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That’s a pity
Fool I’m floofy
On the A team
But got road rage like goofy
And a mane like a lion
Life didn’t go so great For the tiger king
So I’m not
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
Hey, grandma
Yeah, I'm still out makin' my Uber runs
I'll be home soon
I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile
Okay, okay, love you
though this ain't an award show, ain't no seat fillers for the fill up my spot
I'm playing, but just know that I'm still deeply, if not even more in love
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
dat
Blow that back out, never back down
From shit I know can't touch me
Dawg - why your hoe so touchy
Money only thing I got my eyes on
On the road
soul stronger than a cat's life,
And more lady's give me lessons I can see thru there rat eyes, no mice in my pack,
Still feel like sinatra with a sack
You know, I might feel something for you, yeah
A little something
I feel like Malcolm in the Middle
But to be quite frank you're gorgeous
She love
D-MAJOR BABY
Nowhere to go, I've been down this road for too long
(I've been down this road too long, I've been down this road too long,)
With my
just copy from the copy of a copy
Rocky con los guantes, Michael Jackson con los pies
Frank Sinatra con el micro, Federer con el revés
I can rap it in
for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn't
Girl you know we belong together
I don't have no time for you
To be playing with my heart like this
You'll be mine forever baby
You just wait
to come by
Girl, why we not combined
Why you tryna waste my time
I love you, but never mind
Cut you off, like circumcise
Said you was a ride or die
So that
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
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
she got style she got drip wearing Michael kors
Told her I'm from Philly all my homies we blasting Kur
Told her I was late for my class I had it at four
dance, on the fence, temptations
Road's longer when you do things that the others can't
Look in my eyes, I risked everything for this
Say you rooting for
important
Listen baby, would I lie to you
Just to run my fingers through your pukes?
Don't talk to me that way!
I am not a groupie!
I never said that...
I
on Friday, hit it my way
Like Frank Sinatra, lite up at the opera
When the cops come show the prescription from the docta
I puff cause I got ta'
This stuff
And we pretend like we're immortal
We're so comforted in our accomplishments
Look at our decadence.
Gone,like Frank Sinatra,like Elvis and his mom
Girl you know we belong together
I don't have no time for you
To be playing with my heart like this
You'll be mine forever baby
You just wait
the devils crown for the chicken
We more than corner servers, using drum sticks for sticking
Dan Marino how I hand the C-Notes to my clan of people
Plan is
You promised your body but I'm away so much
I stay more celibate than in a monastery
I'm not cut out for life on the road
'Cause I didn't know I
and I'm bumpin' that "My Way"
By Sinatra, so high, so high, oh my, God damn
Now I'm a grown man, oh man
With the fuckin' habits of a the plan
I know,
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra Orchestra")
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