Laulunsanoja:
Stars Counting Stars On The Ceiling

alone And I counted stars on the ceiling I fell in love with that feeling When I've got home, I was alone I counted stars on the ceiling I fell in love

alone And I counted stars on the ceiling I fell in love with that feeling When I've got home, I was alone I counted stars on the ceiling I fell in love

(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

Bulgari Hand on my strap, I got my mind on my money Got my mind on my dime You ain't taking nothing from me Hated on these choppers here Hated on these

South Philly And on, at cetera Check it out, check it out Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders So when we begin to assassinate your cast members Here on

and start prayin' Power like the bear, but quick like the cat Put 2 and 2 together Put your face on the mat You count the stars while the ref counts three

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 tab

When you start adding up I guess I must be dreaming She got over me Whoa, I'm over this feeling Are you staring at the ceiling? Are you counting all

heart out when I see dot out on the deck Knowing two weeks ago he slapped-boxed with death I hear of niggas dying in the wind and on the news But when