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capers Can't bring them around cause Them niggas on papers Stunt! Fuck up the fuck up My bitch lookin' stuck up I count up then count up then Recount
of mine, I care for the life of me Remember a sadder day, that now they say let be Just don't recount on me in the course of a lifetime run Over and over
recount Now were all free Now were all free No war, no greed That would be something to see I hope I live that long No want, no need
points on this last leg I can't wait to recount them It seems like nothing's happened until I've shared them with you The note that you had called
together, I want everything If it's in, this feels like hot gossip Demand a recount, we poor folks Waiting on a trickle with your hands out I got a life
together, I want everything If it's in, this feels like hot gossip Demand a recount, we poor folks Waiting on a trickle with your hands out I got a life
It's too vague now to recount And outline of the one you loved in a life that was not longer Will be standing above you as you sleep
and gown First degree on my body count Ayy, how many we popped? Get a headcount Made bro recount, get the right amount Last nigga, he ratted, he dead now
recount my last Setbacks that don't kill me just amount to laughs Anyway if I could turn back the hands of time Would I change the events or change my
Still, want to hold you and kiss behind your ears, But I recount the countless tears that I lost for you But before you finally go there's one thing
Baby when I think of all my yesterdays When I dream about tomorrow When I recount my joys When I remember my sorrows sometimes a mans gotta say what
stole some emotions Well, I'd have to recount I never thought that I'd bring Seventeen all the way to you and me Thinking history repeats and you'd
Of warning sirens Of swearing porters Stronger than children Who recount the wars And stronger than The great who've made us make them We must listen
of each transcendental second and I hope I can recount each one with ease Oh, but better just to let it go and look to what is next to know The way,
Boy Sand on the motherfucking lookout Beat was so ill that I had to take the hook out Anytime I lost, recount there was a miscount Anytime I
without it Pretty easy, if you know what I mean I will stand upon a windswept hillside Latter to recount how much this meant to me Because this is
drive to be a one who knows. And I drive to hear a worried man recount the things he Always wanted to be. And the radio, AM radio, Oh, the radio will
Before midnight, saying prayers, reading a book And thinking about the next start ahead And there's no need to recount the rest or theorize how those
We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga, you gotta recount it Ayo, used to get vicious
recount and store Yet they bid that we see the same things Sweet they bid that we swim in their seas (They bid that we swim in their seas) (They bid
with boys Blushing as you recount tales to satisfy my see-through ploys 'Cause in my nightly dramas, you are still the biggest star So keep
of revolution this time? As the heroes rise in glory And the brave recount their story Is there any sense in fighting fire with fire Leave tomorrow in the hands
here, blue strips by the thousands (thousands) We count it (Yes, sir), then re-count it Loose lips sink ships, I ain't drown yet Don't know what niggas
then recount it, I'm just tryna keep it neat (tryna keep it neat) Bought her for the week Stuffed it in a twenty-ounce, it's spillin' on my jeans
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