Mind of Mohali

"Fear, guilt, pain, recovery & ambition. Everything that makes Mohali, Mohali. This album explores all these themes. It's a journey from feeling the weight of the past, to taking the exit in a dying relationship, and finding his footing amongst his dreams and ambitions, all while reminiscing on how he got to where he is today. This is Mohali."

💽 Track List 💽

Weight of The Past

Into The Night

Defeated (ft. Lino)

Exit Interlude

Signs

Lick

Yoda Freestyle

Ghxst

Dat Now

Percentage

Front Cover

This album, in part, is a representation of the digital renaissance we currently find ourselves in. With the rise of AI, I thought to myself "Why not create an album cover using exactly that?" Hence, I decided to use Dall-E to create this album cover and create a variation of a picture I had taken of myself a couple of months back. I asked Dall-E to make it look like I was stuck inside a box, and voila, it shows me being sucked into a box, which is representative of society trying to put me in a box and dictate the type of person I should be. Fighting that urge to 'fit in,' this album is a creation of all things outside of the ordinary, with the two vinyls on the wall representing two sides to me, & two sides to the album. The first side being the RnB side and the second side being the purely rap focused, bar hungry side. The two sides to me is the professional you know, Arham Ali, turned into songwriter and performance extraordinaire, Mohali.

Back Cover

SIDE A: Talking about my life experiences, I felt the weight of the past while I was recording this album. I wanted to reflect on lessons that made me who I am today, and relationships that influenced my understanding of what I need. Some relationships perished, and found me delegating emotions deep into the night as I overcame objections. Feeling defeated, I needed some space and time to recover from these emotions, and quickly needed to find an exit. In the hopes of this, I try to look for any signs that may guide me in the right direction. SIDE B: Ever since I hit a lick with this rap shit, I started to feel like I could ball with the force like I was yoda. Sometimes I felt so lost in the force, that there were alternative spirits at play, almost as if a ghxst was following me around. Listening to the ghost, it told me to be more confident and evolve like I'm dat guy now. Knowing that, I push forward with strength & vigour, and make sure the percentage cut taken home is always in my favour.

Lyrics

Weight of The Past

Verse 1:

Got me heavy how I’m feeling the weight of the past

Eyes be tearing up, I’m fearing that I’m losing my path

'99 is the year that all of it crashed, came out as a boy

Then I turned myself into the man

I be thinking about it all sentimental, spitting rhymes on this instrumental

Detrimental to my health the way I think about the child abuse

But let’s be honest it made me a better yute

Made me better in the booth

Made me better with the truth

Better with the lies

Cuz I was scared of operating outside what mama told me was right and wrong

So I tell her that I apologize on my favourite song, like this one that I got it on

Bridge:

You ain't gotta worry

You ain't gotta worry no more, mama
Imma tell you that I love, you know I don't want more

Verse 2:

Finna light em up

Lighting up another one

I fear no man aside from the God that’s watching above

I'm feeling the love

I'm feeling the pain

I lost a lot of friends on my way, cuz I’m too busy riding the wave

I’m riding away, I’m suffering a whip lash

Make the whip crash

Collecting the royalties in a dish dash

Heart so big I could make my bitch crash

Chorus:

You ain't gotta worry no more

Don't wait on me, have mercy on me

Have mercy on me

Verse 3:

Got a couple roadblocks in my path

Imma find a way to dodge em with the cash

Imma dodge 'em

Imma dodge 'em
Dodging all these fucking bullets like I'm rodger

Rodger that, popping a salute

Rodger that, I be popping the truth

Rodger that, I be back in the booth

Rodger that, Mohali speaking the truth dawg

Chorus:

You ain't gotta worry no more

Don't wait on me, have mercy on me

Have mercy on me

Outro:

Only you keep me, on my feet

Have mercy, cuz I find

Only you keep me, on my feet

Have mercy, cuz I find...

You love me, it's especially different

Of every touch, you keep me, on my feet
Heavenly, excited

Into The Night

Chorus:

Got me staying up all night, staying up all night

I don't wanna fight, oh no, oh no

I don't wanna, ride on my own

Fight all night, alright

I don't wanna ride

Way into the night

Verse 1:

Ride into the night

I’m fearing for my life

I’m fearing for my mind

I need some space

To cut it back, ay

To, to cut it back, yeah

Cut it back

Put it in the trap, then I cut it back

Cut it back

Twiddled with my heart then you cut it back

Cut it back

Cut it in half then you put it back

Put it back

Put it back, put it back

Won’t you put it back, put it back

Hit the one-two step, hit the one-two step

Then you put it back, put it back

Then you put it back

Then you, then you put it back

Then you put it back

Bridge:

Dance with the stars, dance with the stars

Chorus:

Got me staying up all night, staying up all night

I don't wanna fight, oh no, oh no

I don't wanna, ride on my own

Fight all night, alright

I don't wanna ride

Way into the night

Verse 2:

Cutting up a cheque

Now I cut it up to flex

Now I’m cutting up the bed

Now I’m cutting up the best like you cutting up this shit like I’m cutting up the vest

I be missing all the bullets

I be shooting at your head top, aiming at your chest

I be playing this shit like it’s chess

A king tryna move all direct

Direct to the queen and you trying to finesse

And you on this shit I know

I don’t wanna

I don’t wanna know

Defeated (ft. Lino)

Chorus (Alina):

Just the way I needed

You left me in pieces, left me all defeated

Just the way I needed

Learning how to read it, picking up the pieces

Picking up the pieces

Heart up on my sleeve yeah

Fucking up the peace yeah

Cutting up your tees yeah

Longing for the streets yeah

Just the way I need it

I need you to leave me

Verse 1 (Mohali):

Got 10 missed calls on my mother f*cking phone

Where the f*ck you trying to hide

Where the f*ck you trying to go, baby

Got a heart full of gold baby

You been acting hella cold lately

Acting hella cold, I was in the zone

I was on my own, all I’ve ever known

How to let you go, leave you to the clones

Leave you to the streets

I’ll be better off singing to the beat

Singing to the beat like I be back up on it

Back up, yeah

Back up on me, back up on me, yeah yeah

I done lost my mind, I done lost my drive, yeah yeah

I done lost everything that I done loved, yeah yeah

Chorus (Alina):

Just the way I needed

You left me in pieces, left me all defeated

Just the way I needed

Learning how to read it, picking up the pieces

Picking up the pieces

Heart up on my sleeve yeah

F*cking up the peace yeah

Cutting up your tees yeah

Longing for the streets yeah

Just the way I need it

I need you to leave me

Verse 2 (Alina):

In the fast lane, living in the fast lane

Tripping off the last man, leaving on the last train

Scaling off the charts, running up the gas tank

Issa, issa, issa, issa mad game

Cloudy skies, its the last rain

Looking out a glass pane

Figuring my past pains

I can’t figure out my past pains

Outro (Mohali):

I can’t figure out my past pains

Figure out what that means

That was just the last scene

Now it’s over, I be living up and in a bad dream

I be living in a bad dream

Yeah

Exit Interlude

Just a cool little interlude tbh :)

Signs

Chorus:

Got me reading all the exit signs

Oh you wanna slow down? Alright

I done chose this lane so we gon’ ride, we gon’ ride

We gon’ ride

I don’t know if Imma find my vibe

But I know that Imma be alright, be alright

Verse:

I’m on one

A slow one

A low life, with no fun

And no friends

And no plans

And no plans, and

Told me that she leaving me once

Told me that she leaving me again

Now I pull up and I’m fucking with her friend

Oh yeah

What the fuck you boutta tell me

I be running up the building and I love me freaky women

Got me feeling like I’m reeling all these bank accounts

I’m dealing like a villian in the village

Where i’m killing all the cheques & with the balance

I be kneeling, yup

Boutta pull up on that, so what?

Chorus:

Got me reading all the exit signs

Oh you wanna slow down? Alright

I done chose this lane so we gon’ ride, we gon’ ride

Outro:

So what are you doing now?

Saw you in the back of my show last night

Standing underneath the exit signs

I know it wasn't really you though, cuz you were always in the front row

And I've been looking for love online, and maybe some of them are real good guys

They're never gonna be like you though

You set the bar above the moon, so

Lick

Intro:

Yeah, yeah

What

Yeah

What

Chorus:

I just hit a lick, I just hit a lick though

Chopping up the block, chopping up my bitch though

Chopping up the wok, I'm chopping up the wrist hoe

I might grab you in a clinch like I'm Klitchko

I just wanna rock like I'm Uzi in his rich bag

I might hit the toosie slide and drop 'em with the dance

Mon amour told me that she with it like she France

I just told her "Don't sweat it baby, we is only friends."

