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You've got me singing these songs
Frank Sinatra all day long
Walking on sidewalks at noon
Singing those tunes
I think they wrote them for you
Walking

Just One Day

Anything Box

Peace

1990

."
Just one day in the life of a fool
Just one day in the life of a fool...
The afternoon will pass my by
As I reach the wall,
That stretches out across

back

Back when Frank Sinatra had skin
I could breath in the winter 
Me and Susie in our little house
Built a life for ourselves 
And now it's come

not sons of God, could these niggas be bastards?
Pimps and actors? Singing to the glory of our empty pockets?
Fake ass Frank Sinatras? Always getting

Uh
Cam
I'm more Frank Sinatra
Beat it, Kaytranada
I won't even mess with these boys
Don't play Bambaataa
I'm more Jimmy Dean
Silver screen, unreal

Tiger Style

Mad Child

Lawn Mower Man

a young Frank Sinatra
All my rhymes are catchy
Ten-thousand percent bearbrick speaking arabic
Cold as fuck, sitting high up, I'm on a chair-lift
Flip

drama interject, where you might get hit by a pro who in the jects
Who sleeping on the floor cause the living so raw where bullets do the George Jeff

We don't talk about claims rates, no, no, no!
We don't talk about claims rates…
Listen
I was in court one day
(He was in court one day)
It was

of the
name of "the honey'
appeared to such me
Then, my life is very happy
It says good-bye in those days,
and begins to make the form
of love love love!!
I

Beat Up

Lil Rob, Bandit, Proper Dos, True Breed, Low Profile Gangsters

Low Profile Gangsters: Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

never thought could exist
Low Pro on my chest, Frank V on my wrist
Where you're at I've been, where I'm at you'll never be
There's other rappers in this

Beat Up

Low Profile Gangsters

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

never thought could exist
Low Pro on my chest, Frank V on my wrist
Where you're at I've been, where I'm at you'll never be
There's other rappers in this

had become the victim
Thought he had a smooth nigga caught but a smooth nigga licked him

Yo Jose Luis gotcha golden guns Frank Sinatra
Amigo sancha all

Sneakers and jeans 
Love machine 
Got me crazy like i've never been 
Gotta have you by any means 
And in between 
Let me embrace you on my mind 
You

as ordinary 
I'm not living off the land, but I'll take all I can carry
You're my home

We play Frank Sinatra as we talk about our days
We prep the kitchen

or so I brought him home we
sat on my couch listened to Nina Simone we
sipped on some water
danced to Frank Sinatra
I listened as he told me all about his

Orange juice is good with breakfast and vodka
And every sad song by Frank Sinatra
An hour went by, then went by again
As me, not us finally sunk in

Then

with the day,
Wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? do you? believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life

broke my whole life and no I don't miss it
Last seven years of my life was in a lab
Working every day, giving it everything I had
Now that a brother is

not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life
Like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck
 
I'm not gonna bail
Writing on the ceiling

Yeah

Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made

that buttered lobster 
Took her to the casa 
Every time I make her moan 
She sing like Frank Sinatra 
Oh she likes expensive pasta
So she had to get it

of my worst days, I am something to fear at the very least
Even though I've sinned in the worst ways
My slate's been made clean and my death is depleted

I don’t care what you say
Frank Sinatra
Imma do it my way
 
(and)
No one gon believe in you
Till' you make it there
(why)
Cause when you stuck

Game Got Switched

Ludacris

Back for the First Time

2000

or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get choked
If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke
Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope