Lyrics:
I'm up at 5 AM
I mix the fat with the fitness
I don't know why hate him
I'm something like Terry McGuinness
Futuristic with the wrestling
No loss,
Speed it up and get it back
Make it count where it at
Leave it up every time
Can you handle it? Can you handle it?
Baby, don't make me
Count
I been wrestling for Your blessing all nite like Jacob
Your Presence refreshens my mind when I wake up
Wash me in Your word, cover me with Your blood
the best
I am a wrestling treasure
I know I'm what you want
I know I'm what you need
I am for your eyes only
Opponents take heed
The one night delight
I'm
abnormal where it counts, with the sounds, with the nouns, elements for compounds
Acquire wraps, remove the back, an grab the tray, just need a pound
Count me out
Count me out
Fellas want to hang
And save tonight just
For the gang
But you'll have to count me
Out this time
If I can't bring
Guitar Solo
Two, three count had nobody on
He hit a high fly in the stand
Rounding third he was headed for home
It was a brown eyed handsome man
Brown
Count it up bitch yeah count it up
Count it up bitch yeah count it up
Count it up bitch yeah count it up
Count it up bitch yeah count it up
Count it
wrestling, hit the ground, laid out, 3 count, that boy a loser
I miss them days, back of the class catching fades
Fifty cents up in my pocket still enough
Guitar Solo
Two, three count had nobody on
He hit a high fly in the stand
Rounding third he was headed for home
It was a brown eyed handsome man
Brown
Swole As Hulk Hogan, Eddie Guerrero Slogan
I lie, I cheat I steal and every body know this
Wrestling the whole brick, wrestling your hoe chick
Rest
it up count it up count it up count it up count it up
I'm a count that bag
These girls they don't love you they only want you for the money I get it
My Instagram
Use that for promotional
This girl want it
To get with me personal
I making rap
To a wrestling promo
I diss the boyfriend
And take
People always think they know something
If police come and question asking I don't know nothing
Make it back mounts make it back count up
Make it back
Baby I'm too busy countin' all these blessings
Yah, yah, yah
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up
Swear
Amusing your muscle
Muscling your memory
Uplifted count-down
Amuse ourselves til you show up
Mutual muses
Wrestling with a Palomino
Falling out
Guitar Solo
Two, three count had nobody on
He hit a high fly in the stand
Rounding third he was headed for home
It was a brown eyed handsome man
Brown
Guitar Solo
Two, three count had nobody on
He hit a high fly in the stand
Rounding third he was headed for home
It was a brown eyed handsome man
Brown
Count me out
Count me out
Fellas want to hang
And save tonight just
For the gang
But you'll have to count me
Out this time
If I can't bring
I'm so Raw (Raw) WWE wrestling (Wrestling)
Hop on an instru and keep flexing (Flexing)
No time for sleeping I'm never resting (Resting)
Raw Raw I'm
Guitar Solo
Two, three count had nobody on
He hit a high fly in the stand
Rounding third he was headed for home
It was a brown eyed handsome man
Brown
so happen, I'm wrestling with my status
I'm trying to see me like He do, not focusing on this madness
They count on me, count me out on a count of they
writing bar for bar
Stacking ammo, cleaning weapons, count me in for war
Pulled a pistol at a guy driving a tank, I'm gone
I felt my time was running out
the paths of righteousness
For His name's sake
Even though I walk
Through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil
For you are with me
Your rod
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