Besedila:
Count The Stars On The Way Home

in, it's so useless, to drag it out this long, take your position baby, the opposition of me, because there's no way I will change on the way home, my

my n-gga I'm the type of stars and stripes you know what I'm saying, you come f-ck with me on that bullsh-t you'll be seeing Stars and Stripes n-gga,

we burst ours first Yo, crack the Henny bottle while I drop this jewel on your dome My shit'll touch home, straight to the core you ain't alone Play the unknown type Dunn, mysterious stars

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

' new today like another memory When I come home late at night Don't ask me where I've been Just count your stars I'm home again 'Cause you could be mine But you're way

lock yo celly and that's the third time yo number changed transport airbrush, outside speakers on Valentino pu**y huggers high heel sneakers on my feet done, nails too all on

it 'Bout to jump up all the way up in it Love the way you drop low and bend it Girl you're killing me, wait a minute Love the way you that shake it up

product of Tim's percussion Y'all know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown on Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah [

wear a red hat like Limp Bizkit I don't even put it back I just put it right on the tip Jump right on the hips Everybody wanna count Drag-On chips Instead of chunk chuggas count