My fingernails are dirty
But that's just what I like
And I don't see the hurry
To get myself inside
I swear all of the faces are looking the same
They tryna offer help in exchange for a name
They don't know that I'm cold enough for this game
Ain't got time enough to feel shame
Got two shoulders they be holding the weight of the world
But I can't complain
Well I'm no Mercury
But you can't stop me like a worker bee
Looking for a killer queen
Until I bite the dust and it's a murder scene
Two hands, half a brain and a silver tongue
Got me in the game
Like the Rat Pack solo-act
I did it my way, and I can't complain
Now move, I made it here without you
No grip on me, I'm too smooth
Why do you care what I do?
Bitch, I'm not in the mood
Now run it back
Still pretty far from done in fact
I ain't got stress 'cause I'm confident
That my plans work out
Like a jumping jack
My fingernails are dirty
But that's just what I like
And I don't see the hurry
To get myself inside
I swear all of the faces are looking the same
They tryna offer help in exchange for a name
They don't know that I'm cold enough for this game
Ain't got time enough to feel shame
Got two shoulders they be holding the weight of the world
But I can't complain
Keeping it syncopated
You know, sometimes I feel outdated
Like deja vu that's been degraded
Or a girl that looks to thick and hates it
It's like I've been here before
Like I did the same thing
Just years ago
Maybe back then it was pimps and hoes
Maybe last gen I was Quincy Jones
Who knows?
You can run, but you can't hide
Well, that's a damn lie
Everybody wanna be on stages
They ain't got the patience
They don't wanna stand by
But I'll be here at the front door
Writing down stories untold
You ain't got a clue what I've done tho
But you're 'bout to find out pronto, let's go
My fingernails are dirty
But that's just what I like
And I don't see the hurry
To get myself inside
I swear all of the faces are looking the same
They tryna offer help in exchange for a name
They don't know that I'm cold enough for this game
Ain't got time enough to feel shame
Got two shoulders they be holding the weight of the world
But I can't complain
Mello Crum - Mercury Lyrics
Mello Crum - Mercury Lyrics
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My fingernails are dirty
But that's just what I like
And I don't see the hurry
To get myself inside
I swear all of the faces are looking the same
They tryna offer help in exchange for a name
They don't know that I'm cold enough for this game
Ain't got time enough to feel shame
Got two shoulders they be holding the weight of the world
But I can't complain
Well I'm no Mercury
But you can't stop me like a worker bee
Looking for a killer queen
Until I bite the dust and it's a murder scene
Two hands, half a brain and a silver tongue
Got me in the game
Like the Rat Pack solo-act
I did it my way, and I can't complain
Now move, I made it here without you
No grip on me, I'm too smooth
Why do you care what I do?
Bitch, I'm not in the mood
Now run it back
Still pretty far from done in fact
I ain't got stress 'cause I'm confident
That my plans work out
Like a jumping jack
My fingernails are dirty
But that's just what I like
And I don't see the hurry
To get myself inside
I swear all of the faces are looking the same
They tryna offer help in exchange for a name
They don't know that I'm cold enough for this game
Ain't got time enough to feel shame
Got two shoulders they be holding the weight of the world
But I can't complain
Keeping it syncopated
You know, sometimes I feel outdated
Like deja vu that's been degraded
Or a girl that looks to thick and hates it
It's like I've been here before
Like I did the same thing
Just years ago
Maybe back then it was pimps and hoes
Maybe last gen I was Quincy Jones
Who knows?
You can run, but you can't hide
Well, that's a damn lie
Everybody wanna be on stages
They ain't got the patience
They don't wanna stand by
But I'll be here at the front door
Writing down stories untold
You ain't got a clue what I've done tho
But you're 'bout to find out pronto, let's go
My fingernails are dirty
But that's just what I like
And I don't see the hurry
To get myself inside
I swear all of the faces are looking the same
They tryna offer help in exchange for a name
They don't know that I'm cold enough for this game
Ain't got time enough to feel shame
Got two shoulders they be holding the weight of the world
But I can't complain
But that's just what I like
And I don't see the hurry
To get myself inside
I swear all of the faces are looking the same
They tryna offer help in exchange for a name
They don't know that I'm cold enough for this game
Ain't got time enough to feel shame
Got two shoulders they be holding the weight of the world
But I can't complain
Well I'm no Mercury
But you can't stop me like a worker bee
Looking for a killer queen
Until I bite the dust and it's a murder scene
Two hands, half a brain and a silver tongue
Got me in the game
Like the Rat Pack solo-act
I did it my way, and I can't complain
Now move, I made it here without you
No grip on me, I'm too smooth
Why do you care what I do?
Bitch, I'm not in the mood
Now run it back
Still pretty far from done in fact
I ain't got stress 'cause I'm confident
That my plans work out
Like a jumping jack
My fingernails are dirty
But that's just what I like
And I don't see the hurry
To get myself inside
I swear all of the faces are looking the same
They tryna offer help in exchange for a name
They don't know that I'm cold enough for this game
Ain't got time enough to feel shame
Got two shoulders they be holding the weight of the world
But I can't complain
Keeping it syncopated
You know, sometimes I feel outdated
Like deja vu that's been degraded
Or a girl that looks to thick and hates it
It's like I've been here before
Like I did the same thing
Just years ago
Maybe back then it was pimps and hoes
Maybe last gen I was Quincy Jones
Who knows?
You can run, but you can't hide
Well, that's a damn lie
Everybody wanna be on stages
They ain't got the patience
They don't wanna stand by
But I'll be here at the front door
Writing down stories untold
You ain't got a clue what I've done tho
But you're 'bout to find out pronto, let's go
My fingernails are dirty
But that's just what I like
And I don't see the hurry
To get myself inside
I swear all of the faces are looking the same
They tryna offer help in exchange for a name
They don't know that I'm cold enough for this game
Ain't got time enough to feel shame
Got two shoulders they be holding the weight of the world
But I can't complain
Writer: Thijmen van Daalen
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