inside So turn your mind down again Until you're mine again No more useless nights I can't take the fights I'm bleeding tonight Well are we down again
up inside So turn your mind down again Until you're mine again No more useless nights I can't take the fights I'm bleeding tonight Well are we down again
do my own thing Drop some conversation Sit back and let the phone ring Niggas they wanna see me rise '97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to
right on by... Like violence you have me, forever, and after Like violence you kill me, forever and after. Can?t count all the eyes that stare, can?t count
to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as down
no stars, uh huh....... Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin "Who do you think you are?!" When I'm sober, start jumpin in it to
down on me I'm tearing down your balcony No if ands or buts don't try to ask him why or how can he From Infinite down to Relapse the last album he's
my ball To the sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds 48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts Call another huddle, we're down by six The
holidays come and then they go It's nothin' new today Collect 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
Did we go too far to find, what is waiting here? We'll take a little time, to open again Is it dark where you are? Can you count the stars where you
and come again my selector All over de world is only for pain an' sufferin That's why Ice-T and Daddy Nitro come wit the reality thing Nice this everytime star
your face Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy And they ask you about the game you claim you got Drop science now, why not? You start
a fucking parking ticket The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin bitch No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit I'm gettin' pissed, calm down
again. Oh sweet thing, sweet thing My, my, my, my, my sweet thing And I will raise my hand up Into the night time sky And count the stars That
yeah, waddup brooklyn) Right about now (waddup new york) Yo man (waddup cali) Yo (waddup midwest) I'm just ready to get into this Yeah (count em all down
dime you have? If today was your last day Against the grain should be a way of life What's worth the prize is always worth the fight Every second counts
All the food they can eat All the screamers and squealers When they walk down the street Yeah. He's just a rich old man He never cared for anyone He likes to count
married in june....we gonna be getting down on the moon, light years interplanetary forms on the get down star wars interplanetary funk......still getting down
