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art morera - smart cold turkey lyrics

[intro]

uh, i like this (me too)
where we at?
nixon on the track, art morera

[verse 1: art morera]

i recorded my flows on my friend’s microphone for a long time
i needed some money so i p-wned mine
paid three hundred dollars retail
won’t get into details on how much i got for it
but long story short, when he asked for his mic back
just like that, i could not record
it’ll make you wonder where your life’s at
couldn’t hide the fact i didn’t use it a lot before
when the same day your father’s door slam shut behind you
when you and your old man don’t talk no more
i swear it’s tough to write to, tough to write to
if you’re like me, you know what that means
you got bad luck to grind through
my goal is to put a good show
if you don’t get your hands up, alright cool
we all got demons, you know what mine saying
“leave the rap stuff in high school”
but we all got angels too, you heard what she’s saying to you?
saying to you

[hook: art morera]

you gotta be smart about it
you gotta be smart about it

[verse 2: art morera]

my birth in the earth was under this turf
let’s shove him in dirt
my roots said i’ll die if none of them work
“he needs the light and water for hunger and thirst”
my number one concern’s that i dug upward
even with my doubts in a drought i’ma sprout out
the world was holding me down
you fell through a crack, i found my way (woo!)
show my face in this town
figure let me smile for a while
right by this gal with her frown and a little gray cloud
with her pain and the rain, i d-mn near drowned
wasn’t planted in a meadow it was concrete and metal
right by the palmetto, pero
i know that it’s for something when i’m held by my stem’ll
let her know that she’s loved while plucking my pedals
h-llo

[hook: art morera]

you gotta be smart about it
you gotta be smart about it

[beat switches]

[hook 2: art morera]

my team hungry, these hoes thirsty
i get o’s dirt cheap, someone lied and said i quit cold turkey

(y’all had a good time? let’s get back to it
uh, i’m from miami)

[verse 3: art morera]

i’m on the air talking ’bout putting something in the air
like, ah yeah i saw what you did there
been there, done that
if it’s good they come back
and this like a tavern where the og’s gather
i be on my own tip, got my own st–ze rather
so don’t talk no sh-t or get your dope dreams shattered on the concrete
got the code of the streets mastered
cursing in the wind, homie
breeze knows the status and that’s familia
no time for affiliates if i’m not feeling ya and your chitter chatter
when my pocket getting fatter, sat and got my skin tatted
i don’t write but if i did you would see my pen stabbin’ through the sheet of paper
i think i need a stapler
my friend owed me five bucks and blew a g in vegas
my ex told me i suck and now she thinks i’m famous
they say “what’s up” but i don’t know what these people’s name is
nixon provide the beat i just write to it lively
when i die put poison ivy inside of an iv and try to revive me
that’s the only thing half as dope as the raps i wrote
and would act as an antidote to all my anecdotes

[hook 2: art morera]

my team hungry, these hoes thirsty
i get o’s dirt cheap, someone lied and said i quit cold turkey
my team hungry, these hoes thirsty
i get o’s dirt cheap, someone lied and said i quit cold turkey
cold turkey
cold turkey
my team hungry, these hoes thirsty
i get o’s dirt cheap, someone lied and said i quit cold turkey

- art morera lyrics

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