"Small World" Mr. Nixon Art Morera Yeah This big world is so small. Round and round we go. (x2) I got places to go, people to see, things to do and a lot of ideas. I got places to go, people to see, things to do and a lot of ideas. Go, see, do and a lot of ideas Uh Everybody in the world’s in their own little world. Here, I was born high on an epidural. The blade they cut my cord with wasn’t very sterile. This world is mine but I’m speaking in general. This world of mine is small, real rural. One tenth the size of an NY Borough Kinda like Vero Beach, me and my girl Get ahead like an arrow, my hand’s in her curls. Though I’m not single, all of us, plural Get off the wall, like a buffed mural And we puff marijuana without a care about the bureaus Pullin’ my card, Tarot last thing I worry about is my dinero whether it a Peso, Americano or Euro. If you want in, at the door say Morera. Top of the pyramid, here I’m treated like a Pharaoh. It’s like… This big world is so small. (You like that?...Smooth!) Round and round we go. (x2) Yeah come with me, make money in the city. I don’t give a bum pity, we young not kidding. Got a honey real pretty and she’s in the front sitting with the indo lit and with my window tinted while I’m chillin’ in the driver seat. Make use of my privacy, try to see if there’s any police like hide and seek. Gotta move silently except when making songs, we ain’t doin’ nothing wrong it’s just that kind of society. I’ma say we’re not the same, you are you and I am me. No Siamese, but we all connected in Miami. I’m what you call irony, didn’t see me coming. I’ve been here the whole time, I’m the last of a dying breed. We in dire need of something different, isn’t it inspiring? Due to the inquiries we in the building giving something good in it’s entirety. We’ll kick it for a bit but listen when it’s time to leave… I got places to go, people to see, things to do and a lot of ideas. (And I just want to stay here with you, here with you) This big world is so small. Round and round we go. (x2)

"LilSum'n" A LilSum'n’ huh? I’ma make an impact. I’m going momma, pray I get back. Can’t fall off, I train on this track. Gotta eat, I’ll cater to that. The category they’re placing me at depends on if I’m fable or fact I left with a story and brought some paper back It’ll pan out when my cake is stacked I see the crowd’s face reactions, not stage theatrics Truth is I leave my youth in the booth In a way, I’m aging backwards. On my own page and chapter man, Yeah my bars getting sharper baby, Arthur maybe getting more on point with his target aiming, blaow! My style got your heads spinning like owls If that is the case, you looking around? You are surrounded! My emotions when I’m flowin’ I show it Otherwise you wouldn’t know what I’ve been going through I’m stoic A poet, Jose Marti A-R-T trade marking his artistry Competition’s getting hauled away like carnegie Steady on a real good karma streak I don’t know how far my arms will reach But I’ll go toe to toe like Dorothy’s dog for more rounds than an armory Got a thick tall brick wall, guarding me from anything regarding me If heads wanna ever do dirt like gardening Arty be a monster in each and every concert, I came to offer a LilSum'n to make you prosper, what! And we ride, yeah we ride to go get it! I’ma go get it! I’ma go get it! I heard they want a LilSum'n Yeah yo Give ‘em a LilSum'n huh? A LilSum'n, huh? Make way for the honorary, my music is my life’s commentary In every song it varies, when I got a goal at times I want it barely Chasing like Tom and Jerry then fallin’ weary all up in the monastery We got problems, I’m not comparing I just want time in solitary peace Getting air to breathe, a voluntary leave I think I’ma need a little therapy when the voices in my head are scaring me It could be embarrassing but I’m not just gonna guarantee to give it my all, and dare to dream. I’m not gonna spare a thing! ‘till all that is left of me’s my heart and my soul my left and my right, the music I’m making the rest of my life the past I’ll never deny, my middle finger to who’s telling me lies fist of a rebel I held it up high. How can the devil help me to fly when he was the guy that fell from the sky? You know why I’m something else? Cuz I don’t have nothing else Stressing it doesn’t help, I’m knocking on doors, buzzing bells All I wanna do is just excel! Break loose of my dungeon cell What I’m dropping in my two cents, wishes come true. Which one’s your well? I’ll show that I’m up to par, I don’t roll with a lucky charm Life’s gonna shove me hard and press me down like tar under cars First down’s in a couple yards, I’m the one in charge The light at the end of the tunnel was so far, I was like “That’s just a star” But we ride, yeah we ride to go get it! I’ma go get it! I’ma go get it! I heard they want a LilSum'n Yeah yo Give ‘em a LilSum'n huh? A LilSum'n, huh?

