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Mercy
3
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mercy was released on July 23, 2021 by Tha Players Club as a part of the album Pain Music 3
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Release DateJuly 23, 2021
LabelTha Players Club
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emil Collins
Emil Collins
Songwriter

Lyrics

Holding in all of my feelings spill my soul inna booth
Just gotta act like nothing wrong cuz if i tell her the truth
Then we gone fight and we gone argue imma tell her I'm through
But i can't act like i don't love her cuz she know that i do
I got scars from way back have nightmares when i sleep
I know we not on the best terms but it hurt when we don't speak
The drugs they help me with the pain so i been high for some weeks
I had to get it out the mud you see the dirt on my cleats
Can't depend on love from other people gotta love yo self
Left me at my lowest can't forgive you i had no one else
Shorty gotta son she taking classes up at Malcolm X
It's some things behind me in the past and i ain't looking back
Looked me in my eyes and then you lied you said that it'd be forever
Coulda got umbrellas but you ran when it was stormy weather
Bitches wanna say I'm on they phone that's why i never text em
Said what you had said cuz you was mad but that don't make it better
Dreads onna gang like sum Rastas
Promethazine imma doctor
Feelings den changed now yo heart ain't the same
And i gotta go live on without you
Did what you did that shit hurt me
Shoot from deep range like I'm Curry
More of the same i got used to this pain
Think my heart turning black
Lord have mercy
It hurt when you betrayed by the ones you love the most
He thirsty for some power we gone turn him to a ghost
Don't even gotta take yo clothes off just want the throat
I walked in with anejo let that lil bitch drive the boat
TPC tha label i can't fold i took a oath
Put pressure on em tried to force a plea but he ain't go
This weed i smoke is pressure you can smell it on my clothes
I motivate my **** so the pain can't let it show
I motivate my **** cuz we came up out the trenches
I almost lost my mind over bitch came to my senses
We poppin fireworks we drunk as hell my **** ignorant
I know he tried to run off with the pack i checked the shipping
Was selling up in school i had exotics in my back pack
These **** saying all this shit on songs but they ain't like that
These **** taking bars from other **** you ain't write that
The last thing that some **** ever say is I'll be right back
Dreads onna gang like sum Rastas
Promethazine imma doctor
Feelings den changed now yo heart ain't the same
And i gotta go live on without you
Did what you did that shit hurt me
Shoot from deep range like I'm Curry
More of the same i got used to this pain
Think my heart turning black
Lord have mercy
Written by: Emil Collins
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