quick like the cat Put two and two together Put your face on the mat You count the stars while the ref counts three Hope you like to look at ceilings
those nasty games you're playin' Make me sick and tired of stayin' up all night I can think of better things to do Countin' stars instead of counting on
me believe in tiring As you fall fast asleep it reminds me Of the slow symphonies behind me They sing along All the nightmares you'll see tomorrow All the stars on your ceiling
up 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
the people up 68th Ave. and across Broad Street or Silk Lane in South Philly And on, et cetera Check it out, check it out Chorus: The Roots Here on
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
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
So I'll just sit here, pretend to count the stars Just like we did on your dorm room floor Staring at the ceiling and knowing this couldn't get much
the distance on songs for a compilation. No one's out there scared you'd set your eyes off all night on the ceiling in the dark think of a song or maybe
distance on songs for somebody else's compilation. no one's out there scared you'd set your eyes off all night on the ceiling in the dark think of a
3 oh 5 chevy, and the shades by Bacaray Hatin on my scrap I got my mind on my money, Milan on, taking nothing from me, Hated on these, hated on these.,
in this bitch thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this bitch the marble for the Louie the bag full of cash keep a strap on me, a mill on the tab priceless
that I'm under Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin' The ways
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
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
