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around
It's over now

I'll put a Frank Sinatra album on
And cry my blues away
It's over now
It's over now
Shades of blue and purple haunt me
for 8 weeks in 1948
-competing versions charted by Frank Sinatra (#7), Sara Vaughn (#8), and
-Dick Haymes (#11).
-Words and Music by Eden Ahbez


There
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
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
Learnin' the Blues
-Artist: Frank Sinatra from "The Capitol Years": Capitol CDP-7 94317 2
-peak Billboard position number one for 2 weeks in 1955
rise in the east to
Frank Sinatra which her parents put on repeat, on repeat
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
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
so-long, you're not that far gone. 
Don't spend today away, 'cause today will soon be 

Gone, like yesterday is gone 
Like history is gone
Just try
The Syndicate of Sound is playing
At the Free Frank Frenzy
Me and Mitchell
Drinking ourselves into gin oblivion
Hold onto this, hold onto that
name from Brown to Jones,
And mine from Brown to blue.

I couldn't keep my tears from falling,
On the courtroom floor,
By law, they took away my rights,
went to a crossing, not very far from there
And there they did the same 
For the agent on his knees delivered up the keys
To the outlaws, Frank an'
a shadow, in the shadow
Like Carlo Gambino, over the shoulder of Frank Sinatra
All the mobsters in the shadows, getting money
Nah, we ain't braggin'
We
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Jim pons (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Ian
or they'll think you've gone insane
And it won't be long before the men in white coats come
To take you far away

We had a comrade, a brave comrade
He
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
book by its cover 
But I can spot a bitch a mile away
Pardon me brotha
Chorus
O its on, get at me, bitch I won't slap the shit outcha 
Whacho want,
Yea we're far from being free
We're far from free

Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be
Yea we're far from being free
We're far from free

Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be
We're far from free

Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be deceased
Niggas saying I'm underrated
sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian
Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed
Reprimanded by someone who's snorting cocaine
Frank Hampton
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
as you read
Quit the new beau and my crush hates me now
I'm fifty states away so ask me about your day
If you listen to the album I sent you
You
critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

My God, amazing how we got this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
Who's driving
critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

My God, amazing how we got this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
Who's driving