Lyrics:
My Way
My Way
Trying see myself
On Broadway
On Broadway
Take it I'm the Man
Coming with a loud ass bang
Doing it My Way
My Way
Frank Sinatra Said My
with your hand out
Nothing, you gets nada
He say I never cared or gave a fuck about him
And then I ghost him, cause I love power
Yeah
But that's life
or re-enact Sinatra
For you to know that I'm being frank with you
Because I got what you need
Watch what you read cause them papers lie not what you need
See
sleep tonight
Cuz I had enough of lonely
promise imma be in love 'fore i'm 30
all that hiding in the house wasn't helping none
and you smiling like you
the block
Smokin' on heavyweight, bitch, and it don't stop
Don't quit, don't trip, I gotcha
Get a bar from the smooth Black Frank Sinatra
I sit back
come around here
There's no shitting where I live
My whole platoon reps one love daily
Mad like Stewy
Yelling f**k you, pay me
On the double
'cause 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
Dirt,
coast to coast
Now I'm flippin' hella Ps, remember flippin' Os
Now you can't get no zip
Pull my .40 off my hip
I'm gon' let my .40 rip
I got 40 in
eyes, long nights
Molly high, eyes wide
I see through the fake love
Y'all just want to live my life
Triple C's Givenchy slides
Ps and Ps in Prada bags
know ya
(until I know ya)
Yea huh
Let me hear the song that sync
I wonder what song she'll sing
Would it be your Frank Sinatra hit or maybe a tune by
the new Roc Frank Sinatra
(yeeaaahh) She love that Vegas life - Where we keep it to ourselves
Yeah, that's the life - Ace, King, Queen, 5 pick roll the dice
crash and fall and
I am four kinds of dope like I’m an Adderall
Smash it all, I am your destructor
I am Frank Sinatra; catch me at the Luxor
Rap Steven
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line
The weather's cool, the folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
PS I love you
Yesterday we had some rain
to the old
We live by the code
Do what you love in life
Unless it can get you runnin' from the po-po, woo!
Now that money ain't a thing like, woo!
the infrared
Chorus
The regulars are glued to their barstools
And Jose Sinatra, he's starting to drool
But his feet are getting mighty small, and I
of beat to make you bounce like rubber
That boy b frank yea he a bad motherfucker
Always talk cash cause I got it like that
Once you drop it to the floor
I was wondering if I could feature on it?"
Man, stop
I'mma be more popular than my star Frank Sinatra
Not like Logic he would call himself that up
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line
The weather's cool, the folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
PS I love you
Yesterday we had some rain
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line
The weather's cool, the folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
PS I love you
Yesterday we had some rain
As a kid
I was scared of all the monsters
Frank just like Sinatra
Tried to drink the pain away
To put the past behind ya
Now I'm living day to day
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
pons (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Ian underwood (keyboards, saxophone)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
Frank:
My name is nando,
I
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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