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Hit The Lights Count It

Count it, one year later now we're dead miles, goodbyes State cities flames are converted into time Been on the road from family and home It feels like

year later met with death miles goodbyes. states cities friends all converted into time yet on the road from family and home it feels like it just

One year later met with death miles goodbyes. states cities friends all converted into time yet on the road from family and home it feels like it

stars come out And all that counts Is here and now My universe will never be the same I'm glad you came You cast a spell on me, spell on me You hit me

the vibe Pedal to the medal we see blue light They wanted to get rip fuckin' wit my sawed off Polish it all down till it replenish Soon as I'm finished

, get all up in it You Olive Oil and I'm Popeye I'm a hit it like I'm on that spinach Dig it, girl, if you wit it, feel it Yeah, come ride with a thug

nd Bring it back to the kitchen See the crack its fizzin Then bring it back when its finished Jimbo put that on a dish And Chizzel will bag it and sell

the tree and I'ma fig it Figure it out, the mic, I'm rippin it like a ligament Gimme a light a Bud Light, and shit'll get lit just like a cigarette

's hit the city of freedom like old times It's getting dirty underneath the blue sky Imagine you and me counting the butterflies One, two, three! Let's bring it