Lyrics:
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
with
Frank Sinatra's big band by my side
It's an unavoidable cliche
I wish it didn't have to be that way
Because I love you is what I'm trying to say
But
discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide
Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny
Little girls too,
Sinatra Wooo. VERSE 2 These rappers feel embarrassed.Your style us very dated and you album Really avg. Your guru she hypnotized repeating my lyrics like
the metro, now that shit is retro
Like the Infrareds on my feet, baby, let's go
Sinatra what they know me by, Logic what they call me
Gotta catch a flight
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
Yeah
So I guess this is what it is, huh?
Think it's obvious
We ain't never gonna see eye to eye
But it's funny
As much as I hate you
I need you
or floatin' in the fuckin' sky
All black is my attire, lookin' like a umpire
Toss you in the trash like a bullshit album flop
Yeah yeah ye-yeah ye-yeah, yeah
taken care of
Do you think that Led Zeppelin
And Frank Sinatra would go together?
Edit, no combinations of music
You're about to play a soul, 45 rpm
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
Yo this that Disco Frank Sinatra, I been sipping on Madonna
I could get it how I wanna if I wanna I don’t wanna
Facebook scrolling through some
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
know how you do
Please make yo killin's clean
Slugs up in between
They eyes, like True Lies
Kill 'em and flee the scene
Just bring back the coke
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
the fiends
(Gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Rollie cost
Guzzled his drink, and staggered off
He's
thinker believer in karma
Cosmic order like dharma
On my journey eye’m seeking Nirvana
Smoking that Ganja
Fly to the moon like Frank Sinatra
She yelling
addict he's an addict alarm clock pop he back at it
Barely got any sleep, but, he gotta eat
Cause ain't shit cheap and his soul is torned out of feet
He
a smile
Watchin' me prosper
Attackin' with the raps and then conquer
The junior Frank Sinatra
Rapping out the Opera
You should spectate in the booth
With
to me
Bublé and Sinatra
Paired with home alone
Kevin laid traps
And old Frank set the tone
200 views
But it still feels like magic to me
Oh can we go back
feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk
Dirt,
back the coke or the cream
Or else, yo life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank
Them cats we fuckin wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank
Let's get this
listened to D2
Could you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Y'all done
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
or a Zig-Zag
Eyes red like a broad on a rag
My pants sag down past my waistline with the vive
When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine
Funkin'
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