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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
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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
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Trying to hold it in
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Trying to hold it in
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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
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