Lyrics:
news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
Speaking out
acceptance of how life
Had turned out he was a mentor at AA and NA
And I would go with him to meetings
GQ: When did you start recording?
Frank Ocean: I booked
Repping Cosa Nostra
In front of the judge you turn Sinatra
(Frank Sinatra)
Repping Cosa Nostra
How you turn Frank Sinatra
(Sinatra)
Repping Cosa
I just sold out the Garden
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then
Baby momma wanna suck the Don off at the concert
And they gets no pay like Frank Sinatra, bitch
I do this shit my way
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch
Do
Joey Diaz unashamed
Live my life until my story hit that glory come acclaimed
Frank Sinatra answer every single call to action aye
That’s life
you, look at that Maryland accent coming out
I don't know why, every time I get on the mic that Maryland accent
Go ahead cuh, job like all day boy, you
. . .
Bozzio: . . . big titty chic that you just had out here with the camera, I mean, you know . . .
Frank: Listen carefully to me, oh, Devil . .
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
Frank Sinatra, how I kick back
Nice and easy
Your bitch half as bad
And twice as easy
Shaking hands with billionaires
It was nice to meet me
I got
Product of a cold place
Will a reaper get my soul straight
I done seen niggas dead when they don't blink
What's gonna happen? You don't answer when
sold out the garden
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you
your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick
feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk
Dirt,
You act out of order, you ain't even ranked
Unreliable, you can't call the bank
Let's be frank, and I don't mean Sinatra
Crown on my head like my name
you're gonna be)
Fell asleep I had a kick-ass dream
Me, Frank Sinatra, James Dean
Sammy Davis at the bar drinking Moonshine
Nice women, white wine,
gone straight to Hell since Sinatra played Juarez
You could get a cheap divorce, get your Pontiac tuck and rolled
You could take your dolly to the dog
sock is singing at my funeral
I'm gonna pop out of the coffin and go
"Hey! What the Hell is this about? Sammy Davis Jr. gets Frank Sinatra
And I get
Package landed Wednesday, tryna get it off by Saturday
Even better by Friday, Frank Sinatra this my way
We do 'em like the Mob, clip 'em backin' out his
But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk
lanes
Top down screaming out money ain't a thang
Middle finger in the air when I'm switching lanes
It's my life Imma live it my way
Frank Sinatra do it my
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
All I see is commas
And all I see is franks
If you ain’t about no dollas
Get the fuck up out my face
All I see is commas
And all I see is franks
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