Count the days
Here's a church
Here's a steeple
Here's a mutha fucka that I gotta blow away
Here's my chance to cure the ills of the people
But not until I make this mutha fucka pay
And oh, baby I count the days (yea-yes)
I count the days
Here's the interview
Here's the time
If I keep your secrets will u keep mine?
If we hurry we can catch the train
If it was left up to u I would die in pain
That's why I count the days
Oh, I'm counting, hear me, hear me
Days, Days, Days
Counting the days
Great day in the morning
My choir sing a pretty song
Everyday I'm with your ass is another day wasted
I swear is a day 2 long
Counting
Like Frankie Beverly without Maze
I'm counting
Mutha fucka I count the days
Can I count on, count (counting)
count on
I count the days
Count the days
Count the days
Count the days
Count the days
Count the days