Lyrics:
was stil the best
They fell asleep in the sand underneath the Florida moon in June.
Lola counted rainbows, Frankie counted sheep
Til they almost got
Frankie Jean
And it do you good to sit and listen at him sometimes
When he's coming down that plank road, almost making his feet talk
Man, that's
This one's for Julie, who we love
I love her almost as I do Alma
But we don't do Alma no more
It's called â??England's Glory'. if you want to sing
I had a neice named Frankie
I have a son named Max
And second son we called Alexander the Great
My mom is gone and my dad's almost 100
This last
almost like a food truck and
All we got's this box
A little healthy competition's just
Fine with me those are fresh organic lemons
Where'd they get that
the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were really at
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost got hit the roof
He went out
almost hit the roof
He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof
The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out
"It's been a long time since I hosted a dinner
I looked long and hard at Frankie and asked
"What time is it again?"
"Almost 3 AM" the doctor replied
snap-back
Hurling himself and cars, and flirting with blond Cadillacs
All was great, all was great, Frankie had the blues in fact
Bunch of pale hipster
True and steady like the sunrise
Before you've even waken up
Got your coffee in your favorite cup
Now you stumble out the bedroom
Frankie's waiting
fucked Vivica
Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream of being
by me, one more time again
And explain it nice and slow for your dim witted friend
Frankie said relax. But I just couldn't do it
I stabbed them in
wit the Frankie B Jeans
Thong hangin' out, butterfly belly ring
Butter leather boots with the tassles that's mean (oh)
Got up on that ass when she
Pretty thang on me
Tomagachi on my wrist
Pretty crazy
That i could make some shit like this
Couldnt do this shit with out frankie i promise
really hungry nigga, nigga that's what that trap will do
Little bro just asked me, can he buy my scale
I almost slapped him little nigga, you sound dumb
wrist
Manifest the future like I'm really physic
YeH I fought them battles ain't need no sidekick
My son almost 5 like where the time went
Gold gon turn
Mary's Tears cover the ground
Lining every street in town
Mary's Tears
At seventeen, she settled down
It seemed she'd never leave this town
Frankie said
It all started with an NF show, I was almost at an all time low
Standing in a florida georgia line, a day to remember prolly hear the earth kry
Oh my
the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream of being Unsigned Hype
'til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall
better
To all of you that held me down just know I won't forget ya
Was feeling tired I won't deny I almost kinda quit this
Struggling to feel inspired in
stanzas
Jesse’s the heart, papa’ s the brain , frankie’s the lung
This is the part where you be sayin I am among
One of the hardest and most difficult
At daydream junior highschool we used to harmonise
Me and Frankie and Jimmy and some Italian guy
We were singing oldies but they were newies then
Rose petals on your
Motherfucken Bracelet
All the texts I get now are shaded
Pull up in a car now I'm outside
Frankie bled through his nose yeah
then drink bacardi freak somebody
then leave the party to the after party yo(what we gonna do) X2
Lookin at the shorty wit the Frankie B. jeans
thong
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