Counting Franks.
Who are we? We're bums in heaven I should be in jail right now or dead!
Ha
Yeah
Speaking without words
I get worried
Worried about her
Where's she going?
Paranoid always stuck in paranoia
Tuned out the noise, never fuck with instigators
She think she Freud, lady luck she bring me paper
Counting Franks enjoy like Sinatra run the tables
Paranoid always stuck in paranoia
Tuned out the noise, never fuck with instigators
She think she Freud, lady luck she bring me paper
Counting Franks enjoy like Sinatra run the tables
Yeah
Really do this shit won't call it quits
Even when I'm in my head I keep on moving big
Only hanging with the bosses change your life up quick
I'm paranoid always gotta check my wrist
Yeah
Can't believe what's really going on
Life feel fake I'm praying that it ends can only last so long
What's going on?
Ask myself when I'm alone
Racing thoughts, can't get to em from this zone
Speaking without words
I get worried
Worried about her
Where's she going?
Paranoid always stuck in paranoia
Tuned out the noise, never fuck with instigators
She think she Freud, lady luck she bring me paper
Counting Franks enjoy like Sinatra run the tables
Paranoid always stuck in paranoia
Tuned out the noise, never fuck with instigators
She think she Freud, lady luck she bring me paper
Counting Franks enjoy like Sinatra run the tables
Speaking without words
I get worried
Worried about her
Where's she going?
Ha
Yeah
Speaking without words
I get worried
Worried about her
Where's she going?
Paranoid always stuck in paranoia
Tuned out the noise, never fuck with instigators
She think she Freud, lady luck she bring me paper
Counting Franks enjoy like Sinatra run the tables
Paranoid always stuck in paranoia
Tuned out the noise, never fuck with instigators
She think she Freud, lady luck she bring me paper
Counting Franks enjoy like Sinatra run the tables
Yeah
Really do this shit won't call it quits
Even when I'm in my head I keep on moving big
Only hanging with the bosses change your life up quick
I'm paranoid always gotta check my wrist
Yeah
Can't believe what's really going on
Life feel fake I'm praying that it ends can only last so long
What's going on?
Ask myself when I'm alone
Racing thoughts, can't get to em from this zone
Speaking without words
I get worried
Worried about her
Where's she going?
Paranoid always stuck in paranoia
Tuned out the noise, never fuck with instigators
She think she Freud, lady luck she bring me paper
Counting Franks enjoy like Sinatra run the tables
Paranoid always stuck in paranoia
Tuned out the noise, never fuck with instigators
She think she Freud, lady luck she bring me paper
Counting Franks enjoy like Sinatra run the tables
Speaking without words
I get worried
Worried about her
Where's she going?
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Writer(s): Saqib Imam
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