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letra de 44 bore - mind over mattr

mind
we on that logic grind, for real

[verse]
i see another friend another 6 of 10, oh who i’m kiddin’ though?confidence is not my friend, i’m saccharine like sweet’n low
i recommend you use sugar for this tea and you can sip it slow
i’m done with all the maculate flagellance so let’s get this dough
let’s get this bread, feed the five thousand with it
have an impact bred across the pacific
no xans in j-pan, but i’m famous, prolific
peep a wave of fans come out through the system
see matt r on the rap charts, if datpiff takes me that far
and wack kids try to act hard, as my squad pulls up in a packed car, yuh
i am not a hero, that’s not in my planos
i got some work to do cause that’s the plan; fantano
write til i die, that’s my fate like manos
imma snap your world in half like thanos
cause i ain’t catchin your vibe like carlos, yah!
breacher, teacher, someone give a copy of my alb-m to the preacher
tell him that the rabbit hole is not a joke
but it’s not woke, just part of a broken believer
i sink low when the sun’s high
and i fade away with my tongue tied
come back again with a new vision
when the night comes and i’m indifferent
whether my flow is the right flow, and it might slow
on a tightrope, high hopes, i’m a psycho
like post, put aside the ty dolla $igns
i mean no disrespect, i’m just here for the grind
i got a ways to go and i am only scratching surface
you may never know what genres i got in my pocket lurkin, yuh
jumpman, jumpman, someone give him his induction
i’m nothing without metro, that’s the truth or somethin’
tried -sserting independence, i ain’t got no money
invest your faith in me and imma take a chance like sonny, woo!
my day ones don’t mess with me no more what am i to do
i’m done with the all the sycophants i got nothing to lose
i only deal with realness, no verisimilitude
no more fakes, no more mimics, and no more simulacrum too
this is my reality, no ready player two
with god on my side, man i swear i’ll make it to the moon
never shoot to hate, my music only aims for truth
and bring appreciation to the ones who brought me to the booth
it’s no ordination here
but my coronation’s near
closed doors are soaring open no ignoring what they’re for
if you’re bored you can order more, but for now that’s my 44

- mind over mattr

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