummer insteadThis isn't happy or art in the parkPart of it's darkPart of it's missin', the arteries pissin' and splittin' apartI need a doctor to look at this chartI need to ask who took me apartI need more fingers to pick up the piecesI really don't know where to start[Verse 3: Kari Faux]And I have the eyes, but I won't compromiseTo get what you want, I never reviseOne step at a time is the method I use[?] in the hand when I'm feelin' the bluesYour eyes are chartreuse and appear to have it all togetherI remember hand me downs, we was rockin' pleatherSunday service, I was waitin' to be hit by the spiritBut, it never happened, did it work on children?As I grew older, void got biggerTryin' to fill the hole with sex, maybe liquorWhat's the difference 'tween the saint and the sinnerRather isolate myself 'cause I can beg you to differSometimes I can't recognize who's in the mirrorHopin' someone would come and make the image clearerExpect the box, now I'm pushin' my barrierSo why do I still feel like a moral grey area[Hook: Kari Faux]Sorry to call you in, I needed a helping handBroken the zip again, broken the zip againTrying to fill up my bag to carry a couple grandBroken the zip again, broken the zip againBroken the zip again, broken the zip againTrying to hold it inBroken the zip again, broken the zip againTrying to hold it inBroken the zip again, broken the zip againBroken the zip again