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it’s Ps before Bs
So give me some time
I’ll come back for you

My baby say she love me
I told her that I love her
She thought that I was lying
the love

and keep on tryin' for you
Like Frank Sinatra I'ma fly you to the moon
Take my hand and don't let go
I been broken way before so please don't break me more
I

to proceed
And now we stringing the lights up
Five hours later, we stringing the lights up
Listenin' to Bing Crosby by the fire
Frank Sinatra, Nat King

Anna Frank is gone
But her spirit lives on and on

You were the small sister that I never had
When I heard you had gone I felt so sad
They caged your

me Frank Sinatra
Did it my way I won't even bother
I want me some dollars, pop some collars
Started a label called Chola Changa
African print my

bullshit over
And over and over and when
I say that bullshit, what I’m saying is: we
Love Drake, Drake is great he’s a great
Artist but Frank Ocean is great

C.U.S.T.

Ugly Kid Joe

Menace to Sobriety

1995

I'm Frank Sinatra in a rock 'n roll band
I'm a hevayweight demon with a heavyweight plan
I'm Uncle Sam with a joint in my mouth
And my V8's

Verse 1:
In the circle of life, we dance and we sway,
Love and death intertwined, in our hearts they play,
Like Frank Sinatra sang, let's live 'til

know you can feel it (Feel it)
Everywhere
I got that heavenly stare It's heavenly here(Yeah)
New car living large I'm shedding a tear
I fell in love with

Shootouts

Nas

It Was Written

1996

check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it
(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)

to have you by my side
There's no need to tell how much I love you
I wake up everyday with a smile

Following the river and lake,
getting more and more

(BIGDMANDEM)
(He glitched the matrix, glitched the matrix)
(Oh my god, Scruff) (I love you Scruff)

I don't want friends anyways
It's alright when I

Yeah, fuck it
I do shit my way like I'm Frank Sinatra
They hatin', you made it, give thanks to the oppas
Y'all pocket watchin', we watch for the guala
I

the universe got my back then some
Frank Sinatra lifestyle is how I'm tryna stunt
I told y'all niggas
I'm a one of one
Reaching deep pockets inside my mind for

An urban version
Of a new Frank Sinatra
The show stopper
I'll give it to ya proper
Game over
It's the take over
One shot two shot
Pour a litle more
I wanna

betrayed by somebody you supposed to build with

So much pain, cold hearted, somehow I deal with it
I broke my back for people and they still switch
I

help
All now bro I still can't see you
I don't need your help
I don't need your Ps
And I defo don't want fake love too

And I defo don't want fake love

Do You (Really) Love Life? 

The unborn son

I am a fetus being created by Jesus
Fearfully and wonderfully made, Amazed at this Genius
My brain with

dancing with my gs
The ps
The green
I swear that's all you see
I'm never gonna trust a bitch like I've done all before
All the pain and misery that's

seem old fashioned to some of you, but I'd like to join in on this song. it's the kind of a sentimental song that you get at the end of a movie. it's

not matter if love is not Cheap
You don't want no fabrics
I leathered my seats
Yeah
We in the whip but I dunno where we going tho
I roll up my spliff

mayne 1804 gang L.O.B. gang
You know what I'm saying Big Texas Shit
Heyyyyyayyyayyyyyheyyyyy baby P.S. fuck haters

straight
frank sinatra do it my way
one day I’ma be self made n anything u want, u got it, i’ll pay
before u go and judge me
and assume my stereotype
can u

know what to do
But if you really love me then I guess I'll see it through
I'll play you Frank Sinatra while we flying to the moon
My parents tell me