Lyrics:
hello to the villain
'cause in this day that we livin' in
The nice guys finish last i'm blowing up
Guess you could say I'm having a blast
"Sinatra shot
moon and his stars
Had a little baby girl called Lucy
The day she was born he was oh so happy
Life was perfect all in all
But that shouldn't hold for
arrangement creating an engagement
Tapping toe cocktail party
Frank Sinatra's already starting
Cat's singing to the moon
Rat's smoking, consuming booze
Now
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
it's crack, 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at
It's slow, lookin' for Rambo
The cop who got grazed back in the days
Chasin'
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
Crazy, down crazy
Money makes me crazy
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy as a fool
I call my, my chick, my chick into the room
Call my call my dogs,
Well, if I'm Frank Sinatra you're Audrey Hepburn
I like to sing and you like the movies
Life it's not a photograph, you gotta keep moving
Frames are
a drag-queen
Homie in the passenger laughing and he can't breath
She on my list, I'm a Cali mobster
Trya calm myself listening to Frank Sinatra
Afterwards grab
Cause she was trying to do right by her best friend who her hubby
So we sexed only once when I got off tour
Through the magnum in the trash and I left
And with the part of me that talks
I introduced myself as Frank
From New York, New York
She's so hot
She's so cool
I'm not
I'm just a fool in love
get wasted on drank
King Of The Hill like I'm Hank
Sleepin' the pilly a jank
Takin' a flight, Copacabana
Let's keep it Sinatra, my homies are frank
gonna happen-
Flashing by the countryside
It will
C'mon, man
Because life has some ideas about your intentions
Everybody merrily
Merrily
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
And with the part of me that talks
I introduced myself as Frank
From New York, New York
She's so hot
She's so cool
I'm not
I'm just a fool in love
a day of my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas,
Frank said he would stop by some day
But he never did
His wife sent a letter in the mail
Explaining he's deceased
Now crayons will never be the same
your presence
I'm hateful in every sentence
Life's what I've been sentenced
I'm tempted to fucking end this
But I'm fighting each day restless
And I'll
different views
Condescending my life to the common fool
Heavy shoulders be clouding my different views
Niggas claiming they real I’m the living proof
Niggas
And with the part of me that talks
I introduced myself as Frank
From New York, New York, New York
She's so hot
She's so cool
I'm not
I'm just a fool in
cheddar
That lil Joe a bold fella
I remember days I was stuck in the cold weather
Now I make it rain, you gonna need you an umbrella
I treat all my Ben
and Katanas, fresh batch of Berny-hana
I'm thinkin' in the sauna and playin' Frank Sinatra (yeah)
Before we sit down, you gon' have to make an offer (make
Round round round in circles
Every day of my life
Round round round in circles
Skeleton boogie at twilight
We're dancing round in circles
Every day
they would stay
They’d be side by side till her dying day
Anna Frank is gone
But her spirit lives on and on
She first wrote as a child, 13 to the day
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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