eyes I can see so much of my life Let your dreams always lead IA'll be there for you whenever you need Count on me Count on me Count on me
the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms Od’ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms When I count
going crazy I loosing my mind 'cos the logic of the story is impossible to find Like a talking head I'm gonna making sense 'cos bad news is like sitting on
sitting in the gardens As the acid rain comes in He got it covered full of rhino heads And boots of leopard skin He got the means, he make the harvest high But you can count
the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms Od'ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms When I count
got one hot minute of the higher ground and like Simon said I know the silence is the sound nevermind I'll reach Nirvana even if I have to pay on a fool
world, my girls TS electrify the sky like the Third Rail Want me to fail cause you on my dick But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me shit
tempt me, I'm seein' no penitentiary Crime scene clean, shells, no prints Flee the shootout, X-5, no bitch It's meant for me to survive this gangster
just keep on runnin' Keep on runnin' Tequila Sunrise It's another tequila sunrise Starin' slowly 'cross the sky, said goodbye He was just a hired hand Workin' on
I can see so much of my life Let your dreams always lead I?ll be there for you whenever you need Count on me Count on me Count on me
tote, clips empty Foes tempt me, I'm seein no penitentiary Crime scene clean, shells, no prints Flee the shootout, X-5, no {?} It's meant for me to survive
the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms OD'ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms When I count
think I've ever smiled so wide as when you were holding me up I was given a picture the other day of a past birthday We were together on our back deck
fly Gravity is for them Those non believers So the thread that you proudly hang on Eventually it will snap The perfection is ruining your temple Tickles a smile on
Перевод: Fool's Garden. Count On Me.