We is only, only friends

You ain't gotta tell me that you running out of plans

I ain't gotta tell her that I'm running out of bands

I be in the all white, blacked out in the benz

Verse:

Blacked out in the bando
Aiming down the sight, I'm shooting like i'm Rambo

Drop it like it's hot, you hotter than a candle / Kendall

Mohali dropped an album he in that mode

Bridge:

Yeah (x6)

I just hit a lick, hit a lick though (x2)

Chorus:

I just hit a lick, I just hit a lick though

Chopping up the block, chopping up my bitch though

Chopping up the wok, I'm chopping up the wrist hoe

I might grab you in a clinch like I'm Klitchko

I just wanna rock like I'm Uzi in his rich bag

I might hit the toosie slide and drop 'em with the dance

Mon amour told me that she with it like she France

I just told her "Don't sweat it baby, we is only friends."

We is only, only friends

You ain't gotta tell me that you running out of plans

I ain't gotta tell her that I'm running out of bands

I be in the all white, blacked out in the benz

Yoda Freestyle

Intro:

Yoda, yoda

Got me balling with the force

Skywalking on the course

Dropping a bomb on your porch

Shit coming straight from the source like Yoda

Yeah

Back in the party I'm sipping on soda

This year I be staying sober, cuz I gotta stay focused on my quota

And I'm staying focused on somebody's daughter

Cuz she want to get to dripping like it's water

So I cast a spell like I'm Harry Potter and made another shordie my bitch

Man these Toronto shordies average

I be balling like a savage

Checking the board, then look at the score

I'm in the city causing damage

Jumping like Jordan, landing like Jackson

Back in the 6ix and the people know that I'm bringing that magic

Bringing the magic, bringing the magic, yeah

Chorus:

A lot of it's shown

I'm in the zone

Back in the crib, I'm writing these bars & feeling the flow

Feeling the flow

Jumping out the fucking starship, I'm back in the zone

Verse 2:

Obi-wan on your bitch

Princess Leia on my dick

I be on the battlefront, dropping these fuckers with all of these sticks

Fucking her twice, she calling me Jar Jar Binks... Pause

She be scratching on me like she Chewbacca with the claws

*Chewbacca sound effect*

Palpatine with the palpatations

I ain't gotta run through the nation

I ain't gotta drop a fucking bomb on your head top to run a placement

I ain't gotta do all that

I know that I'm all that

I know that I'm all that so I'm boutta go with a bald cap like Woda

Yeah

Swallow my saber, head be light

That pussy be tight, I'm back on my bike

I'm riding away, into the night

You know what I am, I'm brighter than light

I fuck up a pussy like we in a fight

Knock on the door, then put her to sleep

Baby don't please, don't fuck up the sheets, yeah

Like a Padawan, she gon' paddle this wand, play with my stick

Mmmm

Fiddle around and play with my dick

Woo, yeah

Back on her knees, she know what she needs

Yeah, yeah

She wanted to please, she wanted to please

What, what

Ghxst

Verse 1:

I got a ghost in my room, yeah, it's seeing me lonely

I got a ghost in my tomb, yeah, it’s a part of the holy

Holy the faith that I know that I’m on, yeah

It’s a part of the song, yeah

It’s the product alone, yeah

It’s the product alone, that people consume, so they gon’ be up on a shelf

I’m dealing with cards I was dealt

And all of this pain that I felt

Wrapping around like a belt

What happened to us?

What happened to trust?

What happened to love?

It’s nothing but numbers on systems, and you know that numbers don’t listen

Cuz it’s all about maximizing the output, forgetting the prison

The prison is created for the listens, I'm listing the things that go missing

Like the love that we need

Societal greed

Societal fiends

Societal trends, like dancing on TikTok or flexing the Benz

I flex in the booth by speaking the truth

I’m making amends

Relationships falling to dust

I’m flying so high now I’m close to the sun

I’m Icarus, dipping dis, flicking my wrist like it’s decadent

Casual flow, it’s so elegant

Baby you know that I'm about to go rep all my letters man

Baby I'm repping my letterman

21, 21, 21, 21, 21

Ay, ay, yeah

Boutta go fuck on a bitch that I'm better than, yeah, huh

You know that I wanna fit it in, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Chorus:

I don't even know what I felt, yeah

I don't even know where I'm at, yeah

I don't even where I'm going, I don't even know where I'm at, yeah

I don't even know where I'm boutta go

Cuz I wanna get it, you know that I get it, I'm back on the road, yeah

Verse 2:

Yeah, huh

Boutta go jump on a whip

I gotta drift on a bitch

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna

Drift on a bitch

I'm lifting the weights when I'm back in the gym

I'm tearing a muscle, I cannot admit I'm liking this shit

But I can go tell 'em that I wanted it

This life is all about perceptions

And you know that they judgement a weapon

Cuz I wanted to tell 'em the lessons

But they don't wanna listen, they laughing

Jumping in (x3)

