Counting On You

I got my paper right
She got me out of sight
But it's a better life (It's a better life babe)
We haven't spoke for days
Guess it's better that way (I suppose)
To hold my energy (Uh-uh-uh, yeah)
She blowing up my phone
Keep asking when I'm home
Girl, what's the deal? I'm grown (Grown man bruv)
I need to get this bread (This paper)
Can't lay around in bed
She cut me off and said

Don't be so rude
I'm wishing on you
I'm waiting for you
Don't act a fool
I'm wishing on you
I'm counting on you

Say what you want girl, I don't even mind
I'm alright, yeah

I got you laying with me
It seems to be just fine
But when you ask me all these questions girl, I ain't got timе like
Girl, look, you know I'm making these movеs
Probably couldn't even walk in these same shoes
Heard you got a new man and there's no doubt
Until I see you next week at my show now

But it's sold out
I been waiting for a time, I could call now
Didn't think that I would but I misunderstood
Now it's all out
Now it's all out
Fuck

Don't be so rude
I'm wishing on you
I'm waiting for you
Don't act a fool
I'm wishing on you
I'm counting on you

Don't be so rude
I'm wishing on you
I'm waiting for you
Don't act a fool
I'm wishing on you
I'm counting on you

Don't be so rude
I'm wishing on you
I'm waiting for you
Don't act a fool
I'm wishing on you
I'm counting on you

Don't be so rude
I'm wishing on you
I'm waiting for you
Don't act a fool
I'm wishing on you
I'm counting on you



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Writer(s): Femi Tahiru
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