alone And I counted stars on the ceiling I fell in love with that feeling When I've got home, I was alone I counted stars on the ceiling I fell in love
was alone and i counted stars on the ceiling i fell in love with that feeling when i got home, i was alone i counted stars on the ceiling i fell in love
Traduzione: Stelle. Stelle contando sul soffitto.
for miles, and miles Hold my breath and count a hundred and ten And back up the hill to start again Watching spiders on the bedroom ceiling They got
Chorus: Hey doorman, tell?em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, you niggas keep wavin? them wrists, I put my money on
One I Love The Only One I Love If You Could Only Imagine What I'm Feeling I Just Lay And Daydream And See How Many Holes I Can Count On The Ceiling And
stand- Just rocked another show, just can't remember where I am And my families far from here, but the stars are bright this evening On this morning on
I'm counting back the number of the stripes It took for me to get back on the wagon of the weekend I'm getting out of time Another proof that I got home
same Cause united we stand divided you fall And I am love and love conquers all I love to turn on the mic and rock the house and come on everybody and
So this is war, more blood poured from the fountain As I'm counting on the cold hand Of those that abstain and demand More ground gained from the crosses
indiscreetly I can tell by the feeling Draw the blinds and lock the doors You start to stare at the ceiling As you keep repeating Take your time and make this count
, she said The choice is yours, reach for the ceiling, avoid the floor Then she lifts me, up in the air, see in the city with a thousand miles stare and
without us every time we go to sleep And broken hearts that lie in bed with promises still left to keep And you just stare at the ceiling, awake all night On and on
Wanna be involved, better be aware Ticky Diamondz got women everywhere Do it on the floor, stairs to the chair Do it on the beat, please, hands to stare Got you on
stare at the ceiling What can I do To improve how I'm feeling Gotta release all the tension I'm needing Tossing and turning I stare at the ceiling
sits there dreaming He's found a book on Magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling "At the count of 3" he says
in this bitch Thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this bitch The marble for the Louis the bag full of cash Keep a strap on me, a mill' on the tab
