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of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home

when I'm sure
That you're coming back to me
The day I'm looking for

Sven days
I'm sitting here and wondering 'bout the million ways
Of killing time, I

and that's just fine
Just fine with me
Watching the sunshine from indoors
Pacing around on the kitchen floor
Sweatpants and a baseball game
Just gettin by

I waste my time
Counting the days
That I waste my time
You pass by
I'm bad at hello
But I'm worse at goodbye
Somebody save me now
I trap myself
Then

a good summer, so I hope so
Sunshine seems so far away
I don't think that I can take another cloudy day
So bring me a summer worth singing about
Bring me

Bust a Nut

The Notorious B.I.G.

Scandalous: The All Star Compilation

2002

When the moon rises, I'm cuming in her eyes-es
Just the way playas play
Leave it up to me, I get fucked all day
Sucked all day, smoking blunts,

Chorus
Spent too many days, days without the sun  
Lightning in the skies, thunder always comes 
Counting every rain drop, one by one 
Let it rain

Some things cannot move along
All they do is they break me
Left all alone for a new day awakes me
Shaking now filling up by the hatred
Your shame is

Jay Z

SiR

Seven Sundays

2015

money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z

20 minutes go by, this nigga run out
I ain't

day,
All night 
for the grind say me never run down

Now I am counting my blessings I name them one by one
One by one 
One by one 
All the bad belle

fades
You don't see a night like this every day
I'm telling you, let's believe, destiny, is right here by your side
Let's believe

I'm telling you,

Nothing left for me to do, yeah
Finding you by my side

Two lonely souls travelling down this dusty road

Travelling down this dusty trail
Counting

I'm counting the days
The fight has an end
Not sure if I can fix this
Nothing left for me
Running down the streets
My mind's away
Somewhere in

making Christmas cards and baking Christmas treats Instead of sitting in the kitchen worrying  ́bout me
I should be counting days till Christmas, not

counting down the days
Don't tell me no, I can't forgo
I must fly tonight
Hold on back up, have two years
Really gone by
Shoot me up and let me go
I'm going

with gang cause most of these Niggas be fake
At the end of the day its really just me and them bullets gon rain

We was posted with blunts you get hit

Happiness is free
Buh life hit you hard I know
Ohhhh yeah
Somebody ask me the other day
How can we sing the Lord's song
In a strange land
Oh ooo
I'm

seas
Looming clouds
And the stars up above
I could sit for centuries with you watching the stars go by
Counting all the constellations that we spot with

I've been doing okay
Thanks for asking
I'm just trying to get by these days

Yesterday was tough on me
Trying to make them laugh while you're lying

that I felt
Mood swings, mood swings
Every single day
Everything I look at
I can somehow see her face
Got me second guessing
What's real what's fake

that I felt
Mood swings, mood swings
Every single day
Everything I look at
I can somehow see her face
Got me second guessing
What's real what's fake

I was dealt
But a change is on the rise
I see with open eyes
Better days to come
Living by my own design
Counting my own time
To the beat of my own

counting days
I just want the good communication and good head
Every night im drinking I am sleeping in your bed
You know it make me mad and hot all up in my

and my bike, come with me

Remember my friend when we both were alive
Counting the days till we’d break out
And just what we’d do all on our own
Without