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lirik lagu art morera - i.c.u.

right on time, used to ask why am i so late
stay up and isolate
been warming up to the idea to make an escape
trek through ice cold states
am i living my life okay
simultaneously, wonder if then
should’ve might as well die? no way
did my time go to waste stacking paper like dunder mifflin
head spinning like those plates in microwaves
maybe one day i’ll look back cracking a smile, at a ripe old age
if i knew then, everything i do now, would i feel like michael j
would i ask for a hand, cause i just couldn’t fit in like oj
alright, okay
god has sense of humor, type to go make you hide your face
mine don’t hit the same when their laughs sound like the type inside jokes make
till i’m struck by lightning or a meteor hit, and it’s our final day
i’m screaming “thug life” surfing tidal waves

there’s a picture me throwing up the west side, i was maybe like 10 years old
picture me throwing up the west side, i was like 10 years old
long time ago, back when the hair on the top of my head still grow
guess it was too expensive on top so they moved down where the rent is low
i feel like tupac, made my best albums on the west coast
art morera’s death era would’ve been a death row
if this was 1996, guess we’ll never know
this ain’t 1996, need to travel light and let sh~t go
rip to every rapper that was ever smoked
whether by gunshots or songs i once dropped
after the glow, we never spoke
got sick on tour, too poor for a doctor
prescribed oregano
backhanded encouragers said “break a leg”
now my leg is broke
self~belief integral, life without it, how bizarre
unleashed mine, it once ran off, later found where the wild things are
cross country again, lost count by now, this time without a car
can’t wait till i can look up and count the stars
be like one, two
man the honest truth its a distraction
from thinking ’bout what i’ma do
next time i see you

yeah

shout out this jesus piece, that deity is my g.o.d
till i’m on holy ground, i’ma hold it down, p.o.p
less likely to be losing self~control living remotely
will i do something i can’t undo next time i see…
speak no evil chico, we both probably want peace low~key
let’s not forget, he offered a bed so you can sleep homie
god gives and takes, make no mistake, he knows what we both need
as we proceed, charged with death of my ego, exalted by elohim
y’all know my steelo, steel low while i reload
heart is six below, still hard to be tranquilo
silver by the kilo, gold by the eagle
buy the dips to stack the cheetos and doritos
and exhale smoke after i roll joints
to see if i’m in the presence of the ghosts of dead homeboys
more rizz than rolls royce, stacking gold coins
already bought it back but had to p~wn the grim reaper
to get a black tahoe, matching sneakers
call my dad and put him on speaker
so the sound of his voice prints on the upholstery via the reverb
that’s called the ‘golden retriever’
for these gold chains i used to propane stove as a heater
tonight a hater had some sh~t to say about these chains around my neck as i was leaving work
with an evil smirk

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