Testi:
Count The Stars On The Way Home

, it's so useless, to drag it out this long, take your position baby, the opposition of me, because there's no way I will change on the way home, my

I'm in a good way, on a bad day thinking of a plan a way to stay on top of it nailin' in I have a fit if I sit, sit doin' nothin' which is what I've

of this bottle And I'm the pen When the lights go off I wanna watch the way you Take the stage by storm The way you wrap those boys around your finger Go on

on my way there's no place like home till the day we meet I count the days I am missing you feel so alone heading back to earth I'm on my way there's

Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star state

4', Sittin' On The Floor Drink A Couple Of 24's, Need-A-Lay Back, Money On My Mind, An OG Gotta Get Away Sometimes. [Capone] The Rap Game Home, I've

can miss to smoke ?Palmer joke? Fuck a Slob from Cedar I'm on Alameda On my way to Elm with the Glock 10 millimeter A Hoo-Ride ain't shit to me 187 on

' new today Collect another memory When I come home late at night Don't ask me where I've been Just count your stars I'm home again 'Cause you could be mine But you're way

s on the map While y'all stand on the corner, stoned like Chris {?} Kiss back, watchin time - wrist back Every second count but just finish this lap You gamble on