Boutta go jump in the whip that I'm laughing in, revving in

Revving in money I'm revving in, revving in

Revving it

Revenue kicking, I'm flicking, I'm flicking

I'm boutta go cookin' the chicken

The whippin', I've sold out the whippin'

I've sold out the living

They lifting & lifting

I'm ripping, I'm ripping a bitch, woo

I jump in this bitch, woo

I jump in this shit, woo

I jump in this shit, I'm back on the map

You know what I'm doing, I'm back with the facts

This is the ghost

I'm seeing a ghost in my room, it's seeing me lonely

Seeing me lonely, seeing me lonely

Dat Now

Intro:

Got a couple of shows and it's packed out (x2)

Got a couple (x5)

Ay, ay, ay woah, ay

Chorus:

Got a couple shows and it's packed out

Imma take it off then I blast out

Eating on the grass like a cash cow

Boutta smoke it all cuz I'm boutta go on Dat Now

Gotta get it on cuz I'm high as a kite

Boutta get it on cuz I'm flying for the night

And I'm up in the sky

Cuz I'm up in the sky like "Woah"

Boutta pull up on that, I know

And you know where I'm going cuz I blow

Boutta pull up on you cuz I know, know, know, know

Yeah I know

Boutta pull on you and I know

That she boutta be with me cuz she hopes

That she boutta be with me and she knows, know, know, knows

Verse 1:

Mohali in the building and he blacked out

I can never step back, never back down

Boutta run up to the top, like I'm Dat Now

Like I'm that guy, you know that I be Dat Now, ay
Where the fuck these haters at now? Ay

Where the fuck these haters at now?

I'm an underdog in this bitch

Bout to prove these people wrong, you know that I gotta go on Dat Now

Bridge:

I just gotta go on Dat Now, for real

But you know, imma keep it moving

Got a couple shows and it's packed out
Got a couple people and they laugh now

And I gotta tell them that I'm Dat Now, like I'm that guy

Boutta tell that I'm about to go

Chorus:

Got a couple shows and it's packed out

Imma take it off then I blast out

Eating on the grass like a cash cow

Boutta smoke it all cuz I'm boutta go on Dat Now

Gotta get it on cuz I'm high as a kite

Boutta get it on cuz I'm flying for the night

And I'm up in the sky

Cuz I'm up in the sky like "Woah"

Boutta pull up on that, I know

And you know where I'm going cuz I blow

Boutta pull up on you cuz I know, know, know, know

Yeah I know

Boutta pull on you and I know

That she boutta be with me cuz she hopes

That she boutta be with me and she knows, know, know, knows

Verse 2:

It’s the basement in the 6

Loaded up with poker chips, boutta drop another hit

You know what I be on

On the avenue, jumping a rocket ship

Hit another deuce when I’m rocking up the slips

Hit the flop, turn the river, now I’m flowing like my bitch

Loaded up with my gang gang

Keep my fingers pointed up to the sky, gang gang

Percentage

Verse 1:

Gimme the percentage, nah

Play with me I fucking get it, yah

Bezel up the two tone

Yeah I rock the blue stones

Amethyst my two hoes

Plugging up my two phones

Party till the roof blows

Shit would fuck your life up if you knew those

Bet I nuke those, COD I shoot those

GOD’d like Pluto, on a new flow

Bet I got a new flow, so I shoot those

Like they shot up on Benazir Bhutto

Like she hop out the whip, and I ain't shoot those

Like I hop up out the whip and I skrrrt off

Chorus:

Yeah, give me the percentage (Gimme that)

Nah

Verse 2:

Give me what? Give me love

Give me all the shit I want and a dove

In a pickle like I am a fucking rugrat

Bet I'm chilling where I'm chilling where the thugs at, yeah

But I'm chilling in a rat race

Boutta run up on your back and your back ache

Yeah, hahaha

Back up in Dubai, I'm feeling like I am a Sheikh, woah

Looking in your eyes, where your mind at?

And we back up on the dunes where the slimes at

Where the slimes at, where the slimes at

Got me dressing up my bitch like a mind map, yeah

Chill up at the beach club
Chilling, get my feet rubbed

Pull up to the wild wings, it's where we get our meat grub

Out in Madinat is where I'm gonna go and meet her

Tell we get to creeping, I be blowing like a creeper

Chorus:

Yeah, give me the percentage (Gimme that)

Yeah