Art Morera - Tribal Tat lyrics

Uh huh, Yeah Yeah One more time before I go [Verse 1: Art Morera] I took my mom's dog for a walk My girl tell me bout her blog when we talk Thought I poured sugar in my colada, it was salt And it tastes awful, obstacles Life of an adult looking for a job is fickle I feel a little out of place walking around Brickell Went to tie my shoe lace and I found a nickel Been saving up so I can propose to Nicole Life's difficult, I pray when I need a miracle Piece of me dies when I see a tear trickle In my youth, my only fear was seeing wrinkles In the mirror when I stare at my appearance Think of my parents I wanna buy my mom a house, man, 'least pay her rent Give my pops a dojo for his own private cla**es Of Japanese jujitsu, survival tactics [Hook: Art Morera] That's why my lines leave a mark like a tribal tat Or when the screen on your iPhone cracks My lines leave a mark like a tribal tat Uh huh, that ain't the hook [Verse 2: Art Morera] Real rap, green Vans, Nike socks While I fight these thoughts, please tap into my psyche In the cut smoking indica, cut from a different cloth This fabric you need to get dry cleaned It's like a kick stand where my bike leans Let me take a quick dab 'fore my flight leaves Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture That's a Fat Joe lyric on a song with The Punisher Them the type of verses that me and my cousin would learn Put the instrumental on, think of something similar Like a simile, got a way with the words Like I sprayed the burner and I got away with the murder No snitchin', no verse of mine ghostwritten Won't shove my foot in a shoe it won't fit in Gettin' closer to the day that I'm rich Like Money Making Mitch, I'll never front a fake image [Hook: Art Morera] That's why my lines leave a mark like a tribal tat Or when the screen on your iPhone cracks I keep my stash in the drawer where my bible at Yeah I'm back like a spinal tap Morera...