Lyrics:
road to all my friends
cnd I won't ask again
Hey father, son and holy ghost
Where is Frank Sinatra when we need him most
Forever haunting a casino
we're all battle raps and ganja
I say in your bad dreams we're monsters
Ratpackin' stages like Frank Sinatra
Cause this here's alarm clock music
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
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
old Frank Sinatra (New York...)
Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
Check the blast from Genevo, you can get slapped silly
Okay... my sound drenches, each
I'm livin' 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
(Every single day that I wake up)
(I can't tell you how lucky I feel)
(That I get to continue the legacy of my idols)
(Frank Sinatra, Elvis
crash and fall and
I am four kinds of dope like I’m an Adderall
Smash it all, I am your destructor
I am Frank Sinatra; catch me at the Luxor
Rap Steven
a lot-ta
I'll outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster talk
Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York)
Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
Check the blast
to fight like I been a boxer
I left my keys in the car and for a minute I quit being god
I'm Frank Sinatra sitting inside Synagogue with Siddartha
George
and papayas
Shrimp and hot sauce throw it in some pasta
Iced tea infused with Ganja
We all got moves like Frank Sinatra
Oo we just flew into La La LAND
La
Service in Brooklyn (what?)
It's the city that come with the lights
I'm with the drillers that come with the night
They ain't do four years in college,
but I'm a make it work
Ugh
Stay smooth like Frank Sinatra my styles hands on
I'm like a doctor Be one with your universe
Till you feel it deep in your
Christmas night
With all the family
The background played Frank Sinatra
A few weeks later you were gone
I hope that maybe somewhere
You're in another form
mates
Remember when I was holding racks on MySpace
Frank Sinatra did it my way
Back in my day
It was still Instant Grams
110 on the high way
We play for
of lag, but Ima make it work
Ugh
Stay smooth like Frank Sinatra my styles hands on I’m like a doctor Be one with your universe
Till you feel it deep in your
the candles and replaced
Frank Sinatra with Phil Spector's Christmas record
Our grandparents filed in all plaid and
Checkered with their arms filled with gifts
His bite less than his bark
Yo he thought he had a name
Ti niggas tested his heart
Lossed stripes in the street
At nights and sleep at the same time
I
ate o' Jesse's bread
But he laid Jesse James in his grave
It was with his brother Frank that he robbed the Gallatin Bank
An' carried the money
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'm
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
went out that night
To a club downtown
That was very high class
And had boomin' sounds
We went in
And we were dressed to impress
Fly women
went out that night
To a club downtown
That was very high class
And had boomin' sounds
We went in
And we were dressed to impress
Fly women
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
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