I bin countin every minute every day
Getting grown, seems somethings wrong
But it, seems like I got a empty hand
Cause one comes in, one goes out
At least I have a reason, to sing this song
I guess I’m gone

Until it all just fades away

Do you remember that classy Sinatra
Fly me to the moon
Quincy Jones was the author
I wish my life
Could be as perfect as that was
But even Frank,y’k
Now he couldn’t dodge a coffin
We listen to Frank White
And Makavelli often
James Yancy, got them
D,D’s poppin
Watchin’em do it
I run an audible option
To put Toronto #1
On the top 10
Saukrates rock them
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