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Count The Stars Hanging On

we drink this world away Like you I'm left alone to sit and think all day I always thought I'd turn out this way I'll never burn away Don't leave me hanging on

nine short hair big booty Looking like the leading lady starring in a movie Fly crib, Mercedes Benz She loves niggas like me and my shady friends And when we hang out, don't count

to stay up on your ESPN If you're mind is on sex, you must got ESP then Had a crush on way back, I wasn't VIP then But I was plottin on you I really wished

got a bedroom What else count money and give a nigga head room So when you hear the leg boom, bitch, you better get somewhere Somebody gettin' hit somewhere But on the west start

a few seconds away from switching To the redundancy sequencer T minus 27 seconds We have gone for redundance sequencer start T minus 20 seconds and counting

talk or just hang around Shoot the breeze, tell me what you found On your search for some common ground Think of me when the moon is high Counting stars

We have learned to count our blessings We have seen our guiding star Pick up your bags and get your ticket Don't hang around or you will miss it This

show her no love, she keep on comin back Tellin me she got yo club, and where yo money at It must be my 'Lac, that's sittin on Pirellis The way I count

swimming in an icy creek Make sand angels on the beach Shoot cans with a BB gun Go hang gliding and bungee jump Swing around on the monkey bars Come on