Letras:
High School Musical Counting On You

BRAINIACS: On the job that you were born to do? JOCKS/BRAINIACS: Don't let us down. You gotta come through cause we're counting on, counting on, counting on you

BRAINIACS: On the job that you were born to do? JOCKS/BRAINIACS: Don't let us down. You gotta come through cause we're counting on, counting on, counting on you

an interesting predicament I admit But you can count on me cause I'm refusing to give in Cause I'm a give you music cause we need it to exist Bitch So

finds you well And I hope that you're doin fuckin swell I hope that you're back up if you've ever been down And i hope you got the fuck out of our hometown

to shine To bring you music one more time So come on, come on, come on (Come on, come on, come on) Come on, come on, come on [East High Cheerleaders]

yes Today a new day, a fresh start, if you didn't make mistakes you wouldnt get far Life get hard, so we get high, you aint shit till you try [Mac Miller

Old school, new school, invest like the Jews do Your broke ass, no class, broadcast on YouTube Fake boobs, handjobs, state troops to damn slobs Hate you

blazers, vettes Five 60 benzos with ferrari kits They love fine ass bitches, rolex watch Top let down on the coke white drop I love my high schools cuties Muscle bound booties Pools a hoes so you

To bring you music one more time So come on, come on, come on (Come on, come on, come on) Come on, come on, come on W I L D, Wildcats, you know we