"Work" Check me out As my life unfolds like a loose L or a J with a few trails I must choose well Let the ember that’s burning be representing the journey and the hit you’re holding in are the seconds we’re preserving Now when you exhale, it’s all a memory it’s in the past The moment is gone, dead and buried. And at the cemetery is where we spread the ashes And we’re headed to the most high. When we pass we just leave ‘em to the roaches after you take your last hit Going down coughin’ off of what you cats get Life’s not a bad trip baby, fasten your seat and you’ll see My name’s Art. I got Draz on the beat On the beat? On the beat. On the beat? Uh! I got Draz on the beat, got my head on my shoulders I got my hands and my feet, got my medical doja I put in work! Work! Put in work ‘til I’m done with the verse I begun then put work in the blunt taking no days off, that’s why I’m always on I have no off days even my throw away songs go a long way Longevity was the key but we knew nothing would happen until something moves You wanna be a somebody, you got some bills due You a nobody ‘til somebody with a gun kill you My thought process so fast, it can dodge a fuckin’ bullet from point blank playing Russian Roulette Like there ain’t nothing to it Pass me the heat and you’ll see My name’s Art. I got Draz on the beat On the beat? On the beat. On the beat? Uh! I got Draz on the beat, got my head on my shoulders I got my hands and my feet, got my medical doja I put in work! Work! I put in travail, put in trabajo Walk una milla en mi sapatos I wake up every single dia mui temprano We be mobbin’ like a mafia We a Sopranos kind of familia I feel like Lucky Luciano I go onomatopoeia when I touch a new piano And my momma mia brought me up hermano I want her in a mansion with chandeliers Sippin’ on sangria with some candles lit for the ambiance Champion atmosphere I’m the cat most fear, I just happen to be an MC My name’s Art. I got Draz on the beat On the beat? On the beat. On the beat? Uh! I got Draz on the beat, got my head on my shoulders I got my hands and my feet, got my medical doja I put in work!

"On Deck" Don’t talk no shit if I get fucked up or I fall, I won’t quit You want that loud? I got it on deck Lookin for me now? I got it on deck (x2) First, I put the ball or tip of my foot under my toes on the nose Then I kick push and coast I flip kush for doe, bust a mission from Wynwood home When I map it out in my head, it looks close Ridin’ round in four wheels like an automobile Everywhere is a skate spot, everyday I learn something new Something bout from how you feel the ground move under you I swear to God it’s like flying, either that or probably Dreaming in my astral body, you don’t even have to Ollie To understand where I’m coming from Got a couple scabs, I don’t care nah. What’s done is done. (Uh!) I fall eight, I get up nine I don’t wait I just grind all day and some nights I’ll skate, escape. And just bump a tape My name Art Morera. Let’s get something straight. You see, I… Don’t talk no shit if I get fucked up or I fall, I won’t quit You want that loud? I got it on deck Lookin for me now? I got it on deck (x2) I don’t care if it’s dark or not Catch me in them back streets, alleys and parking lots Sparking pot, barking rottweilers I’m getting hit hard if I drop Looking back, probably see the skid marks from the rocks That we caught under my wheels Stuck in my trucks Wearing my bearings out and scuffing my chucks, uh! At this rate my grip tape will deteriorate If shit breaks then I could die, all it takes is one mistake But I still push like my life depended on it Knowing well that at any moment I could die on it It’s ironic Fire chronic I twist good and smoke When things downhill on slippery slopes I’m still riding in my 328i But I stay shredding the city up on my skateboard I don’t give a fuck same way that I break a leg on the mic it’s like a break from regular life, yeah! Don’t talk no shit if I get fucked up or I fall, I won’t quit You want that loud? I got it on deck Lookin for me now? I got it on deck (x2) Art Morera…

"Sometimes" Morera Sometimes I think too much Bout where I was with who or what I could’ve done different back when And why things would’ve been better if it happened Sometimes I’ll say I’ll make better choices What’s a point if I never voiced it? Some said I’m a disappointment and came back around the minute my joint spinned Sometimes man, I don’t know who’s who My name’s Art, you sure I knew you? Said it was the old days, now you anew? You walkin’ up to me might wanna do a U This is my circle, there’s no room for you to jump through the loop into my hula hoop invite me to the stu like you wanna brew a soup but when I’m on the menu where you at the venue? Sometimes I feel N-U-M-B Nothing at all, empty It’s easy to fall and it’s tempting You got a dream? Don’t let it down gently They’ll love it when they get legit Then they heard “I love it when you get affectionate…” You can’t have my whole heart, just what’s left of it Let me check if I kept a bit (if I kept a bit) Sometimes I think too much… Sometimes I think too much… Of where I was with who or what I could’ve done different back when, when, when Sometimes, I feel I smoke too much Usually when I roll my blunts You would think with my goals and such It would be easy for me to let go of this dutch But I open it up, dispose of the guts, I guess everybody gotta hold their crutch Mr. King Mydas with the golden touch You too, you know what’s up. Poison Sometimes I just wanna ride out to my boy’s crib Get a joint lit. It feel’s like my home’s where I always is So anywhere else is an oasis Cuz when my bedroom’s four walls were closing in I could not control it, feeling claustrophobic Finna lock the door, turn off the phone and if they ask what saved my soul, my mom’s “Hello?” did damn… Homie I think I’m crazy and I just wanna get Swayze Sometimes I just wanna disappear Cuz it feels like no one’s gonna miss me here Sometimes I see it all crystal clear Othetimes I couldn’t see it if it was near Sometimes, I just can’t hold in my tears But all other times, they’re bottled up inside… Not all the times, just sometimes… Sometimes, not all the times… Not all the times, just sometimes… Sometimes… Could’ve done different back when Could’ve done different back when… Of where I was with who or what I Could’ve done different back when Could’ve done different back when Sometimes…

