Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mercury , by - Dave. Release date: 09.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mercury |
| I think, I feel you breaking under |
| My skin, I’ll be your vacant lover |
| Diving too deep to tell ourselves apart |
| Hand on my heart |
| California living, business in L. A |
| This DBX is what I’m whipping, certain man are tripping |
| All this crypto in the world, you could get rich in a day |
| So, I don’t get why you’re invested in the women I date |
| I been going through a phase, I ain’t been feeling myself |
| To keep it G with myself, think I’m in need of some help |
| At Merky Fest I broke down because a camera flashed |
| Janelle was in the back, I had a panic attack |
| I said I needed a trip |
| You wanna scheme where I live? |
| We snd bullets through your windows while you sleep with your kids |
| You live and you larn, I get 'em hit on return |
| And then it’s water underneath another bridge that I burned |
| Is there happiness in a girl? |
| Am I in love or do I love having someone to help with distracting me from |
| myself? |
| Am I in it for the win? |
| If God is a woman, then I’m pissed 'cause ladies never forgive me for my sins |
| It’s, it’s the Black Bandana Gang, 16 Taliban |
| Trips to Calabasas, only right I’m with a Cali' man |
| Tried to stop him trappin', found a way to send the Cali' back |
| Black Cadillac with a baddie for my cataracts |
| Thicker than a Snicker, Rambo cut him like a battle axe |
| Waterproof jacket 'cause she got a back and a rack |
| Stop me if I’m lyin', I ain’t perfect |
| But I promise that I’m trying, It’s S |
| I think, I feel you breaking under |
| My skin, I’ll be your vacant lover |
| Diving too deep to tell ourselves apart |
| Hand on my heart |
| Streatham Vale, surviving |
| Came to see my mum, this DBS is what she’s driving |
| My bills multiplying, but my money is dividing |
| Who’s gonna provide for the people that’s providin'? |
| Bae’s a work of art, she like my Kudzanai-Violet |
| I’m good to fly private |
| I don’t really like shining, my accountant like-minded |
| Mummy’s working in a hospital, that shit is a trip |
| Cah when she parks, it’s like a baller’s there to visit her kid |
| It’s all lonely, bro, Sony don’t believe in the real |
| They can’t afford to buy the fucking shoes they need me to fill |
| I think it’s pretty ironic, if I’m keeping it real |
| Since 93% is what I keep on a deal |
| I got Jack, I don’t need me a Jill |
| I’m on the steepest of hills |
| It’s six figures for the cheapest of thrills |
| I’m so musical, I’m working while I sleep with the steel |
| It’s in the key of D-major when she screaming her trills |
| And if I’m keeping it trill |
| It ain’t from David Joseph, I ain’t readin' the deal |
| I donate to charities, but I ain’t tweeting that still |
| And even when my people hate me, gotta speak for 'em still |
| I gotta listen to my sister, cah their feelings are real |
| And when the scars this deep, this shit ain’t easy to heal |
| There’s eight of us at Novikov and we’re all eatin' a meal |
| But the waiter knows to find me when he’s leavin' the bill |
| I don’t beg it with street rappers, if I’m keepin' it real |
| You pop molly, I got jolly if I need me a drill |
| I used to walk for no reason, cah I needed it still |
| Fuck trappin', I was scammin', I was stealin' a steel |
| I robbed man, I didn’t really like the feeling, but still |
| I been robbed, you wanna know which of the two I prefer? |
| My mummy couldn’t understand that I would do it for her |
| If war should occur, I’ll put this through you if I have to |
| But it’s more to deter |
| Listen, you ain’t got the stomach or the heart for this |
| Know your own worth, they’re gonna label you a narcissist |
| Same brush they use to stroke your ego when you’re part of this |
| Will be the one they use to sweep your name under the carpet with |
| I’ll show you what heartless is, I’m grinding for electrics |
| Nourishment for dinner, I was starving for my entrance |
| All we needed was two zeds and a dead strip |
| To bring it back to life like Jon Snow and the Red Witch |
| Table full of bosses, designating profits |
| How we on the same team and you’re celebratin' my losses? |
| If he’s a man sending hate through a fake page |
| Chances are I ran through his bitch just like I’m A-Train |
| Fuck a day-date, Daytona with a plain face |
| Panda plain jane just matchin', he got great taste |
| Try a ting and get stabbed in that same place |
| You’re going St. George’s, they ain’t treatin' you at mayday |
| Mayday, mayday, somebody call for help |
| Free all of my niggas in jail |
| I heard you’re on bro, but I doubt it |
| That’s stones in glass houses |
| This the shit that couldn’t make it to my album |
| Mercury |
| I think, I feel you breaking under |
| My skin, I’ll be your vacant lover |
| Diving too deep to tell ourselves apart |
| Hand on my heart |
| I lie with her like perjury |
| And I cry tears of burgundy |
| Sirens sing so perfectly |
| But I’m poison like mercury |
| I lie with her like perjury |
| And I cry tears of burgundy |
| Sirens sing so perfectly |
| But I’m poison like mercury |