was alone and i counted stars on the ceiling i fell in love with that feeling when i got home, i was alone i counted stars on the ceiling i fell in love
alone And I counted stars on the ceiling I fell in love with that feeling When I've got home, I was alone I counted stars on the ceiling I fell in love
Übersetzung: Stars. Counting Stars On The Ceiling.
for miles, and miles Hold my breath and count a hundred and ten And back up the hill to start again Watching spiders on the bedroom ceiling They got
that I'm under Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin' The ways
in this bitch Thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this bitch The marble for the Louis the bag full of cash Keep a strap on me, a mill' on the tab
sits there dreaming He's found a book on Magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling "At the count of 3" he says
sky That I'm under Who gets money, remain fly Yeah, I wonder? Eyes flutter As love When Nas pops up Stars get starstruck Panties start drippin', the
(Chorus) Hey doorman, tell 'em line up the Cris' I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch You niggas keep wavin' them wrists I put my money on
the spirit of the ghetto says "You Gotta!" They snatch you again from rock flippin' Give back into the neighborhood, you better start kickin' Stickin' stores On
Bulgari Hand on my strap, I got my mind on my money Got my mind on my dime You ain't taking nothing from me Hated on these choppers here Hated on these
Bankhead you can't flex on me Westside bitch I'm in the club, I got that TEC on me Extra deep, TECs on me, swinging nothing less on me Spending twenty
South Philly And on, at cetera Check it out, check it out Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders So when we begin to assassinate your cast members Here on
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
and start prayin' Power like the bear, but quick like the cat Put 2 and 2 together Put your face on the mat You count the stars while the ref counts three
me believe in tiring As you fall fast asleep it reminds me Of the slow symphonies behind me They sing along All the nightmares you'll see tomorrow All the stars on your ceiling
up in this bitch Thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this bitch The marble for the Louis the bag full of cash Keep a strap on me, a mill' on the tab
