Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Will I fall? Will I fly? Heal my soul Fulfill my high Can't take it when you die, but you can't live without it Can't take it when you die Big bills, big bills I fell in love with big wheels and quick

Take your time coming home. Hear the wheels as they roll. Let your lungs fill up with smoke. Forgive everyone. She is here and now she is gone We had plans, we can't help but make love. It's a beautiful thing when you love somebody, And I love somebody.

Make it hot The world is filled, with pimps and hoes The world is mine, can't you see I'm just trying to be all I can be But we'll just talk about those I knows We'll just talk about those I knows Now first come the cash, then come the ass Then come big

Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of

Can you love me again? I need to know now, know now Now I’m rising from the ground Rising up to you Filled with all the strength I found There's nothing I can’t do! I told you once again, Do this again, do this again oh no Know I’ve done wrong,

You know that I could use somebody Someone like you, somebody Always looking down at all I see I hope it's gonna make you notice Someone like me I've been roaming around Painted faces, fill the places I can't reach Someone like you, and all you know, and

I don't know, where to go, what's the right team I want my own dream, so bad I'm gonna scream I want my own thing, so bad I'm gonna scream I can't choose, so confused, what's it all mean The day a door is closed The echoes fill your soul They won't say

Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying they're a road brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

'Nother round, fill 'er up, This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down. Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottles up. Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out. We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out. (Bottoms up) Hammer down, grab