time to call my own It's fucked up And I'm locked up With you I can't go wrong How do I get out? (Chorus) 'Cause I hate the way you follow And
time to call my own It's fucked up, how I'm locked up With you I can't go on How do I get out? Cause I hate the way you follow If they say
Traduzione: Mercy Drive. Seguire.
[Chorus] This is a lyrical drive-by So hit the ground, don't make a sound And watch the truth fly Bullets of truth you know they're leaving big holes
down at the priest, her toes grip the ledge She spreads her arms and takes a step after he says LORD HAVE MERCY, LORD HAVE MERCY LORD HAVE MERCY, LORD HAVE MERCY
Driving a truck was always my dream King of the road letting off steam Follow me while I check the truckload Call me the master of life and death Join
illusions are born Dreams are like far-off clouds Which other follow As long as there is live Tell me, tell, where they drive to Where they will once
mouth bitch Nigga you's a muthafuckin' talker, ain't no slang Ain't no bang just the switch in your walk and Ain't no damn mercy in this crew (geah) You
[Intro] Uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus: repeat 2X] Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a ginnsu Look at the life that I been through
Well this is killa mic Move your body Baby drive me crasy Refrain : Dancehall fever Ready Ready fi di show Killa mic and Maiky come fi mash?up di
try ye. And I go try again. Girl, you should be by my side whenever and however you decide. This love no get fine. Girl I go do anything for you. Cos you driving
Want them of love all the way, and no foul play Want them of love and not the negative way RZA want no drive-by car, then we will see about how we are
a car (And if you make the wrong turn on paramol Call the cops, some niggas like "Fuck the law") Mercy drive stop and ask for directions It's like a death
to someone, anyone suck the blood and leave the carcass, now we're full. lie to not disrupt the balance, it balances We're all fake We want to understand the point, let us drive
, over and over My horror story is nearly over I said I'm sorry, but I was sober I beg for mercy from my infernal friend The one that drives the nails
foul play Want them of love all the way, and no foul play Want them of love and not the negative way RZA want no drive-by car, then we will see about
reach with crooked spires for the heavens, like bones of the hollow chest of this town, torn wide for the scavengers. Mother mercy, take my hand. Follow