ترانه:
Count The Stars What I M Looking For

same old faces I'm looking for the right things to say When everything is crashing down on me When all you want to do is sit tight It's what I'm looking for

I Talking] Ay my nigga I'm the type of stars and stripes you know what I'm saying, you come fuck with me on that bullshit you'll be seeing Stars and Stripes

before Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected I got killers off in Chicago [Rick Ross] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I

' Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin' Damn, can't a bitch breathe? Gimmie room, please I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze I

stars, uh huh Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin' "Who do you think you are?" When I?m sober, I go on to win it Shit I bet they

mothers and their brothers For them I feel empathy But I ain't pouring out no liquor for no niggas I pour my heart out when I see Dot out on the deck

-awake the stomachache that I?ve acquired From feeling down, things look grim and I?m so sick, of being tired Apartment lights go dark, and it?s depressing but what can I

I don't care I still get it, anytime I want to Call her at the house, I think she said, "Come through" I'm coming, every time I see her Thats what I'm

to read and write I'm just walkin down the street all alone High as hell, my mind is gone I'm thinkin bout some brand-new shit and I'm broke I know I