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[Intro]
Life can bring much pain
There are many ways to deal with this pain
Choose wisely

[Refrain]
Will I fall? Will I fly?
Heal my soul
Fulfill my high
Cross my heart (Count, count, count, count it)
And hope to die (Count, count, count, count it)
With my slice (Count, count, count, count it)
Of Devil’s pie

[Chorus]
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

[Verse 1]
I know that it’s difficult
I’m stackin’ this paper, it’s sort of habitual
I blow the residual
And fuckin’ yo bitch like its part of my ritual
Pardon the visual
But money, it give me a hard-on it’s typical
I want it in physical
A million dollars, I count up in intervals
Without it I’m miserable
Don’t wanna fall off so I’m all in my bag
Thankin’ God like it’s biblical
I know it’s gon’ solve every problem I have
I balled on the principal
Remember the teachers was all on my ass
Now look all of them, pitiful
And all of a sudden I’m so good at math

[Chorus]
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Can’t take it when you die, but you can’t live without it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Can’t take it when you die

[Refrain]
Uno, dos, tres

[Bridge]
Big bills, big bills
I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills
My niggas runnin’ tip drills, can’t sit still
Don’t give a fuck if it kills, it mix well
I’m only countin’
Big bills, big bills
I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills
My niggas runnin’ tip drills, can’t sit still
Don’t give a fuck if it kills, it mix well
I’m only countin’…

[Refrain]
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

[Verse 2]
Proceed with caution
I heard if you chase it only results in
A hole in your heart
Fuck it, I take the whole cake and I won’t leave a portion
It’s only an organ
Thank God mama couldn’t afford the abortion
The loneliest orphan
I flip my misfortune and grow me a fortune
My Rollie is scorchin’
Them niggas that hated is slowly endorsin’
Now Cole, he important
My niggas beside me like Tommy and Martin
We ball on your court and
Then skate with your bitch like we Tonya Harding
She don’t need her garments
She horny from all the money we countin’

[Chorus]
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Can’t take it when you die, but you can’t live without it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Can’t take it when you die
Uno dos

[Refrain]
Will I fall? Will I fly?
Heal my soul
Fulfill my high
Cross my heart
And hope to die
With my slice of Devil’s pie

1985, I arrived
33 years, damn, I’m grateful I survived
We wasn’t s’posed to get past 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas popping now is young
Everybody say the music that they make is dumb
I remember I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same thing
You gotta give a boy a chance to grow some
Everybody talkin’ like they know somethin’ these days
Niggas actin’ woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all frontin’ these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of em’ diss me, I’m suprised
I ain’t trippin’, listen good to my reply
Come here lil’ man, let me talk with ya
See if I can paint for you the large picture
Congrats ’cause you made it out your mama’s house
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your whip foreign
I got some good advice, never quit tourin’
‘Cause that’s the way we eat here in this rap game
I’m fuckin’ with your funky lil’ rap name
I hear your music and I know that rap’s changed
A bunch of folks would say that that’s a bad thing
‘Cause everything’s commercial and it’s pop now
Trap drums is the shit that’s hot now
See, I’ve been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs I’m unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you havin’ fun and I respect that
But have you ever thought about your impact?
These white kids love that you don’t give a fuck
‘Cause that’s exactly what’s expected when your skin black
They wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and think your song is how it feels
So when you turn up, you see them turnin’ up too
You hit the next city, collect your money when it’s due
You gettin’ that paper, swimmin’ in bitches, I don’t blame you
You ain’t thinkin’ ’bout the people that’s lookin’ like me and you
True, you got better shit to do
You coulda bought a crib with all that bread that you done blew
I know you think this type of revenue is never endin’
But I wanna take a minute just to tell you that ain’t true
One day, them kids that’s listening gon’ grow up
And get too old for that shit that made you blow up
Now your show’s lookin’ light cause they don’t show up
Which unfortunately means the money slow up
Now you scramblin’ and hopin’ to get hot again
But you forgot you only popped ’cause you was ridin’ trends
Now you old news and you goin’ through regrets
‘Cause you never bought that house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I ain’t judgin’ you
I’m just tellin’ you what’s probably gon’ happen when you rappin’
‘Bout the type of shit you rappin’ ’bout
It’s a faster route to the bottom
I wish you good luck
I’m hoping for your sake that you ain’t dumb as you look
But if it’s really true what people sayin’
And you call yourself playin’ with my name
Then I really know you fucked, trust
I’ll be around forever ’cause my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you when your shit flop
In five years you gon’ be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga

[Verse 1]
There’s a house over the hill that somebody died in
There’s a pool down in the backyard I would love to lie in
It’s the first time that I’m in the Hills, I kind of like it
So I hope you don’t leave me alone
You got celebs on your left and right working the night shift
Can’t tell if they lying to my face, they come off righteous
No way I could match the old days to what half this night is
So I pray you don’t leave me alone

[Chorus]
Pain dripping on my leather seats with windows down
‘Cause it hurts for me to know, hurts for me to know
Veins ripping, oh, don’t let them see how I changed the sound
Yeah, it hurts for me to know
I’m not a tourist no more, no more

[Verse 2]
Mercedes Benz on these narrow streets I’m tryna ride in
Drug dealers in their mansions that they love to hide in
Dog days, but melancholy nights, we start to like this
So I hope that you leave me alone

[Chorus]
Pain dripping on my leather seats with windows down
‘Cause it hurts for me to know, hurts for me to know
Veins ripping, oh, don’t let them see how I changed the sound
Yeah, it hurts for me to know
I’m not a tourist no more, no more
I’m not a tourist no more, no more, no

[Bridge]
10 years have gone by and I’m burning up, I’m burning up
Remind me now, why did I run out here?
Rumors on the side that I’m earning some, but not enough
Money and love from you is true

[Chorus]
Pain dripping on my leather seats as windows down
‘Cause it hurts for me to know, hurts for me to know
Veins ripping, oh, don’t let them see how I changed the sound
Yeah, it hurts for me to know
I’m not a tourist no more, no more
I’m not a tourist no more, no more
I’m not a tourist, no

I wake up in the morning
With the sunlight in my eyes
The promise of a new day
Makes me smile
But in a matter of minutes
A wave comes over me
Leaving me awash in anger
And anxiety

Hello Mister Kerr
It’s good to see you today
Hello Mister Kerr
There’s wine on the table
Why don’t you stay

Every day’s a new frustration
And an empty bottle of wine
Quiet down those racing thoughts
By living in a cloud to ease your mind
This is not at all how I expected it to be
A simple fall
Will solve it all
This is not living anyway

Hello Mister Kerr
It’s good to see you today
Hello Mister Kerr
There’s wine on the table
Why don’t you stay

Lately, things are looking up
I couldn’t have done it without your help
Why do you have to leave
Anyway
You say that I don’t need you
Why do you leave me this way
I’ll never forget you
For as long as I live

And the shoeboxes filled with memories
Can only take you to places tattered
By the hands of time

Goodbye Mister Kerr
We missed you today
Goodbye Mister Kerr
There’s wine on the table
We’ll drink to your name

There’s a girl in the black and white striped shirt
With a stare that can make any toes curl
Oh my God with a grip that makes me trip
Oh Yeah
Let’s be real, a cheap meal in the parking lot
And it’s cool if you’re scared to get on top
There’s a time and a place for everything
But it’s okay
It’s okay
Cause

She just wants to live a life that she deserves
And that’s okay baby you just want to be heard
I’m just tryna live a different way yeah
I’m just tryna see a different way yeah
Cause we all want to live a life that we once knew
And that’s okay baby you can just go be you
I’m just tryna live a different way yeah
I’m just tryna see a different way yeah

It’s okay
It’s okay