"Too Well" Yeah, uh Hello All she wanted was intimacy with an interesting individual When did I become so predictable? (x2) At first everything I did was brand new And you couldn’t figure me out, You was hoping I would come with a manual I know you wanted me from the outside looking in, in Who’da thought that even by now it would’ve ended] Damn, there I go again You know me too well You know me too well You know me too well I know, I’m stuck in my ways Better buckle up, life is a bumpy highway You’re flat out tired of staying up at night waiting for me to come home and you hate being alone but what can I say? I’ll probably show up late to my own wake You want to call me to see if I’m ok If I’m all made up or if my mind gon’ change Uh, they say change is constant Robbin’ each other’s heart and we take ‘em hostage I’m sure that you’re missing me often I’m probably on a carton but you know all this I’m trying not to make it obvious, That’s how you turn a happy home to a mad house Just know you’re what I think of too, I’m never down when I bring up you There I go again You know me too well You know me too well You know me too well All she wanted was intimacy with an interesting individual When did I become so predictable? (x2)

"Answer Machines" Y’all just having a good ol’ time aren’t ya? I keep calling but you don’t pick up (x2) And I’m like “Hey it’s me” “Hey it’s me” And I’m like “Hey it’s me” “Hey it’s me” (Art Morera) Hey it’s me, did you get my message? I meant every sentence when I sent it I got problems Houston but all those texts is Cuz you mean more to me than my ex’s Probably why all my ex’s exit I reach out to you, you know I exist Give me a little room, let your ear check in Bet you got a minute if I rocked Rolexes “Your goal’s to be globally known? Then roam Art.” I didn’t get so far, but I call full of life with my cellphone bars You hear me? I know how these metros are Came up on a gig so I forwarded the info But I stood on stage and you didn’t show And you’re the face in the screen of my flip phone If we’re breaking up give me a signal I’m not famous but you know what my name is When you scroll down I’m on the A list Have fun on your lil hiatus When you call, there’s a hi waiting. Bye baby. I keep calling but you don’t pick up (x2) And I’m like “Hey it’s me” “Hey it’s me” And I’m like “Hey it’s me” “Hey it’s me”

"Dollars For Dreamers" I knew what I wanted and how to make it happen I put my people up on it, all of them gave me daps They said “Do me a solid, you are a gentleman and a scholar but can I borrow a dollar? I promise I’ll pay you back.” Man…Promise you’ll pay me back I knew what I wanted and how to make it happen I put my people up on it, all of them gave me daps They said “Do me a solid, you are a gentleman and a scholar but can I borrow a dollar? I promise I’ll pay you back.” I’m just a dreamer, can I borrow a dollar? I’ll pay you back, pay you back You know how many times I was in your position? My songs were two minutes long, could you afford to listen? If you can then of course you’d love the chorus in it I pray your attention won’t stray before I finish And I’m content with you checking my content I hope I gain a fan when the song ends Started game planning with a strong sense of confidence to take action I knew what I wanted and how to make it happen I put my people up on it, all of them gave me daps They said “Do me a solid, you are a gentleman and a scholar but can I borrow a dollar? I promise I’ll pay you back.” I’m just a dreamer, can I borrow a dollar? I’ll pay you back, pay you back When you get to the tip like this is it You just take a leap of faith over a bottomless abyss Off a cliff and if you fall in the pits you will never hit the ground so why call it quits? It’s all eyes on every act that you commit on the summit Waiting for your slip to plummet from it To see number one reduced to nothing Listen to my two cents I always keep it a hundred I knew what I wanted and how to make it happen I put my people up on it, all of them gave me daps They said “Do me a solid, you are a gentleman and a scholar but can I borrow a dollar? I promise I’ll pay you back.” I’m just a dreamer, can I borrow a dollar? I’ll pay you back, pay you back