less Counting the days towards our new construction, Moving mountains by compulsion, The impulse that shock's us out of our long time decision, I'm counting
Haha, You know how we doin' baby?) [Jadakiss (Styles)] Keepin' it Gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo How many men could you kill? (Let me count all
they got, a little cheese I'ma be on my way, to pay one of these days Ready to bust, one of these A to the K's Can't even count, how many blunts I blaze
a picture of a punk ya pickin shit pickin pockets with a razor stoppin Russian rockets Not shoplift, I'm liftin shop Once you sound hot, cause if you
, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin I see no justice All I see is niggas dying fast The sound
got vacation days then you might escape to a condo on the coast i set my watch to the atomic clock i watch the crowd count down 'til the bomb gets dropped
me the night baby and i'll be good in the woods Ya freakin my mind ya freakin my mind I told the maceo bout the days that go (he know) I know he know
line that I heard in a long time The wanna be me's that they I sound off beat I'm not off beat, I'm totally unique and it sounds real sweet So if you'
bomb ass raps to make your lungs collapse perhaps, you never sleep cause evertime you doze you catch blows to the motherfuckin nose aint seen the sun, in 66 days let me count
are not alone tonight Imagine me there by your side It's so hard to be here so far away from you I'm counting the days till I'm finally done I'm counting
He counted the tears I shed Then started himself to weep I'm dreaming both feet on the ground I'm screaming but my voice doesn't make a sound I'm falling
you're jumping from your seats If this is what you're wanting over there Throw your hands up in the air Cos you know we bring the sounds so unique Now
This a take over You can't stand in the way of darkness A cold, cold day in hell is upon us Rise up stand up and be counted The days of war and the
the end of rock and roll These days are numbered Counted out in loss Faith and spirit Walking hand in hand To meet a wall Made of sound But where does that sound
i cherish every single second that we spend and i can count on you to never let me down you tell me that you love me without making a sound and i can
When I wake up, and the day begins, do I hold my breath and count to ten? Or will it be three? We'll see, we'll see. It depends on which day of the week