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Count The Stars Pick Yourself Up

help, you've got to pick yourself up, and I promise, I will stay, you've got to pick yourself up and I know that everyday you wake up feeling less than

Jerusalem Abusin' 'em, rockin' his jewels like we usin' 'em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older God, build with the Son an' the Star All these MCs start

started with hanging posters on my bedroom walls to battle rapping for status up in the school halls just call me double sushi thought I was too raw and

Baby Please don't cry, wipe the guilt out from your eyes, Pick yourself up off the bed, there's no one innocent here, Bottles glisten'n and they shine, Like the stars

I just can't rely on all these twisted signs Too many bright lights turn you blind The history of the blues Seems to swim in your eyes Pick yourself up

rental Lebaron Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up I'm in the Trump International, thirty floors up

rental Lebaron Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up I'm in the Trump International, thirty floors up

can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey Kim what up) Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up

Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star [Chorus] All these MC's start