reaching for you When talking on the phone is all we can do But it won't be long until I'm back to you I'm counting the seconds The minutes, the hours
Open your eyes now Hear me out before I lose my mind I've been waiting for hours Let the salt flow, feel my coil unwind Give me a smile please Count
off of that mountain shelf We used to climb but no one tries to go up that far now, yeah We're all too busy working, entertaining ourselves Forty hours
Or go and buy gats y'all and come up on a grip So like anybody else I went and bought a gun Pulling burgs at night and now I'm counting my funds Three
's a clown with a smile like it doesn't mean a thing, but my heart burns with pain. tomorrow is the day, so i'm counting...down the hours until the plain
a clown with a smile like it doesn't mean a thing, but my heart burns with pain. Tomorrow is the day, so I'm counting... down the hours until the plain
empty (When I close my eyes) Whoa, I feel empty (When I close my eyes) Is this a new way to love? Never face to face, is it enough? Does it really count
So count it of one, two, three I hear the beat, I'm in a trance No better place to be Daytime, nighttime, anytime Things go better with rock I'm goin' twenty four hours
you I love you still Still after all this time still you're still on my mind I love you baby I love you still I've lost count of the hours and I've lost
three hours that I can get by But the twenty-fourth hour is the one when I cry I pray that it won't come, but it comes anyhow And the twenty-fourth hour
? No smoking Does anyone have any? 1, 1, 1 no smoking 2, 2, 2 3, 3, 3 no smoking sir 4, 4, 4 I could go on counting for hours, the things that I like
, I do You whispered "then prove it, then prove it, then prove it, to me baby blue" When I count my blessings and you're mine for always We laughed beneath the covers and count
digit vapors lookin down at my watch its like im flyin ova vegas she workin them tables no waiter painted toes topless for them dollars get to the crib and count
their veins run cold like the cannibal lox And bring heat like the blood of the mammal that's hot And keep fighting like the boy with the mechanical heart And watch time count down on the hands of the clock Till the hour
feeling your cards, deep in your gut It was a late Saturday night, big chips, we had a lotta Theodore performed at the Plush Brigatta It was an hour
it all, the kid loved basketball Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals Clocking dollars, by the hour
your own risk silver shadow That might lurk in the image in the Pharaoh when the road gets narrow An hour off after hour devour with the power the
caught a couple homies off, shit I had to Chained on me for the money, look what cash do Thinking I'm rich, counting my money Worrying bout mine, they should be counting