Lyrics:
the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me
This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill
By the way, fuck your math
You ain't
your kiss
Why must your kiss torture me as long as this
I might be smiling by now
With some new tender friend
Smiling by now with my heart on the mend
brought his pal to sing along.
Now they're turning up old Frank Sinatra on the stereo.
Simple sweet guitar
Humbled by the bass
So when the beat kicks in
Everything falls into place
And it overpowers me
I can't help but dance
You
window
Before the music ends
With company by Dino and Sarge
I'd like to make one more charge at Vegas
You won't find me at that
Idiot wheel that spins,
that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga
Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya
I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?
are bad with me
I can always, I can always, you know like, depend on Lucille
Sort of hard to talk to you myself
I guess I'll let Lucille say a few
things are bad with me
I can always, I can always you, you know, like depend on Lucille
Sorta hard to talk to you myself
I guess, I'll let Lucille say
see'mon turn me up and
Talib Kweli in the house with
Guerrilla monsoon rap - all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"
ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat
Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan
Ain't a lot of "ifs" an "ands",
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
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
when
Things are bad with me. I can always, I can always,
You know like, depend on Lucille.
Sort of hard to talk to you myself. I guess I'll let
eyes and you could pretend you're me
A cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's
Frank Sinatra having dinner with the Genovese
This is the genesis
If I had a ladder I'd climb up to the sky
And take my paintbox with me to paint your face up high
In yellow green and orange, purple red and blue
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
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
Frank Sinatra, how I kick back
Nice and easy
Your bitch half as bad
And twice as easy
Shaking hands with billionaires
It was nice to meet me
I got
Sinatra IV, the album
September 28th
Bringing that boom bap back for the RattPack
album hit the shelf
Grandma's favorite, she could not understand
How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor
Had to explain
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
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