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Long were the nights when
My days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps
Praying the floor won't fall through again
And my mother accused

carry my highs and it feels like I'm soaring It changed by my lows, I'ma sleep till the morning
So I'm gonna rock, I'm gonna roll You cannot stop me, I'm

I'm looking at the folder, all the fabricated love songs
Those times were long gone, faking romantic bonds
Counting the wrongs, all the past should

The government funds being spent
Shit
Condoms and liquor and cigarettes
To bury her regrets
And keep on digging a hole
Of past indulgences from grandparents
Who

back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus with it

strong 
I will be brave 
I'll find my way 

I'm reaching for the phone
Cause I'm feeling so alone
Days and days go by
And I'm counting every hour 
But

strong 
I will be brave 
I'll find my way 

I'm reaching for the phone
Cause I'm feeling so alone
Days and days go by
And I'm counting every hour 
But

Counting down the hours
To face you again the lion awaits
Hiding in the shadows
Smelling your blood
Feeding my pain
Guided by the whispers
I'm

trynna grow as a person see the almighty lights 

Need you by my side
You're my left and right 
Just like the sun you make my day so happy and so bright

Feeling so emotionless my heart on reset
Questions for the hopeless I hope you never regret
Yo love got me clueless flying in privet jets
Shit I know

faced
To feel
Facing an empty chair
Asking why 
I'm just counting the days
And the years
They’re all fading away 
One by one

This dance isn’t really my

Dear John

Taylor Swift

Speak Now

2010

Long were the nights when
My days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps
Praying the floor won't fall through again
And my mother accused

Person try to help
Im not a friend to count On you should do it by Yourself
I prefer to be on my own i Can do this myself

Feeling guilty everyday, Like im

every cave
Pull up to my rave, we don’t need to save
Seeing this white boy it’s Dave
Look at girls they misbehave
Hopefully they’ll always give a visit

hit by the karma
Get hit by the karma
I'm getting real busy, bro, I'm feeling different
I'm getting my money now, I'm counting digits
Feeling all drunk

Blessing up ya I keep counting
Elevate like I’m on a mountain
Bought a ring we was really on
Lost ur trust going thru my phone
I’ll admit I was fuckin wrong

is nothing if you don't Got hope
I kinda regret all the things that I Chose
I use to be selfish and now I'm alone
I wish i wasn't so empty and cold
My

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

a little while

Yeah but now I'm holding office in this church pew here in August
Counting off all my transgressions and the sin I keep close
Holding hands

person, had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickels and dimes staking rhymes by the eons
Situation around the way with my women

By my lone at the top 

I'm counting this cash real fast making that shit look like some magic
Draco Ruger FN double cross me it might get tragic

big time, I would still rewind
Counting regrets, I'm just passing the time
Give me a second to gather my mind
At first my thought's, "Is that all you

My days are going by, all I see is X's on the calendar
I'm searching for the why's, got me lost me lost inside this algebra
I see shirts wearing

Follow My Lead

Christian

SPM: The Purity Album

2000

digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.

Chorus:
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3)