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momentum - art morera lyrics

[hook: art morera]
tunnel vision, i’m seeing a mill
see where i’m going? i pray before eating my meal
you do it for the fame, but for me it’s the thrill
trynna get me to chill, that sh-t gives me the chills
wanna build? wanna get a moment of my time?
momentum (momentum)
momentum (momentum)
wanna build? wanna get a moment of my time?
momentum (momentum)
momentum (momentum)

[verse 1: art morera]

i give my all ’til there’s nothing life
music from the heart, voice from the chest
it’s your boy in the flesh, been a threat
time finna test my patience
like i’m in a rush pacin’ in a gas station
behind someone with some lotto tickets all in his luck
standing here with two bucks for a mini-dutch and an arizona
zoned out somewhere in florida
morera, bud dealer paranoia
one day, i’ll be gone but for now i’ll be there for ya
future lookin’ bright, my sight is clairvoyant
uh, life a scary story make your hair go up
can’t figure which category to throw us, you know what?
i’m as sp-ced out as pluto was, rapping from home
no touch screen but incase they’re tapping my phone
if you’re capping home grown just be like “what’s happenin’ holmes?”
we speak a language, it’s english but difficult to distinguish
hunger pain from this music, use it to get through the anguish
i mean your mind when i’m saying empty your cup and then fill it
with these flows like funneled liquids, soon everyone will listen
but ’til then

private club, members only
i go by the name royce rizzy

[verse 2: royce rizzy]

supreme shorts just came out the dryer
i’m super high, don’t know, i could get higher
fourteen hundred izarra, twelve hundred on g star
private club n-gga, who you thought we are?
if you want me then get me
my b-tch like a young witney
p-ssport good, i just left sydney
rolex chain out in cali, i f-ck with kiesha no sally
goliath my frames, ktz on my garment
y’all gone open the door, o’malley gone strong arm it
i’m in the bando, i’m stashin’
spending racks on this fashion
in the pent house they crashin’
my favorite team is the lakers ’til the day that i die
fat young n-gga, how’d he get so fly?
my dirty rick owens clutch, i like to grip on her b-tt
if she f-ckin with rizzy that means she gets four nuts
lamborghini do tricks, i’m talking ’bout donuts
the momentum is here, switching in third gear
i’m like a ghost in the streets, when they see me i’m casper
we k!lled y’all then, we k!lled y’all after
private club, you b-st-rds

- art morera lyrics

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