Art Morera Talks
[Verse 1 : Art Morera]
Drove across the country
The journey was unprecedented, the front seat
Was like my oval office, I am no ruler
But I do go the distance for the mula
It wasn't why we left, I mean my music career needed a tune up
So it can blossom like a tulip, I'm not getting into it too much
True shit, intimate music is what I do, plus
I got a lot of love for those that I met
Made some mistakes but I own up to it
Heard a lot of things change from one day to the next
All this data to process in my cranium got me stressed
[Verse 2: Art Morera]
I don't need to get as deep as it actually is
Understand that it's factual, I handle my biz
Make bread, dressed casual, act natural
Pull up on your crib, make you pay the cash you owe
Cuz I got the bigger cashews, pistachios
Now your pissed cuz your stash safe hollow
Mad space inside
Least you can fill it up again without owing me a dime
I used to buy dimes in Hialeah
December 25th how I light a tree up
Rap's my gift, memory is a time lapse of trips that I've taken
Head spinnin', shit just did a 1080
Like this is an exorcism, ain't it crazy?
It's always the one that's doing nathan that's an expert in criticism
Isn't it? I told them to stay out of my business
Got my head cloudy, wasn't weed or no dizziness
Too many tabs open in the internet in my head
It's what happens when you depend on other's opinions
My gas tank was a bank I put my last pennies in
Circles that cut corners never have any ends
Cut ‘em off, wasn't fitting in anyway
Since then my life is in better shape, yeah
Careful that you reach out to, who you do business with
Having pow wows over your chowing down some food
You never know who is a loud mouth
Spread your business while you're out and about
Like a receptionist, what an evil thing deception is
Don't trust anyone if you step into this
