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you ever think of us anymore
Counting on you to let me go
Call me Babe, say I'm more than enough
I'm okay though I fall apart
Olden days remembering our

Get it by my lonely
They know nothing 'bout me
They know my songs and everything but don't know my story
So many niggas gone before me,
Still, we

Verse:
Fear your death, Silence is about to shatter
Wandering dreams have lost in eternity
and your last days are counting day by day
and fear what

I got days
My thoughts like a maze
Like this fire they a haze
Somedays I aint seeing great
Sometimes you just have to wait
Day by day
Play by play
Ive

Grounded

Stir

Holy Dogs

2000

through the fields and
Counting the rows
You're counting the rows as you go by
The driving machines are
Pouring water on the stones
Of the California

everybody's on a National bender
30 standard drinks from noon
Maybe break it up with a little goon
Feeling pumped to start the day
By the end my stomachs pumped

belong
I'll be waiting by the window when you finally get back home
Without you here the better part of me is gone
The autumn days are holding

ride like you it just you at the end
I'm counting all my blessings
I got to learn from my mistakes
I remember trapping on 1942 we was ducking dodging

Another one goes by
And you're frowning
Another one goes by
And we're still counting
Another day another week
Without you next to me
Another month
That I

counting these steps we take
We fell in a foreign place
Day by day
We never healed the pain we made
Mm

Somehow I've been missing our days
Then it came all

Getting by w/ it
Counting my blessings
I've been down w/ it
Butterfly w/ it
Getting by w/ it
Counting my blessings
I've been down w/ it
No more mind to it
I

body stress you nooo!
When God bless en don bless you
This people wan stress 
But am counting all my blessings one by one tonight

Hey you how you what

Shay u Dy feel all da rhymes
Take ya ganja light ya vibes now
Ahahan

Back in the days of fela 
Tajo ma mugbo mugbo 
Back in the days of fela 
Tajo ma

the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones

Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm

Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones

Choppa

but everything's riding on me tonight
Been counting the stars and scars
How I'm becoming a work of art

Desperate times and desperate measures
I

but everything's riding on me tonight
Been counting the stars and scars
How I'm becoming a work of art

Desperate times and desperate measures
I

feel 
Got you losin ya ways 
We ain't counting the days 
We ain't counting the days 

You want it bad
Something that feels right 
Something that feels

Drop [Explicit Version]

Gunplay

Drop

2012

the bass in the speakers
I hid fifty DP’s in each tongue in my sneaker
I get it then, I get it off
Skull, and sell it all
Y’all, I can flip it by

Back to the Family

Jethro Tull

The 25th Anniversary Boxed Set

1993

Master's in the counting house
Counting all his money.
Sister's sitting by the mirror 
She thinks her hair looks funny.

And here am I thinking

Young Zim always on the run
One day, I’ll be number one
I’ll make it soon as possible
But I am unstoppable
counting all my cash
But I’ll leave it

shot 
Don't let it go 
(Don't let it go no)
Count it up 
Count it up 
Count it up 
(Keep counting all day)
Take your time 
With your shot 
Don't let it

And counting my blessings free styling 
I dey get but I'm still finding 
Count them one by one
Blessings that you want
Name them one by one 
Name all of them

antidepressants
Back in my mind, I was sinning for sex, back in my mind, I was counting for minutes
Tryna get by, but i'm sitting on lessons
I'm tryna get by, i'm

knows
Getting caught in his ways
Cause I'm still just a man
At the end of the day
Getting tempted by demons
These vices I crave
Day and night, every day