Life a game you play it til it die and then you done
Riding til the wheels fall off I feel like I'm the one
I don't need no recognition all I need my bread
Take that mula to the grave then I count it all again
Life a game you play it til it die and then you done
Riding til the wheels fall off I feel like I'm the one
I don't need no recognition all I need my bread
Take that mula to the grave then I count it all again
Laying in bed
Looking so fresh
Get at me now
They don't want less
Take out the test
They don't want answers
They don't want smoke
They don't want cancer
Give it some time
Amazon prime
Come to yo house
Drink all yo wine
Cook it all up
We making pie
High as the feeling you feel when you die
Feeling so real that I could feel I could fly
Adrenaline killing them man I'm so live
Living yo life like the richest oh my
Anxiety coming you put it aside
All about money and power I lie
All about money and power I lie
All about money and power I lie
All about money and power I lie
Aint nobody show me none
Laid my path and watch them follow
Yes I know they owe me one
Played me like my life a lotto
Now they think its overdone
Pressure til my people free
Sacrificed like I'm the son
Run it like I'm DMC
Life just a interview, make you question your inner you
Working yo self to death cuz they told you thats what would center you
Corporate greed and you listen, more to see but you miss it
Look inside of yo soul and you might notice something missing
Tried to lighten the load but yo back feel like you greg jennings
The 9th inning and the pennant is dependent on yo vision
But you blinded by the prison of the system, you a victim, get you money go and spend it
If yo friends don't fit yo social class you might just get offended
Now you only flying first of class yo bank account suspended, all because you gotta an image
That you tryna keep unblemished, so you drop a couple followers to keep up your percentage
Now you tired cuz its endless, going back and forth you never fell in love with playing tennis
You distant from yo self, don't know whats real and whats a scrimmage
And you act like you an extrovert yet inside you so timid
But forget that go get yo bag and buy everything thats expensive
Life a game you play it til it die and then you done
Riding til the wheels fall off I feel like I'm the one
I don't need no recognition all I need my bread
Take that mula to the grave then I count it all again
Look at they chance
Tired of making demands
All we know get at that guap
We don't be making amends
Why you still pulling up pants
I'm saggin and counting them bands
All we know get at that guap
We don't be making amends
Jeriko - Count It All Again Lyrics
Jeriko - Count It All Again Lyrics
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Life a game you play it til it die and then you done
Riding til the wheels fall off I feel like I'm the one
I don't need no recognition all I need my bread
Take that mula to the grave then I count it all again
Life a game you play it til it die and then you done
Riding til the wheels fall off I feel like I'm the one
I don't need no recognition all I need my bread
Take that mula to the grave then I count it all again
Laying in bed
Looking so fresh
Get at me now
They don't want less
Take out the test
They don't want answers
They don't want smoke
They don't want cancer
Give it some time
Amazon prime
Come to yo house
Drink all yo wine
Cook it all up
We making pie
High as the feeling you feel when you die
Feeling so real that I could feel I could fly
Adrenaline killing them man I'm so live
Living yo life like the richest oh my
Anxiety coming you put it aside
All about money and power I lie
All about money and power I lie
All about money and power I lie
All about money and power I lie
Aint nobody show me none
Laid my path and watch them follow
Yes I know they owe me one
Played me like my life a lotto
Now they think its overdone
Pressure til my people free
Sacrificed like I'm the son
Run it like I'm DMC
Life just a interview, make you question your inner you
Working yo self to death cuz they told you thats what would center you
Corporate greed and you listen, more to see but you miss it
Look inside of yo soul and you might notice something missing
Tried to lighten the load but yo back feel like you greg jennings
The 9th inning and the pennant is dependent on yo vision
But you blinded by the prison of the system, you a victim, get you money go and spend it
If yo friends don't fit yo social class you might just get offended
Now you only flying first of class yo bank account suspended, all because you gotta an image
That you tryna keep unblemished, so you drop a couple followers to keep up your percentage
Now you tired cuz its endless, going back and forth you never fell in love with playing tennis
You distant from yo self, don't know whats real and whats a scrimmage
And you act like you an extrovert yet inside you so timid
But forget that go get yo bag and buy everything thats expensive
Life a game you play it til it die and then you done
Riding til the wheels fall off I feel like I'm the one
I don't need no recognition all I need my bread
Take that mula to the grave then I count it all again
Look at they chance
Tired of making demands
All we know get at that guap
We don't be making amends
Why you still pulling up pants
I'm saggin and counting them bands
All we know get at that guap
We don't be making amends
Riding til the wheels fall off I feel like I'm the one
I don't need no recognition all I need my bread
Take that mula to the grave then I count it all again
Life a game you play it til it die and then you done
Riding til the wheels fall off I feel like I'm the one
I don't need no recognition all I need my bread
Take that mula to the grave then I count it all again
Laying in bed
Looking so fresh
Get at me now
They don't want less
Take out the test
They don't want answers
They don't want smoke
They don't want cancer
Give it some time
Amazon prime
Come to yo house
Drink all yo wine
Cook it all up
We making pie
High as the feeling you feel when you die
Feeling so real that I could feel I could fly
Adrenaline killing them man I'm so live
Living yo life like the richest oh my
Anxiety coming you put it aside
All about money and power I lie
All about money and power I lie
All about money and power I lie
All about money and power I lie
Aint nobody show me none
Laid my path and watch them follow
Yes I know they owe me one
Played me like my life a lotto
Now they think its overdone
Pressure til my people free
Sacrificed like I'm the son
Run it like I'm DMC
Life just a interview, make you question your inner you
Working yo self to death cuz they told you thats what would center you
Corporate greed and you listen, more to see but you miss it
Look inside of yo soul and you might notice something missing
Tried to lighten the load but yo back feel like you greg jennings
The 9th inning and the pennant is dependent on yo vision
But you blinded by the prison of the system, you a victim, get you money go and spend it
If yo friends don't fit yo social class you might just get offended
Now you only flying first of class yo bank account suspended, all because you gotta an image
That you tryna keep unblemished, so you drop a couple followers to keep up your percentage
Now you tired cuz its endless, going back and forth you never fell in love with playing tennis
You distant from yo self, don't know whats real and whats a scrimmage
And you act like you an extrovert yet inside you so timid
But forget that go get yo bag and buy everything thats expensive
Life a game you play it til it die and then you done
Riding til the wheels fall off I feel like I'm the one
I don't need no recognition all I need my bread
Take that mula to the grave then I count it all again
Look at they chance
Tired of making demands
All we know get at that guap
We don't be making amends
Why you still pulling up pants
I'm saggin and counting them bands
All we know get at that guap
We don't be making amends
Writer: Justin Elliott
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid