Fugees
Mercy [Smoothie Blue Remix] (Intro I)
Verse 1:
Uh, life has gotten distant I’ve been tripping
Fell over the edge too scared to cry I’m losing grip and
Fighting with love and hate my purpose is to mix ‘em
Feeling discrimination from both sides for being different
Yeah it glistens
But far from gold, bolster is far from bold
Yes I’ve been told to watch how it unfolds
I rose, Derek, from being part of the streets, to green
Asparagus, think, being broke does have it’s advantages
Been stabbed so many times I wonder “Who’s hand is this?”
Gotta get my bunnies up I’ve got no time for Tricks. I wish
Sorry I don’t have any rub offs to dish
She married yet? I predict I’ll question it
Once upon a time she loved me, I reckon it
She’s gone now respect it
Neglected it. But no more
No more doors to be closed on me
I slip, I roll, so what? I’ll butter it you see?
I’m glee. No holds barred so let me speak
My vision is bleak, but never weak
Day by day, I’ll see you up in a week
Lucky 7, ask later what does it mean to me
I beseech, ya
Know I’ll never hop on a legendary beat
With whack words, noun, verbs, getting told to take a seat
Please
Recently just bought myself a pair of jeans
Usually only wear cotton that barely passes my knees
Jeez
It’s a road for being tall
Street to street, wall to wall, questions “Do you ball?”
Neat. Oh wow, man, look at his feet.(Take a look)
You think I have a big john? Things ain’t always what it seems
“Well is it small?” (Uh oh)
You’ll have to see
Unfortunately, a lot of girls hoping to see
Fortunately, I’m locked down with my Courtney I plead..
Barely choking, provoking on ideas; proposing you see
It’s no joking to me
I don’t go poking so please
Don’t think I’m some type of bloke in these genes
Get up cause she’s putting all of her hopes into me
On me whenever I’m close I sneeze
A lot of locks no keys
A lot of shops no cheese
Ain’t from the hood
God Please don’t let ‘em pop on me. I Plea
Ain’t from the hood, just understand it
Trust that y’all that’s the drop on me
Ain’t from the hood don’t let ‘em pop on me
I plea, Lord have mercy on me
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