Have Mercy (feat. Keenan Victor)

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Redd Byrdd

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(Country motherfucker)
I can't believe it, they're singin it with me, there they go
Room full of people talkin bout "ain't that the way she goes"
Most times you're lucky if twenty come to a show
So I guess I'm blowin twenty minds and then I'm headin out the door (yeah hoe)
Don't act like you don't know what this is
It's been my lifetime in the making this hip hop 'n' roll shit
You take that Lynyrd Skynyrd, Waylon Jennings, mix it with Pimp
Throw in a dash of insanity you got Redd Byrdd bitch
Look momma, look at what I made
Your baby boy is playin his guitar up on a stage
Just gimme a couple more years and let me get paid
And I'll put you and daddy up in that mansion by the lake
Now see if anybody still hates on that
See if they still sayin this ain't rap
See if I'm still that same ol me in a pair of black jeans, wife beater, and a Stetson hat
And I bet that's facts, bet I live my raps
Tell em if they come back
That if they don't like the Byrdd they can kiss my ass
Yeah they tell you that they love you then they put you on a shelf
Quick to switch you out with somebody else
And my reckless behavior's puttin my heart through hell
Seems like all I do is damage I can't manage myself
Feel like it's make or break
White flag, shake and bake
Me and Keenan Victor brought the sauce
Now we just need the cake
Name one more artist that's doin this kinda sound
I ain't got no backup plan I guess it's finally showin now
Dear Lord, have mercy on me
Set me straight or set me free
It's like the whole world's leanin on me and I'm fallin down, down
Send me somebody to rescue me
Or if not at least somebody that'll let me be
They tried to tell me that it's all a game
Well I ain't playin around, round, round
Tiptoe on the ledge
Blame it on the debt and regrets
Merlot bottles are the meds
All the drive I had is wrecked
Swerve left, don’t correct
Failing every God given test
Feel the crawl of the flesh
On to the next, turn a bad date to a great one
Celebration, fire burning till the cake come
No reservation needed when you know what fate does
Incubate love till it’s radiating
Go contaminate some pray the blessings ain’t a fluke
I need a vacation, skipping out payments due
Self-preservation, dreams of finally breaking thru
Pray one day I ain’t aloof, refusing to embrace the suit
Don’t do designer (Yeah)
Dolce and Gabana (Yeah)
Persona non grata (Yeah)
Diabla wear Prada (Yeah)
My angel wear nada (Yeah)
See what’s inside her (Yeah)
More than rosada
Our souls combining
Shining like Dada’s
I just want dollars
Old as Madonna
Feeding the monster
They want me locked up
Dodging the Crown Vics and the Impalas
Faces of drama
Playing with cheesing and trauma
Bullets ain’t got no name
All I got is one shot gotta fix that aim
After two more shots Ima hit that grave
Valley of death past the window pane
Get my window stained, innuendo made
If the wind don’t change and the tint gon fade
And the sun shines thru I can live for days
Got a lust for life can’t forget foreplay
Gotta lick that... aye
Living up on my toes, bent but never fold
Giving of all of my soul
Dear Lord, have mercy on me
Set me straight or set me free
It's like the whole world's leanin on me and I'm fallin down, down
Send me somebody to rescue me
Or if not at least somebody that'll let me be
They tried to tell me that it's all a game
Well I ain't playin around, round, round

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