Lyrics of Count the days

Here's a church, here's a steeple
Here's a muthafucka that i gotta blow away
Here's my chance to cure the ills of the people
But not until i make this muthafucka pay
And oh, baby, i count the days

Yeah, yes, i count the days
Here's the interview, here's the time
If i keep your secrets, will you keep mine?
If we hurry, we can catch the train
If it was left up to you, i would die in pain
(that's why)
I count the days

Oh, yeah
Whoa, i'm counting
(oh)
Hear me
(hear me)
(days, days)
Days, counting the days

Great day in the morning
My choir sing a pretty song
Every day i'm with your ass is another day wasted
I swear is a day to long

Counting
Like frankie beverly without maze
I'm counting
Muthafucka, i count the days

Can i count on?
(hey)
Count on
(counting)
Count on
(hey, yeah)
I count the days
(days)

Count the days, count the days
Count the days, count the days