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though I don't sleep
And I'm ok, though I hate to be me
I am ok, ok
I am ok

MJ with no dance moves
Frank Sinatra, no singing voice
Rapper without a Rolls
these women off 
Do dreams really come true?
Shit well I’ll say 
Frank Sinatra
I did this shit my way 
Took my time right before I burst pass
Now my last
Coming round for what their forefathers did my 
My, my, karma sure is a...heh 
To be Frank, I been "Thinking 'bout forever" 
Quite Frankie "can't take my
homies from back in the day livin' at, are doin' now
Running with my sister Jinny, schooling me like Mr. Feeny
This is the first time I heard a gunshot
But I 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
We're live in five, four, three, two, one!

Welcome everybody, you are "live in the den"
With big tigger hangin' out today with one of my friends
your ass
But
I was off the market so for a while I was not
Considered a threat years later, divorced
And single - sorry
Sean - I made my Erotica album
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I
"We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I leave without
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical
and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
remember on the coming album

You know when there was only five years left

It was once said that there was no time 

To take time for granted

Well we are
real tight

80 hour weeks to send my kid to school
Grid lock without a fare can be so cruel
Every year gets a little worse
Now I compete with the Uber
on and on and on
On and on and on

This is the year that I come in and just devastate
My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?
My rhymes are harder than last night's erection
to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album
Who knows what to expect this is Logic

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me motherfucker
It's my birthday!
years older and my game is harder
I'm not tryin' to say you're out there dissin'
I'm just tryin' to say lil nigga listen
Before you grab the mic
of
Bastard little shit's
And anyone who looks younger than me
Makes me check for my wallet,  my phone
 and my keys
And I'm tired of being tired out
Always
then you see how badly we needed I
Young doing it my way, that's Frank Sinatra
I might hang with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters
See me
Down, down and down
You always had my heart
Now I don't know where it is now
I don't know where you are
I don't want you to cry
No, I don't want you
the same
We're just making music every night
And we're the reason why these
A&R's are getting fired

Fell asleep I had a kick-ass dream
Me, Frank Sinatra
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

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