to die for you I'll die for you I said Don't close your eyes now angel I can't bare to see you cry Licking your lips so sweet and nice Let's do it now
Well, it started off with a kiss how could it end up like this? you meant too much to me but then you through it all away it's the tone across my lips
slumped back in the seats Being broke is a joke, I never found it funny That's why I count my blessings as much as I count my money [Chorus 1] [Fabolous
loving? Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough, to tell me your
'm your babygirl? Would I be your whole wide world? Would I be the apple of your eye? Would you ever want to make me cry? If you really want me by your
frenzy hold up Whatever niggas wanna do, niggas wanna try Fuck it, I'm better than the best of them King Kong and Godzilla mixed up together While I'm blessing
the sufferance plauging the others. styrofoam plates, cafateria tables charity reeks of cheap wine and pity and I'm thinking of you. I do every year when we count all our blessings
chase your dreams No matter how things may seem (no, no) dream on Just remember you control your destiny (I control my destiny) just remember never block your blessings (count your blessings
chase your dreams No matter how things may seem (no,no) dream on Just remember you control your destiny (I control my destiny) just remember never block your blessings (count your blessings
now Take me there Bring me home Bring me home. (Fantine's spirit appears to Valjean) FANTINE M'sieur, I bless your name M'sieur, lay down your burden
(Feat. AZ the Visualiza) [A] Aiyyo, wassup wassup let's keep it real son Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin? [N] Yea yea [A] Aiyyo, put the Grant's
[A] Aiyyo, wassup wassup let's keep it real son Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin? [N] Yea yea [A] Aiyyo, put the Grant's over there in the safe
Caesars, Napoleons and cunts With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones Counting on their fingers, with crumbs down their fronts I passed by your garden, saw you with your
Free Teflon whitewashed presidency We're sick of being jerked around Wear that on your sleeve Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, Count your blessings
me The pain still has me sinking All while the heart gently weeps Your smell has got me shrinking The tears in your eyes are twinkling Because the heart
you out there on your own Cause it dont mean shit, when the Feds run in your home Cause it dont mean shit, when you can't take care of your kids Cause
'ma be right there by your side Never let your down, never need to cry Wipe your eye, eye, eye Wipe your eye, eye, eye Wipe your eye, eye, eye Wipe your
intentional, 'cause 2 don't count When your own bloods bitter and your homeboys bounce Who the fuck is you gonna trust when your road dog is schemin'? And every other
