Counting

Lyrics

[Intro] (Jammy on the beat, boy) [Chorus] First be the worst Second be the best Third be the one taking' all the medicine When I think about you, I feel dead When I'm here without you, I get upset First be the worst Second be the best Third be the one stealin' all the Percocets When I think about you, I feel dead My past looms, hasn't caught up to me yet [Verse 1] Love hasn't hurt me yet But your love finna hurt mе, bet Late night, hit my phone, ring ring Pulling up, with somе Gucci bling, bling Freestyling, on the highway In the back, Roddy with some fast driving Lotta racks, OG, I got cash flying In my mind a world you and me flying To the highest Be honest, girl, I don't wanna catch you lying You and me, girl, we could go flying Just tell me what I need to know [Chorus] First be the worst Second be the best Third be the one taking' all the medicine When I think about you, I feel dead When I'm here without you, I get upset First is the worst Second be the best Third be the one stealin' all the Percocets When I think about you, I feel dead My past looms, hasn't caught up to me yet [Verse 2] Counting all my problems But I really don't know how to solve 'em I know in the end, gonna pay for all of them Let's be for real Don't wanna feel like I'm lonely here I'm only here To make you feel so real Last time, I thought I was crazy I told him, "Life's doing good, being lazy" Counting all my problems Don't really know how to solve them [Chorus] First be the worst Second be the best Third be the one taking' all the medicine When I'm here without you, I feel dead When I'm think about you, I get upset First be the worst Second be the best Third be the one stealin' all the Percocets When I think about you, I feel dead My past looms, hasn't caught up to me yet [Outro] My past looms, hasn't caught up to me yet