to die for you I'll die for you I said Don't close your eyes now angel I can't bare to see you cry Licking your lips so sweet and nice Let's do it now
Well, it started off with a kiss how could it end up like this? you meant too much to me but then you through it all away it's the tone across my lips
? Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams
your babygirl? Would I be your whole wide world? Would I be the apple of your eye? Would you ever want to make me cry? If you really want me by your
songs in the last 12 years Do the math right there That's 144, on a one a month average And that don't even count what I produced for other rappers (
through your fingers while you're holdin your gut For real [ CHORUS ] So get your money how you want to, friend But when it's time to count the chips
attached Just knock it back And count your blessings Yes you've found me I'm your bounty I'm the prize so take me proudly Don't open up your eyes Don'
Take me there Bring me home Bring me home. (Fantine's spirit appears to Valjean) FANTINE M'sieur, I bless your name M'sieur, lay down your burden You
Free Teflon whitewashed presidency We're sick of being jerked around Wear that on your sleeve Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, Count your blessings
you feel it? Los Angeles done got so scandalous It might be a nice visit But you wouldn't wanna live here Cause some be so hungry They at each other's
got your back 'till this day I gives a fuck what they say Send my love to Ray I know he's up there hearin' this I bet your in the studio next to me feelin
you out there on your own Cause it dont mean shit, when the Feds run in your home Cause it dont mean shit, when you can't take care of your kids Cause
'ma be right there by your side Never let your down, never need to cry Wipe your eye, eye, eye Wipe your eye, eye, eye Wipe your eye, eye, eye Wipe your
intentional, 'cause 2 don't count When your own bloods bitter and your homeboys bounce Who the fuck is you gonna trust when your road dog is schemin'? And every other
be mashin out Wih something european On them buttons I been rich since I was 11 My grams look Like 7's my killers Look like reverends Yea u better count Yo blessings
Brain stay in the frame, I'm in the game I blow Either my watch broke or my lame-ass slow But I'ma count my blessings 'til I get to the essence It's all
stood by me and you got me here safely Never turned away from me when others lost faith in me Even when I was a non-believer and doubted your existence
you You gotta get back to your essence Use your gifts and share your presence Don't count your dollars 'til you count your blessings [Chorus]
