I work a lot from home
I work a lot on the down low
I keep trying to be somebody
Someone that they all know
I double-check my phone
No new messages, no missed calls
Everybody needs somebody
To hold them too close
I need a little mercy, mercy
I need a little mercy, mercy
I don't wanna talk to God
I just wanna smoke weed
Mercy, mercy
Devil's not in the details
He's on the front page
We been selling souls for some retail
Maxing out minimum wage
And I keep trying to take my money to the grave
Somebody's gonna make my money some day
I need a little mercy, mercy
I need a little mercy, mercy
I don't wanna talk to God
I just wanna smoke weed
Mercy, mercy
Look, ayy, mercy, mercy, no Murcielago
Just a Nissan low on gas
Thank God for every time he saved my ass
Like back when we was on the internet
But we never copped nothin'
Listening to Kanye West
Before we missed the old Kanye West
Before we ever sipped coronas
Or corona ever had us stressed
Before we turned from God
'Cause we couldn't face our sins
Before we ever really understood what that is
Honestly I wonder if we ever will
I seen Kobe go so unexpected
Wonder where his riches would've went if he ain't have a will, yeah
Moral of the story, we ain't kids no more
Moral of the story, you can't take it with you
Moral of the story, everybody needs something or somebody
Everybody needs a little mercy
I need a little mercy, mercy
I need a little mercy, mercy
I don't wanna talk to God
I just wanna smoke weed
Mercy, mercy
