so don't forget You can count on me 'Cause I will carry you till you carry on Anytime you need someone Somebody strong to lean on Well, you can count on me
so don't forget You can count on me Cause' I will carry you till you Carry on Anytime you need someone Somebody strong to lean on Well you can count on me
said having a slumber party all my bitches counting bread made man, also known as Papi Chulo and I'm running straight up in the culo my wrist always on frio, call me
Kanye West:] I?m here, it?s the misogyny bad bitches massaging me sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges so please don?t judge me, ugh, for
up on this stage And my lips become percussion And my fists become the rage And I pound on this table Till it gives me something to say Then I think
on the weak minds The weak minds You're so fucking influenced by propaganda To live your live and set your standards Let me hear you make your decisions
no good ever comes of it, unless you count me talking to you now So, have you been hurt? Did you hurt someone? Did you get all crashed down upon? Me,
with Ice T, eh Ice can we ask you a few questions about the new Body Count album? Yeah, what is it, what what wa's up wa's up wa's up? On the
made me You can't enslave me (Bitch) - My soulfly free No organized religion - No church - No priest No university - My DNA diversity Count my blessing - Never a curse to me
why is you beefin'? [Rip] Ayo, stop patronizing me You despise me All you wanna do is steal rhymes from me You constantly keep me behind walls of concrete Lock me
words that we said that night I'm so scared now that it may not turn out right Double standards and all that's in between, keep me hangin, hangin on by
off the billboard count) (no limit in there, how they do that there) Yeah, you can give me trigger man and that hard shit And mama mia still gon stay up on
a while? we're counting on you. So sad to say you've gone away, Without a trace or two. There is no perfect time too fast or slow, standard versus
others A story so thin to cover all your lovers Count me out your standards Shadow trade in competence Ten to twenty answers shouting down on confidence
having a slumber party all my bitches counting bread made man, also known as Papi Chulo and I?m running straight up in the culo my wrist always on frio, call me
lot of theories Won't reflect the likes of me Lack the will to be a weasel Not lured into your security Yeah, I live in a dream but who put me to sleep
I can?t believe I hung around with you all this time You drove me crazy with your OCD, girl you're out of your mind I?m counting on UFO's to beam me up