Count

I don't know a lot
But what I do know
Has to count for something
Has to count for something

I forgot a lot
But what I remember counts for something
Has to count for something

You see I'm countin' on it
Like one and two and three and so on
Searching for something very deep the key to bring it all home
A young LaBeouf the way these zeros got me diggin'
But I know the hole is more destined then lucky so fuck it move the first stone
And the grind looks good on him
A dab of dapper dash of sass
A little hood on him
Can't trash my past look through the glass
You'd see some good fortune
Don't need that ass I got a lass and if you asked she would say he got some wood on him
Woah this liquor's got me hypebeast I'm
Feeling supreme
It's a conference of type-beats I'm
Fleeing the scene
My conscience and a dimepiece whose aura is just obscene
Mind is dirty I'ma spray her down call me
Mr. Clean
The hard work looks good young Don Cheadle dung beetle
The worlds a mess we got a donald cheatin' dumb people
But lead with love give what you can there may not come a sequel
Just remember good feels best when it's a little evil though

I don't know a lot
But what I do know
Has to count for something
Has to count for something

I forgot a lot
But what I remember counts for something
Has to count for something

The space between my ears
Is full of fucked up fears
And a lotta goofy shit
Make your grandma lose her shit
I'm not manmade
I'm no prefab
I'm a trickster with a vocab
Lexicon man
I pull up then I'm gone man

He isn't me
It's as simple as can be
Can be
I said
He isn't me
It's as simple as can be

I don't know a lot
But what I do know
Has to count for something
Has to count for something

I forgot a lot
But what I remember counts for something
Has to count for something

I don't know a lot
But what I do know
Has to count for something
Has to count for something

I forgot a lot
But what I remember counts for something
Has to count for something