pain an' sufferin That's why Ice-T and Daddy Nitro come wit the reality thing Nice this everytime star Man like Ice-T 'pon the ?? man Come in star, one
that I had before Like a star wars poster on my bedroom door I wish I could count to ten Make everything be wonderful again Hope my mom and I hope my
[Pusha T] It?s like an itch you can?t scratch It?s like a bitch you can?t shake I still want it Sleeping with the finest The thread count is bindless
' in the bay, Play with the bitches in havana and come back with the yay Front all my niggas nothin' left but qb's, Sit back like a fat cat and count
ll make ya head hurt When the hawk take the day off I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin' through
could happen to you Don't count stars Or you might stumble Someone drops a sigh And down you'll tumble Keep an eye on spring Run when church bells
It could happen to you Don't count stars Or you might stumble Someone drops a sigh And down you tumble Keep an eye on spring Run when church bells
predicate felon When he make bell he eat more booty than Ellen Who you tellin'? The world is mine like Esco If not, at least a house and Esgro Turnin' ghetto stars
singles She showing out, she showing out Shawty showing out, she showing out She showing out, she showing out She showing out, shawty showing out He ain't never see a five star
bad Close my eyes and I count to ten Hope it's over when I open them I want the things that I had before Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door I
only one night of the year It's the sugar plum world of cinnamon swirls A hint of pine wood in the air As the church bell chimes, a count twelve times
can only move south down the coast Well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame If you've never stared
Oh Shannon I might be dreaming' The stars fell down on the factory The cathedrals repeating, the light receding Bells on another day Have you ever seen
under pale nebulas united in mysterious runes I've found the thing I've been inspired. Night wind is bringing mournful sounds of bell, I count the strikes
Adam stands on docetic mountain The woman's face is full of stars In the words of the book And with the lips of the book And the trumpet and the seal
't wait up for me, don't wait up for me I looked at the clock and it was quarter to twelve I started counting the minutes to the freedom bell I said
goodbye to November She must be on her way The cold winds of December Look like they're here to stay Me, I'll just count the snowflakes As they start
