Yeah, the game I finessed it, yeah (ooh) I count up the blessings (count the blessings) The diamonds is precious (shine) Ain't having no pressure (no) I bought the plain Philipe, they said I was being too extra (plain) I brought the gang with me, killed

I can see us in a house next year You'll be making your mind up You can figure out what goes where Everybody needs something all the fuckin' time It doesn't come that easy anyway Every time I try it never feels the way it did at the start This one for my

I am far too Canadian I am the face of my country Experssionless and small Weak at the knees, shaking badly Can't straighten up at all I watch the spine of my country bend and break I'm a sorry state I'm so content, to stand in line Wait and see, pass

A little bit later on When the stars come out And the sun’s long gone We’re gonna drink up a lotta beer a little later on You know out in the country don’t make no plans We’re gonna get on outta here a little later on Rockin' out all night and roll back

You got the love To see me through Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care" But you've got the love I need I know I can count on you Sometimes it seems the going is just too rough And

Oh where did I go wrong, Its bad, so sad, I ended up losing everything I had I'm livin my life like a country song Livin my life like a country song Oh will I get it back, I'm livin like I'm in a Willie Nelson track Love left town and my whole worlds

Slang with me, I don't wanna get my hands dirty Slang with me, I just wanna get soakin' wet All I ever wanna get is slang I'll rap 'n' ruck 'n' jam it up but count me out 'Cause all I ever wanna get is slang Sittin' dark getting taken 'cause I said

Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your make-up Soon he will open the door Don't think because there's a ring on your finger You needn't try any more For wives should always be lovers too I'm warning you

Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman They just spent like two or three weeks out the country Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing Taliban, Taliban You don't have to call I hit my dance like Usher

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda Count the money over, and feed the junky