Lyrics:
at the
Back of your record collection amongst the
Old Frank Sinatra albums to be brought out
And split up when you get divorced
Any complaints about
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
Get a bar from the smooth Black Frank Sinatra
I sit back and watch ya hit the weed one time
Now you on the dance floor doin' the cha-cha
I got
brought his pal to sing along.
Now they're turning up old Frank Sinatra on the stereo.
in a day (Work)
Quarter platinum plaques in the hallway (Money)
Not Frank Sinatra but I did it my way (Mine)
Cut the top off the coupe, that's
Frank Sinatra miscellaneous
I Wish I Didn't Love You So
I wish I didn't love you so
My love for you should have faded long ago
I wish I didn't need
Yellow Lambo in the driveway
A buck thirty-five, I'm on the highway
Frank Sinatra on my Sonos
Loud as fuck, I did it my way
A million sold before
a name
So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack
For the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra
I ain't a actor so it's all facts,
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
I'm askin
No hands windmill
Then freeze like wind chill
Dark Sinatra Uber to the Opera
Salt and peppered the beard I desire
A chick by my side
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
Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Sick shit, blrrrp
Dedicated
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
Superior is an option and my synopsis
Is that I'm Frank Sinatra
On the roster, top running
Running races with my own shadow
Look in the mirror then I start
Holiday, Antonio Carlos Jobim
Frank Sinatra and Diana Krall
(8) Serge Kousevit'sky:
Russian-born conductor
Composer and double bassist
Known for his long
natural vibe
Some kind of laid back feeling
Oh, just let it ride
And when Frank Sinatra sings
It's too much to take
So I sing the standard shit
It
all the way around the fuckin' world
Black Frank Sinatra on yo' ass,
Q.B. Braveheart nigga...
[Verse 1]
Was classified as the bastard
with
Frank Sinatra's big band by my side
It's an unavoidable cliche
I wish it didn't have to be that way
Because I love you is what I'm trying to say
But
My way, my own
My way, my own
My way, my own
My way, my own
Frank Sinatra, my path
Started back in that class
Stretched steel in my hands
Pluck
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,
some poppy, went and dunked it in the Pyrex
Mischievous thoughts 'fore seein' the sauce
Told Montana in the G, chicky poo in the Porsche
The Frank
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
Take my advice
It doesn't get easier watching the golden orbs floating out of the bars
And into space there's Frank Sinatra on the Juke box
Pause
Sinatra and stand for president
Painting by numbers is easy to do
Painting by numbers I want to paint you
If I had a ladder I'd climb up to the sky
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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