笨小笨Counted Out歌词由Zeddy The One演唱，出自专辑《Counted Out》，下面是《Counted Out》完整版歌词！
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I wanna tell it all
I could start from school
Or earlier
Looking up tryna be cool
Like the older boys
But I love kick ball
In my area
I stay pushing on walls
Like a hernia
You said you're making noise but I ain't heard of ya
These bars fresh of the grill when I'm serving ya
I do it with skill, still I get a thrill
When I step on the stage, still I get a chill
I got a dream of a mill
I ain't talking bout dinner
Flat on my face
Feel my pockets getting thinner
Think I need me a deal
Or should I do it on my own
Everybody copying
Competing with my clones
Take me for whats inside
Stop looking at my clothes
Judge you for the drip
Before they think about your pose
They don't care what you know
Its about what you show
While they're sitting there with nothing
They just flex and they gloat
I been doubted and counted out
100 times or round about
Listening to Jugga
Whilst I'm drifiting on this roundabout
Thinking bout the dark days
And somehow I made it out
Hella secrets I'm holding
They could never make it out
Couple deep ones I gotta take to the grave
But I gotta be real right now its kinda sad
But truss me I mean what I say
I really mean what I do
Prefer the action to speaking
Box you in your face if you're tweaking
That don't mean we're beefing
Its just the way I talk
She said I got an aura
Its just the way that I walk
Its the way I was taught
Now I'm the teacher
Used to be the quiet kid but now I'm the speaker
Now I'm the chatterbox
Prolly why I rap a lot
The life that you live ain't real, thats prolly why you cap a lot
In my polo g
No logo tee
Been brass thats why I'm taking what was owed to me
Bring the brothers together and call it Jodeci
To you he's anyone but truss me thats a bro to me
I been writing, I been rhyming, I been grinding tryna make it what its supposed to be
What they're bigging up is just another flow to me
Ain't a man you can forget, leave a stamp on your brain
Anytime you hear the voice ya gonna know its me
Been doubted and counted out
100 times or round about
Listening to Jugga
Whilst I'm drifiting on this roundabout
Thinking bout the dark days
Somehow I made it out
Hella secrets I'm holding
They could never make it out
Couple deep ones I gotta take to the grave
Gotta be real right now its kinda sad
But truss me I mean what I say
