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Why Lady Why (Gary Morris) · Why Oh Why (ATC) · Why Lady Why (Gary Morris) · Why Why (Shannon) · Counting the Ways (Edward Gerhard) · Counting Teardrops (Emile Ford) · Counting Stars (Andrew Peterson) · Counting Other Peoples Money (Keak da Sneak) · Counting the Days (The Sound) · Til the End of Counting (Carla Ryder) – and 90 other albums »


to where you'll bury me

In your killer eyes chilling through me
Your killer eyes keep staring through me

Tangled in, this unhealthy feeling, 
As I
(It's all I do)
Well I don't come here a lot
But I fuck what I see
And everything's always the same
'Cause lovers are killers
They're burnt
Maybe I’ll let you shoot me down
'Cause you’re a beautiful killer with a beautiful face
A beautiful killer and you won’t leave a trace

Do you know
counting
Who's counting
I could give a million reasons
Why you should've stayed
But who's counting anyway

I cry nine hundred ninety-nine tears a night
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah

Why do I love you so much
When you’re a love killer
Why do I
Words & Music by Erwin King
Recorded by Hank Snow

Why do you punish me for loving you,
You're counting my mistakes, how about yours?
Why do you
calling
Won't you give me
A free ride.

I know too
What you do
When you're through
Counting the cattle as they go by the door
Keeping a carpet
Pass the cracks on every weird occasion
You keep your fingers crossed at any time
If I were you I could come up with more solutions why
You put
And I got the song of the robin
And I got a roof in the sky
Wonder why my heart keeps a throbbing, a throbbing
A son of God's country am I

And I got
the truth

So I just keep on hopin', believing
That maybe by counting the many times, I've tried
You'll believe me when I say, I love you
And I'll lay
eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it
Step by step there's nothing to it

1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love
eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it
Step by step there's nothing to it

1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it
Step by step there's nothing to it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love my
5-6-7
makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
 
Jesus christ! 
Why do chicks always have to be so fuckin complicated?
Like this one chick, lazaan, was
And I got the song of the robin
And I got a roof in the sky
Wonder why my heart keeps a throbbing, a throbbing
A son of God's country am I

And I got
even load it and cock it and put it in they brains
I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain
Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change
pop like the bubbely
When I was doing bad, you people was all laughs
Assholes, jock off, kiss my whole ass
Mobocracy, live by mob rules
If niggas
Fuck you and the bed yo bitch slept in
Killer-Kill keeps it real, hardcore is what I'm reppin'

Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just
hear you're counting sheep again, Mary Jane
What's the point of trying to dream anymore
I hear you're losing weight again, Mary Jane
Do you ever
You know it's not just fun and games

When I look into your eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it step by
Tell me why 
I'm so blue 
Why I'm losing myself inside 
Tell me what should I do 
Never thought I'd have tears to hide 


I know 
I'm missing you
I
it's not just fun and games

When I look into your eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it step by step there's
hear you're counting sheep again, Mary Jane
What's the point of trying to dream anymore
I hear you're losing weight again, Mary Jane
Do you ever
always screaming at me
I'm the one that keeps your lives so care free
What the fuck more do you want me to be?
Why must you do this to me?

Run away,
Master's in the counting house
Counting all his money.
Sister's sitting by the mirror 
She thinks her hair looks funny.

And here am I thinking