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