Lyrics:
you down
Well at least that’s what you said to stop me freaking out
Done playing catch up, behind in the count
Cause playing the victim is weighing me
softly down to the ground and we wait for someone to begin
Don't leave anyone behind, we won't leave anyone behind
Count in and we can all join in, we
baseball
Here i am behind in the night
The count 's 3 and 2
End the game like Beethoven's NINTH
Is what I must do
So now that we're here
Alone in the dark
to match your lead
Match your lead
Please, please don't disappear
I'm clearly unprepared and aloof
And far behind in count
Though I can trace
have to be heartbroken,
Want to forget a silhouette,
You left behind, in my heart.
I can't count,
How many nights I've had to search,
Search for one more
message in every story
Hopefully you didn't miss it in your inventory count
Behind closed doors
For no one else to see
Only a reflection
Staring back
hide in
Everybody count with me
One, two, three, fuck it
Silver dollar city crumbling at the speed of light
I know it sounds so shitty, but I think you
Count.
Body Count.
Body Count.
Body Count.
Awwwwwwwwww shit
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body
Pardon the visual
But money, it give me a hard-on it's typical
I want it in physical
A million dollars, I count up in intervals
Without it I'm
the pleasure to see than putting pressure on brains via
My poetry clean shots double x marking the damn spot
Manipulated by none motherfucker keep in count play
to send more
Oh, thinking of us
Leave this shit behind us
I count my days
In my headspace
Don't leave me there to decay
push yo ass back
While I'm still loving you
Big eight-teen on my grind
Trusting bitches kept me far behind
Bout my digits count up in my mind
Pedal metal
behind a wall stuck in this cage
So count your days
Can't believe I took so long to realize it was always you
Shouldn't be me, couldn't be free, wouldn't
money
Don't make me count that money
If you spending like you saying then lay it out in front of me, yeah
He gon' hustle 'til he die
Yeah, he just
We Count up the commas
We Count up the commas
We Count up the commas
We Count up the commas
We Count up the commas
We Count up the commas
RDS Rundown
(One by one they all fall behind)
Count up, count up
All these drugs I'm gonna throw up
Count up, count up
All these drugs I'm gonna throw up
Count
Perhaps you'll see me on TV, perhaps I'm singing just for you
Perhaps you'll see me in six thousand weeks and that'll have to do
Count the red cars, count
Count.
Body Count.
Body Count.
Body Count.
Awwwwwwwwww shit
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body
Count it up bitch yeah count it up
Count it up bitch yeah count it up
Count it up bitch yeah count it up
Count it up bitch yeah count it up
Count it
Count me out
Count me out
Fellas want to hang
And save tonight just
For the gang
But you'll have to count me
Out this time
If I can't bring
All these bitches in my section want some clout
I done ran right through the check, don't count me out
I done lost and made it back, don't count me
And we gone count it up, count it up
Take that money out
And bring them drugs in
That brand new Malibu
That’s what my plug in
Always strapped up
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
count it up
Blessings
I put my mama in the crib, said, "Stop stressin'"
I put my girl in a brand new diamond necklace
She said she need more of my
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