No use old girl You may as well surrender Your hopes are getting slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue Sit there and count your fingers What can you do Old girl you're through Just sit there and count your little

It's easy to remember But so hard to forget So I must dream To have your hand caress me Fingers, press me tight I'd rather dream Than have that lonely feeling Stealing through the night Each little moment

Inside my head You're inside my head What do you want from me? Now you got me You won't let go It won't let go Now my fingers bleed Now they're staring at me I'm a coward now

Your medication makes me high Just be patient I'm like a patient trying to find Run your fingers down my spine Your medication makes me high, yeah I fell in love with the sativa

What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine too If you shake my hand better count your fingers What if I do get caught? What if there is no judgment? If I'm right I lose nothing, if you're right I lose it all I ought to get caught because I'm doing

I find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines The distance from me to where you'd be It's only finger-lengths that I see I touch the place where I'd find your face My fingers in creases of distant dark places I hang my coat

I said, hey, girl with one eye Get your filthy fingers out of my pie I'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry You made me cry That's the price she'll pay She told me not to step on the cracks I told her not to fuss and relax Pretty little

Cause that's how California rolls I'm talkin' 'bout me and you Baby you could be a movie star, hey (in Los Angeles) Get yourself a medical card, yea (in Los Angeles) They do the fingers like red fox (in Los Angeles) You can make it on a light blue box,

Even if we don't understand You missed the point and then you point Your fingers at me But it's all relative Even if you don't understand Well it's all understood Especially when you don't understand Then it's all just because Then let's all just believe

Got no friends up next to me, enemies too close Raf Simons on my feet that's why I fucked your ho Middlefingers to my enemies, I stay in my glo You know they're gonna intervene, my niggas do the most Ballin', I'm just on it, I'm just on it Gettin' it,