Lyrics:
collection call my phone, never ask me "who's this"
Sidewalk with my headphones on, life is in the music
I always keep an attitude, like I'm Frank Lucas
Frank
a smile on my face
And a hand in the air like JFK
That Coltrane, that Charlie Parker, that Charles Mingus
That Frank Sinatra
Talking all that jazz
Talking
and purple haunt me
Heaven
Heaven is far away
Angels no longer play
I need to take this fear and force it down
And just pretend that you are not
I could never forget
Ugh, king of the mileage bruh I'm a monster
Rap phenomenal, flew to the moon like Frank Sinatra
This that ride for the ones who
pons (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Ian underwood (keyboards, saxophone)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
Frank:
My name is nando,
I'm
Get this bread and do the money spread
Like it's mayonnaise
I know a few stand up guys
Get your man laid
That's the mantra
Like a black Frank Sinatra
tall that's my stature Green pastures
Nature boy like Ric Flair but no I'm not an actor (Woo)
Frank Sinatra
Fly me to the moon I'm in that cockpit I'm
brought his pal to sing along.
Now they're turning up old Frank Sinatra on the stereo.
All money in and no money out
This time they can’t count us out
No taking breaks im tryna break the bank
After Frank’s I’m just being frank
From
I'm the reason you got
Head on the highway
Frank Sinatra my Gs it's true, did it my way
Only dude I asked to get on this
Song and the nigga ain't do it
(Bigga)
Nigga, how you figure (how you figure)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)
The number one question is
(Bigga)
Nigga, how you figure (how you figure)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)
The number one question is
Frank Sinatra with that Frank Ocean
This is like Beethoven meets Zaytoven
From Castalia, to Byhalia, to Australia
We gon' pave the way for failures
Mane
and they all hate
Frank Sinatra on this shit I did it my way
the weed for ya in my backpack
Imma be Frank Sinatra with ya like the Rat Pack
Ay man
The universe is runnin' away
I heard it on the news just the other day
There's this new stuff called dark energy
We can't measure and we can't see
green!
Sinatra I got ya, Tosh the rasta
Come at ya like Frank Zappa the monster, said
This is me, what you see is what you get
This is the rookie giving
I pray to the saints and all the martyrs
For the secret life of Frank Sinatra
But none of these things have come to pass
In America the law is
with big fat tiddies
All night long she was actin' shitty
So I macked on baby like I was Frank Nitti
There's another girl, her name is Rose
I use
following
Haters secretly my biggest fans but when they see me no acknowledgment
Success the best revenge like Sinatra said
Frank Sinatra
When you got this
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
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
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
so fine with big fat tiddies
All night long she was actin' shitty
So i macked on baby like I was Frank Nitti
There's another girl, her name is Rose
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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