One two three four five six seven eight nine
Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time
Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,
I used to sleep hungry in a bed next to roaches
Or two. or maybe three?
Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy
Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three
If we thinking success is only measured by your money
Cause time is money
One two three, what could it be
Mama told me it'd be days like this
We once came from fields of cotton to roses
I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
One two three everybody wana be
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
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