less Counting the days towards our new construction, Moving mountains by compulsion, The impulse that shock's us out of our long time decision, I'm counting
' at the old park pier And every summer now for five long years I grease the gears, fix the lights, tighten bolts, and straighten the tracks And I count the days
Grand Larceny I lay low for a show and then I go Steal the motherfucker then we count the dough It's kinda like robbin' but it's legally done And now days
Welcome to the future, uh Hey, count me in Find me a nice soft place to land I'm so high, find me a place to land Yeah, right there, yeah I'm so tomorrow
cherish every single second that we spend Pre-Chorus: And i can count on you to never let me down You tell me that you love me Without making a sound
Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound Counting form through rhythm electric freedom Moves to counter-balance stars expound our conscience
Their silence deafens every sound, we try just to ignore To waste their future freedom, we?ll regret forever more I believe in, I believe in, these are the days
season If you got popped five times You breathing for a reason Let's put the five tenure plan into progression Before we count our paper Count our
We come from the infinite place of limitation Rejoice in these days, make a correction We're the completion Lights out, down for the count and can't
22's are dangerous Drink a finger with the nugget rings Pow, take one from the needle How you feelin' now? Purple moons and lucky charms Yeah, that's the sound
got vacation days then you might escape To a condo on the coast I set my watch to the atomic clock I hear the crowd count down till the bomb gets dropped
got vacation days then you might escape To a condo on the coast I set my watch to the atomic clock I hear the crowd count down til the bomb gets dropped
take my folks?" Hope to see freddy G, Yusef G, love my G, Rolly G Police watch me smoke my weed and count my G's Got a lot of people countin' on me And
Intro: (Trife Da God) Ghostface Killah] (Uh what you got here, is your approach) Your approach gotta more guerilla on 'em KnowImean? Just to make it sound
Born from the slums and taken Through the ritual, childhood, puberty, adulthood, maturity And mastery of me And my surroundings counting down the days
it, my lady has sounds Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine Money paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count mine Cause I... Was raised in a
raps To make your lungs collapse Perhaps, you never sleep 'Cause ever time you doze You catch blows to the motherfuckin' nose Ain't seen the sun in 66 days Let me count
raps To make your lungs collapse, perhaps You never sleep 'cause everytime you doze You catch blows to the motherfuckin' nose Ain't seen the sun in sixty-six days Let me count
