Lyrics:
with you, you can count on me.
You can count on me, you can count on me.
As the adding machine once said, you can count on me.
If you committed
I'm out again on my own
A reflection in the chrome
Of an adding machine
It's been so long
My mind is drawing a blank
Don't know if I can go back
that they don't want to see, but you'll never get over; you're greasing the adding machine, surveilled and serene.
they hype satisfaction until you
that they don't want to see, but you'll never get over; you're greasing the adding machine, surveilled and serene.
they hype satisfaction until you
an adding machine to count up all the women I've ruined for other men
Now compared to me, Paul Bunyan is a screamin' fag.
I can shift more gears and pump
I heard a human voice in an adding machine and my brain slipped out of my ear
Which made it hard to hear
A customer clapping in approval
A bird
modify the vehicles with patient
Adding machine guns, also some missiles, fuck it, max it
Prepare yourself, change into armor, let's give em hell
Ready
I heard a human voice in an adding machine
and my brain slipped out of my ear
Which made it hard to hear
A customer clapping in approval
A bird flew
good
I know I ought to leave you to your adding machines
But then you sock it to me and I'm hooked back like a fiend
It makes me feel like I'm a junkie
having things
Damn them player haters clocking digits like adding machines and calculators
We done came so far still we got so far to go
Yea we came from
greatest lawyer was his goal in life
Gerald studied numbers he was like a machine
Adding subtracting multiplying accounting was his dream
The books were
off the dome
I'm only 19
I'm chasin my dream
It's adding up like a money machine
I'm in quarantine
My fit lookin clean
But I can't leave that's my pet
is, it came from my head
You say you're the pipeline, you say it's up to you
To me you're an apparition, I do what I do
Useless adding-up machine you
friend
You used to be an animal
Now you're a forgetting machine
Adding and subtracting
Trying to stay supreme
If you want to be good so bad
Why don't you
Run it up double up
I'm with a bitch and she bad asf
With a bitch she bad asf
Counting machine do the adding up
You with a bitch and she sad af
I'm
the motion
Adding some tension
Setting the machine
Awaiting to leave
My bones and my soul
On my way back home
Have a look behind
Nothing more to find
don't need to flex the ice do i need to tell you twice
You know the chef is so precise when he's adding all the spice
The rhyming machine his age is only
war machines
The cause of what we see
Liars, liars… Liars, liars
We are adding the cost
We are adding the cost
We are adding the cost
We are adding
machine
These pussys are saying they wanna be me
Their bitches sucking on their knees
I'm chasing a bag with the team
We're making dough adding the cheese
fronting
I had to blow up on the scene, hit my line but they cannot compete
Picture perfect when I whip the machine
All this money got you hurting your
re-runs trying to reach us
Wheres our freedoms
Treat us like Jesus for having ideas Run by a machine, a programmed dream.
Seems we're seen through a screen
bitch I do it on the daily
Like adding all this twenty's in the valley with the cooking hand on my righty
I might just slap you for the money
I would
it up
I move like I'm from the Triple D
Trappin and rappin been adding up
Gold on neck like I'm Mr. T
I pity the fool that don't have enough
I'm finna
Baby, I love your body on a good day in a bad way
Lips lockin', adding tongue ya, I'm excited
Baby slow down, I don't wanna skip the foreplay
I wanna
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