Lyrics:
never count me out
Y'all better count me in
Got twenty bank accounts, accountants count me in
Make millions every year, the south's champion
Cause all
you
It's no good unless he needs you, all the way
Through the good or lean years
And for all the in between years, come what may
Who know where
know I been on now, then, and I'm next
Every year my year, you know I always wanna flex
If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
Say my, say my,
Sing me away and turn back the year. Sing me home before I die.
I recall last Sunday morning when the choir from off the street
Came in to sing a few
As another election year upon us
These last four years been good to me
Couple dollars in a couple different bank accounts
Some here, some offshore
thirty years but he sleep with these hoes
Spending all this money, going out to eat
M.O.B. man, money over bitches
These niggas say they real, but they
105 is the number that comes to my head
When I think of all the years I wanna be with you
Wake up every morning with you in my bed
That's precisely
are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
So hang a shining star upon the highest
Well, I've just been thinkin' things over
How I have loved you for years
My life just don't seem worth livin'
Since you have left me in tears
'cause I'm everywhere
I'm gon' get it any means necessary
'Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secretary
Gave my nigga fifty years, forever buried
year after year
You're sure your heart will fall apart
Each time you hear his name?
I know the way I feel for you it's now or never
The more I love,
In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the fair Cobh of Cork
We were bound far away with a cargo of bricks
For
wearing a weave
Who Dooney and Bourke bag is fake, who holding the keys
To the car she drove last year or who fucking on who
And who need a pap smear,
ocean floor.
[CHORUS]
Many years have passed since those brave men are gone,
Those cold, icy waters, they're still and they're calm;
Many years
the kitchen like
I wonder when the Braves gon’ win it
I wonder when the Falcons gon’ get here
Pyrex vision, made more than I ever made with DTP this year
It's time for us to all give something
(It's time for us to all give something)
All around the world this time of year
(All around the world this
as when we started
Then I was inspired
Now, I'm sad and tired
Listen surely I've exceeded expectations, tried for three years
Seems like thirty
Could u ask
Dear, it seems years since we parted,
Years full of tears and regret;
I've been alone broken hearted,
Trying so hard to forget:
Girl of my
to get on my bike
Just to touchdown in my hood and I put that on my life
I'm like yeah nigga, I'm there nigga, I ball hard all year, nigga
My diamonds
for the last twenty years
If you real mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Yeah and it is what it is
so wicked year after year
Farther along we'll know more about it
Farther along we'll understand why
Cheer up my brother live in the sunshine
other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too
If you had prepared twenty years ago
You wouldn't be a-wanderin' now from door to door
to all my niggas runnin' up in apartments
We had a good year this year, we made a lot of fortunes
And we very fortunate
Who got that drink, hell yeah
why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts, glory
Posted on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my army
Feelin' like none of y'all
.png/286px-Ten_Years_After_(1970).png "Ten Years After")
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