Lately, I been, I been losing sleep
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Dreaming about the things that we could be
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But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
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Said no more counting dollars
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We'll be counting stars
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Yeah, we'll be counting stars
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Is this on, nigga?
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Ok, good, I'm gone, nigga
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You ain't no backhood
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Throw that shit in the ball, nigga
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My whole team is fine, nigga
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If ya sign yo checks, I get along wicha
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When nobody round me, I signing checks
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It's (???)
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Man, what, track remix
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This that weird all black remix
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Please understand that at the age of 25
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I already qualify for a black visa
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I'm selfmade, like my black snickers
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White time is on a black T-Shirt
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I ain't one to make (???)
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I'm stacking paper like mad teachers
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Home at night, I'm home at night
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So y'all motherfuckers better be home at night
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And don't get it twisted, I'm deep wid the hus
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So y'all motherfuckers better buddy up
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If you're ready for war, then put your captains up
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If you stall to the sky, I'mma hunt you down
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Sorry, baby girl, I'm just passing through town
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Everybody for a nigga wanna back around
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(Hook)
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Lately I been, I been losing sleep
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Dreaming about the things that we could be
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But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
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Said no more counting dollars
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We'll be counting stars
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(Verse)
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Now, I ain't wanna be materialistic
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Don't twist it when you listen to this shit
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And I ain't ever paint picture to get rich
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I'm tryna get hope to the rebels in this flick
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Resistance to this shit, not existent
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The flow switch, it flips quips in an instant
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Van Gogh, Vincent, everytime I lift the motherfucking ink drip
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Send ships to the enemy
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Everytime I put together the illest of four melodies
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Put a couple hundreds on a highway
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When they pull me ova, I tell'em that hundid's the new 70
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Hop! Wrap sheet full of felonies
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But I'm still tryna fight for the better me
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Counting Stars (Trap Remix)
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| YONAS |
