Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mercy, artist - The TongueDate of issue: 19.11.2015
Song language: English
Mercy |
| Lotta mercy |
| Guess that I ain’t worthy |
| I been sending prayers |
| But they ain’t never heard me |
| I could be your saviour |
| Listen to my sermon |
| Pass it round the plate for the service |
| Saying lotta mercy |
| Guessing I ain’t worthy |
| I been sending prayers |
| But they ain’t never heard me |
| I could be your saviour |
| But nothing isn’t certain |
| You gotta look inside for your purpose |
| Saying lotta mercy |
| Uh |
| Demons on the street corner |
| I be getting blessed |
| In this holy water |
| Before I take a step outside |
| Ride with me til the death |
| We can get so high |
| That we floating with the angels |
| Man them girls so fly |
| They can drown you in their tears |
| For this world on fire |
| Had to find my inner spirit so I could inspire |
| Dying for a lie |
| I could really see it how it is |
| That you hear it in these lyrics that I’m feeding to the kids |
| Out late night |
| Guilty of original sins |
| Stuck Judas with the steel |
| Cos I’m in it to win |
| Lord’s creation |
| Live on your radio stations |
| We rise to the heavens but it started in the basement |
| Lotta mercy |
| Guess that I ain’t worthy |
| I been sending prayers |
| But they ain’t never heard me |
| I could be your saviour |
| Listen to my sermon |
| Pass it round the plate for the service |
| Saying lotta mercy |
| Guessing I ain’t worthy |
| I been sending prayers |
| But they ain’t never heard me |
| I could be your saviour |
| But nothing isn’t certain |
| You gotta look inside for your purpose |
| Saying lotta mercy |
| Yo, let me tell you what it really is |
| Supreme lyricist |
| Breaking my religion |
| Not listening to Leviticus |
| I never read the bible |
| But every line I write |
| They idolise me like an idol |
| Forming more disciples |
| John the Baptist of this rap shit |
| Smash shit |
| Feed the masses with baguettes and a bag of fish |
| Ghetto activist |
| The streets is my tabernacle |
| Peace to Eve |
| Trying to eat |
| Off an Adam’s apple |
| And there are snakes in the trees |
| I can see them rattle |
| My sixteen’s pristine Sistine Chapel |
| Like Michelangelo |
| Pointing to the ceiling |
| I’m trying to get my heathen |
| Something to believe in |
| Kidnap the Pope |
| Hang him by his arms |
| Spit harder |
| Stigmata |
| Hit a nail through his heart |
| Say a prayer «???» |
| For another troubled life |
| Getting buck off the blood of Christ |
| Ain’t nothing nice |
| Lotta mercy |
| Guess that I ain’t worthy |
| I been sending prayers |
| But they ain’t never heard me |
| I could be your saviour |
| Listen to my sermon |
| Pass it round the plate for the service |
| Saying lotta mercy |
| Guessing I ain’t worthy |
| I been sending prayers |
| But they ain’t never heard me |
| I could be your saviour |
| But nothing isn’t certain |
| You gotta look inside for your purpose |
| Saying lotta mercy |
| Who is the G O D? |
| Is it you? |
| Or me? |
| Or the wind in the trees? |
| Or old Steve who lives in the street |
| That you walk past every day |
| As he asks you for change |
| He’s broken free |
| Or rich and a slave |
| To holy sinners |
| Begging to be saved |
| What a game |
| What a strange picture to paint |
| Bow down and confess |
| No answer ever came |
| No mercy |