Текст песни Bands - Dutchboy

It go like
Count it up
Count it up

I've been making my rounds like a merry-go
You said I wouldn't make it, was a miracle
I ain't have no food up in my cupboard
Never was at home in time for supper
They was looking down on me now they looking up
I ain't ever free to speak my pockets cooking up
I'm bout to pop it like a soda they all shook'n up
Patience, I need patience
Know that you will be waiting
I hope that you can make up

Count it up