"Tired Of Counting" lyrics
Some of the days when I am waiting for you
You're on the other side
When I can hold you tight, and tell you that I love you
Conceal and carry all these firearms, don't you just say it for the public
I keep on having all these dreams about destruction and leaving the country
I keep on least about 6,000 on me, my accessory costume
Love her, but I never trust her
And I never slow
Forced to put the Henny in the molder
Came from East of Henny with a Yola
This shit less you when you wear the molder
Only raise the people on your shoulder
Get up now you only getting older
And just keep on going little soldier
I know all these lights is astounding
I know all this money astounding
Hide all this shit in the mountain
She count when I'm tired of counting
Sending shit to my account
She count when I'm tired of counting
It's a whole new hundred thousand
Hope you ain't tired of counting
I see you still looking for love in the city
With no one to found it
I see you still looking for me
And I'm way overseas with the houses
I had to dive inside the water
Even though my nigga were drowning
You got to weigh up the money
Embedded this shit in the houses
And I will be
I will be
I will be
I will be
Something special
Thought you was something special
On my ceiling and not a rock
Don't let the drugs get you
We might lean with the alcohol
No, I ain't nothing special
Boy, it ain't no pressure
If I want me, would I be sick
I just holla, but he stay in the V
Say he won't make it home from the drive by
And I don't trust nobody better than me
I don't need no one on my side
I keep it going on my side
The rain and the snowing on my side
Ain't no telling or showing on my side
You're on the other side
When I can hold you tight, and tell you that I love you
Conceal and carry all these firearms, don't you just say it for the public
I keep on having all these dreams about destruction and leaving the country
I keep on least about 6,000 on me, my accessory costume
Love her, but I never trust her
And I never slow
Forced to put the Henny in the molder
Came from East of Henny with a Yola
This shit less you when you wear the molder
Only raise the people on your shoulder
Get up now you only getting older
And just keep on going little soldier
I know all these lights is astounding
I know all this money astounding
Hide all this shit in the mountain
She count when I'm tired of counting
Sending shit to my account
She count when I'm tired of counting
It's a whole new hundred thousand
Hope you ain't tired of counting
I see you still looking for love in the city
With no one to found it
I see you still looking for me
And I'm way overseas with the houses
I had to dive inside the water
Even though my nigga were drowning
You got to weigh up the money
Embedded this shit in the houses
And I will be
I will be
I will be
I will be
Something special
Thought you was something special
On my ceiling and not a rock
Don't let the drugs get you
We might lean with the alcohol
No, I ain't nothing special
Boy, it ain't no pressure
If I want me, would I be sick
I just holla, but he stay in the V
Say he won't make it home from the drive by
And I don't trust nobody better than me
I don't need no one on my side
I keep it going on my side
The rain and the snowing on my side
Ain't no telling or showing on my side