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letra de mental notes - chris borelli

yeah about the life for you eat less and
gain more food for the soul never too
hungry to pay for they put a price on a
message meant to inspire many no
coca-cola sweet doctor who in these
lines and me levitating the greatness
you see i got my style up watches i whip
into action i got my miles up the
pressure run i’m like a full-court press
they taking shots but the games up in my
court next for real
down and dirty but too clean to be
washed up they like to try and crucify
when they cross us i’m praying daily
they never take me the world’s crazy
mental notes on my float right to remain
wavy it’s all gravy i’ll stay ready like
on your mark cardiac cardi black suits
and got no heart stop bogardus arts
women good and we all sharks apart from
new beginnings dirt horse a fresh start
up sun immense under music by the right
minds purified presence putting power in
the pipeline span across countries run
the track and they recite lines fire
rhymes blow up underground cuz they like
mines lifetime a separation for a slice
of unity only tales of rebirth in my
eulogy church put the praise in the
pocketbook accessorize belief put all
your faith in the hollywood they want to
act the fool fill out the script and a
new in all caps if you knew better you do
better reflect upon the days when we had
it together really y’all smack talk once
the crack under pressure
said they wanna hack the full block
script in a new era in all castes if you
knew better you do better reflect upon
the days when we had it together it’s
really y’all smack-talk wasn’t a crack
the depression continued bang

yeah
i’m only in it for the pleasure in pain
does that make me m-s-ch-stic are they
one in the same east coast finest i’m
someone you could name
i want all praise with hands raising
something to say i’ll make my olympic
finish and be done with these games i’ve
been feeling believing in the substance
i crave why everybody needs somebody to
blame why do i need turn signals to
decide on the lane i’m under pressure
cooking better plan for the race on my
plate i see them nipping for the signs i
wear
where no one left you’d be surprised at
the choices i made i’ve been a lover and
a fighter and i want you to blame try to
find a bright side go but the bad
get your money just be rich in the crowd
patience running thinner than the
atmosphere leave him stumbling wondering
who’s in charge like the spider-man

- chris borelli

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