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No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus with it

trynna grow as a person see the almighty lights 

Need you by my side
You're my left and right 
Just like the sun you make my day so happy and so bright

Counting down the hours
To face you again the lion awaits
Hiding in the shadows
Smelling your blood
Feeding my pain
Guided by the whispers
I'm

Feeling so emotionless my heart on reset
Questions for the hopeless I hope you never regret
Yo love got me clueless flying in privet jets
Shit I know

faced
To feel
Facing an empty chair
Asking why 
I'm just counting the days
And the years
They’re all fading away 
One by one

This dance isn’t really my

Dear John

Taylor Swift

Speak Now

2010

Long were the nights when
My days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps
Praying the floor won't fall through again
And my mother accused

every cave
Pull up to my rave, we don’t need to save
Seeing this white boy it’s Dave
Look at girls they misbehave
Hopefully they’ll always give a visit

Person try to help
Im not a friend to count On you should do it by Yourself
I prefer to be on my own i Can do this myself

Feeling guilty everyday, Like im

hit by the karma
Get hit by the karma
I'm getting real busy, bro, I'm feeling different
I'm getting my money now, I'm counting digits
Feeling all drunk

is nothing if you don't Got hope
I kinda regret all the things that I Chose
I use to be selfish and now I'm alone
I wish i wasn't so empty and cold
My

Blessing up ya I keep counting
Elevate like I’m on a mountain
Bought a ring we was really on
Lost ur trust going thru my phone
I’ll admit I was fuckin wrong

a little while

Yeah but now I'm holding office in this church pew here in August
Counting off all my transgressions and the sin I keep close
Holding hands

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

person, had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickels and dimes staking rhymes by the eons
Situation around the way with my women

big time, I would still rewind
Counting regrets, I'm just passing the time
Give me a second to gather my mind
At first my thought's, "Is that all you

By my lone at the top 

I'm counting this cash real fast making that shit look like some magic
Draco Ruger FN double cross me it might get tragic

My days are going by, all I see is X's on the calendar
I'm searching for the why's, got me lost me lost inside this algebra
I see shirts wearing

Follow My Lead

Christian

SPM: The Purity Album

2000

digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.

Chorus:
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3)

coming back
That hole is still there
But I'm trying to make it smaller
I still feel so small and consumed by it
I don't have much room to spare
Some days I

(Yeah)
Hmmm
Yeah
Oh NaNa
Yeah
Lately I been getting tired of making songs about heartbreaks
But bitches don't get tired of making my heart break
Hole

missing, put that on my children
Bet that, nigga, what? Regret that, run it up
Heh, and I'm about to sum it up
This shit here that problem, livin'

and regret
I try so hard to forget
Girl I can't stop seeing you everywhere I go
Late at night your in my mind
And I just can't seem to find my peace
I can't

I can feel the stress inside it’s building
It’s like I’m playing chess with my life man I think I’m losing
Counting bottles is amusing
Till it hits

your chosen it's time to go get it 
Imma stay focused I will not regret it 
You're only consumed by your mind if you let it

Don't waste your time away