four (prod. corysk)

I'm countin' on you
Don't let me down, don't let me down
I'm countin' on you
Don't let me down, don't let me down
This is what I love, so I do this shit with passion
Highlights, runways, lights flashin'
Where I'm from they go dumb, guns blastin'
So much shit I had to overcome, no cappin'
Sometimes I get up in my thoughts, I be faded
Like I don't even know how I made it
And all the people wanna stop me baited
'Cause you can't stop nun' that God created
On a mission, focused, get the bag
Can't let dumb shit get me out of line
Most the reasons why these niggas mad
Is that they see Tjay gettin' dollar signs
Fuck it though, I'm still gon' run it up
Haters, your concern is not a must
Stay a hundred-grand, straight official
Treat these days like you're soon out of time
I'm countin' on you
Don't let me down, don't let me down
I'm countin' on you
Don't let me down, don't let me down
Down on my last who else am I supposed to call on?
When they all changin' colors, falling leaves like autumn
But when I'm down and out and mouthed about you stay the same
And when I'm not around and can't be found, do feelings fade?
I don't count favors or numbers
No, that's not some shit I would do
No "I owe you's, " trust me I'll tell you the truth
And listen to your point of view
No payback, no petty shit, pull you out of your deficit
Got your back like the covenant, blessings are flooding it
This for you, mom and bruddanem
We was lost, but thank God we found love again
I'm countin' on you
Don't let me down, don't let me down
I'm countin' on you
Don't let me down, don't let me down, no
Don't let me down, don't let me down
Don't let me down, don't let me down, no

Lil Tjay - Countin' On You (prod. corysk)

Pull up my car and go skrrt
Flex on that bitch then I swerve
Flex on that bitch till it hurt
Flex on that bitch till it hurt
Yeah, I think I'm more down to earth
I just might stop with the bars
I did them Xannies on Earth
I woke up right there on Mars
Pull up my car and go skrrt
Flex on that bitch then I swerve
Flex on that bitch till it hurt
Flex on that bitch till it hurt
Yeah, I think I'm more down to earth
I just might stop with the bars
I did them Xannies on Earth
I woke up right there on Mars

lil uzi vert - mars *remastered* (prod. corysk)

Hands up, hands up Yeah, hands up, but you're all in Third eye, got it open Hands up, hands up Hands up if you want, man Yeah, bitch, big glass Hands down, she the coldest That wrist ain't your glowin' Guess you could say, guess you could say Everything been golden Black holes like goldie Like she Angelina Jolie And that case come join me Lean cups out of the couch, I'm rollin' Elevated up, we're just goin' down Come in from my eyes, and I'm out of town Baby, you're not gonna like this Fuck, no, hell no, I cannot write this Hell no, I did not write this Damn trap move like it's lightning Two middles and model Red lean in a pretty little bottle She gonna give me that kitty tomorrow Yeah, hands up, but you're all in Third eye, got it open Hands up, hands up Hands up if you want, man Yeah, bitch, big glass Hands down, she the coldest That wrist ain't your glowin' Guess you could say, guess you could say Everything been golden Black holes like goldie Like she Angelina Jolie And that case come join me Lean cups out of the couch, I'm rollin' Elevated up, we're just goin' down

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