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So far it's never been
All poised and profited like
You're down for a rebel's cause
But some drowned in empirical sight
I'll just count on all your

like a bounce house tho
Whipping whipping get it by the ounce bro
Get to tripping u get bounced out, hoe
This the mission let the cash count flow
Whoa

If by chance we should happen to meet
If we run across each other on the street, could you be the one?
Maybe you and I could have some fun, we're

I fuck clever girls, Lori Quaid, no agency
Clever Hans, can't count on me, just wait and see, and pray for me
T-1k boned- painfully, when I wake,

everyone agrees
My mind is tuned into you feed, I am a zombie fed by greed

Delve into your hidden fears, amplified throughout the years
Told exactly what

Aye his daddy got shot
And his momma OD'd
Tried to be the bigger brother he supposed to be
Cause he had to get by and protect his family
But he took

This is a prism, a rectangular prism
If you count up the sides, you can calculate the rhythm
You can use it as a box, you could probably fit a rock

couch
We'll bake amateur cookies but it's the thought that counts
Maybe I'll meet your friends and well say that we're feeling things out
You'll buy me

the fights by my side
Oh, you can count it on
A new breathing’s coming for us

Come, take my hand
See your fears and the tensions fall apart
Recovered strength

Bitch
It's Saturday
Wake up late
Get baked
Count every dollar I make
Which lowrider I'm going to take
Fake MF's always got to hate
You got a problem
I

shake motivation out of your bones
I know what it's like when everyone left by the time you're awake
So you're stuck with the familiar, feeling alone

Bitch

It's Saturday
Wake up late
Get baked
Count every dollar I make
Which lowrider I'm going to take
Fake MF's always got to hate
You got a problem
I

weren't
Quilting off my time
Like a dying sorry cur
The final days of stardom, juvenile desire to count
Oh, so what I am meant to believe
Is the fall

is yet to come
Have mercy
A pair of goons increased the count
The charge is paid by neighbour amounts
To place a solar panel on your skin
Paper planes

exploitin' globally
For gain 'til the rain clears
The air's gettin' thin, where was I again?
On a strange transcendental plane
Carried by the wind
What

the wins by rings
I guess it's set it stone
Picture perfect finish
There's no before and after
You want your name in print
We want ours in the rafters

Got Rich Game Flip A Hundred Bads
Upload Monitored Now A Hundred Bags
Catalog On Steroids Full Blast
Two Four Seven I'm Count'n And Doin Math
Royalty

for the morning
Underneath the curtains in the night
The last time I was in Windsor I talked to Detroit by the river
A country at my back and at my

Although I can't count all the days
That you have been coming through for me
It's by your grace
They know we started from the bottom
Now we here hmm feeling

we about that,
Bust down the watch we about that,
Money come in by the shoe rack,
I told that lil bitch she can't hold a stack, aye
I'm talking my

window

From the main attraction
Speaking out, as in the radio went
Around, I go, I'm overlapping
You will never see me an illegal batches

Grow by has

Changing Minds

16 Bit

Pop & Wave, Vol. 7

2000

Read the instructions on your plasma screen

store your program an disc

And now you move with the cursor up and down
Left and right.
Printing

in the shade 
I was digging for freedom, buried by thoughts & my demons 
Don't you come for no answers if you not built for the truth
Learn to focus

Let the beam of your sunlight
Shine its way into my life
May you lead me into light
Every day that passes by
Cause when I look in your eyes
I see