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letra de free eli - mr. mercy

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[mr. mercy]
i feel like pressure makes diamonds out of men, we were told the diamond would make us feel better, but we’re just shiny rocks with imaginary value

if i don’t hit the bullseye i’mma hit 5 guys
gotta get a burger, getting fat on my own time
wrangle up a model, supervillain got her hogtied
freaky deeky baby, want the rabbit with a bowtie
hollow man, see i got a way to avoid light
used to be a lightskin, now the darkest timeline
want to be a millionare, calling up my lifeline
gotta phone a friend, now i gotta free eli
…takе a little me time, put my dvds in
gotta pausе the program, working on the weekends
living like i’m netflix, blending through the seasons
(inhale) are you still watching? good
sh-t. i’m really out of pocket
shordy got wagon raise ya eyes out the socket
d-mn. for real, i need the poison poppies
i’mmmm tryna be the batman in gotham
lemme k!ll the p-ssy, fake love playing possum
bout to go bonkers— bout to ball my fist like an ardvark, arthur
gotta watch my back, gotta be my own stalker
hanging with the dogs, wolf whistle ms. parker
hostage in the box, nino brown in the carter
thinking out of the box, i don’t feel no smarter
sh-t, i’m really tryna diagnose doctors
if i don’t hit the bullseye i’mma hit 5 guys
gotta get a burger, getting fat on my own time
wrangle up a model, supervillain got her hogtied
freaky deeky baby, want the rabbit with a bowtie
hollow man, see i got a way to avoid light
used to be a lightskin, now the darkest timeline
want to be a millionare, calling up my lifeline
gotta phone a friend, now i gotta free eli

stuck on the puzzle like sub-marine
every jagged edge made to fit with my cutlery
used to floating by till you stung like a bumblebee
split between my partners or trusting some underlings
dred, deante, sygns, eli and uncle steve
we tried to mix buisness with pleasure like poisoned drinks
i couldn’t bring weapons to work and come peace, i’m gritting my t–th
half hoping this was the final dream, the one where they leave
sleeping the rest of my laboured speech…
sitting on the beach till i’m finally back to sea
like i don’t want to live if i’m winning without the team
but i don’t ring the bell till i tell em it’s time to eat

- mr mercy

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