was alone and i counted stars on the ceiling i fell in love with that feeling when i got home, i was alone i counted stars on the ceiling i fell in love
alone And I counted stars on the ceiling I fell in love with that feeling When I've got home, I was alone I counted stars on the ceiling I fell in love
Traduction: Etoiles. Compter les étoiles On The Ceiling.
distance on songs for somebody else's compilation. no one's out there scared you'd set your eyes off all night on the ceiling in the dark think of a
for miles, and miles Hold my breath and count a hundred and ten And back up the hill to start again Watching spiders on the bedroom ceiling They got
same Cause united we stand divided you fall And I am love and love conquers all I love to turn on the mic and rock the house and come on everybody and
up in this bitch Thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this bitch The marble for the Louis the bag full of cash Keep a strap on me, a mill' on the
sits there dreaming He's found a book on Magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling "At the count of 3" he says
that I'm under Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin' The ways
T-minus 60 seconds and counting Arm light on Switching command 2 internal Switching command 2 internal [Missile..Internal..] Affirmative Ready Check
in this bitch thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this bitch the marble for the Louie the bag full of cash keep a strap on me, a mill on the tab priceless
the people up 68th Ave. and across Broad Street or Silk Lane in South Philly And on, et cetera Check it out, check it out Chorus: The Roots Here on
be sorry I'll be alright I'll sleep tight Till the break of dawn CHORUS I can think of better things to do countin' stars Instead of counting on you
sky That I'm under Who gets money, remain fly Yeah, I wonder? Eyes flutter As love When Nas pops up Stars get starstruck Panties start drippin', the
(Chorus) Hey doorman, tell 'em line up the Cris' I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch You niggas keep wavin' them wrists I put my money on
the spirit of the ghetto says "You Gotta!" They snatch you again from rock flippin' Give back into the neighborhood, you better start kickin' Stickin' stores On
