Frank Sinatra (part. Kendo Kaponi)

Feniko, Feniko
Hey, and may life forgive me for all those times I didn’t live it
But this show goes on as long as there are hands to clap
And remember, dude, I never forgot, I just filed it away

And that was the legal thing because you have no idea what my will is made of
I know how to pick up my pieces and put them back together
Oh
The problem isn’t closing your eyes and letting your will tell heaven
Uh-huh

It’s letting your hate open up, and go straight to hell and ask for it
We all need that moment of darkness to know what shines in our lives
Did you hear? Haha!
Mm, yeah

I was born poor (uh-huh), now I’m rich (yeah), and I still can’t find happiness (no)
I’m wandering in a cursed, infinite world, where unhappiness reigns (wah)
I’m an unhappy guy with happy clothes playing at being an artist (haha)
One of the good ones because I’ve always been optimistic (okay)

A total pro, I know how to float on the dance floor (yeah)
I know everything about this, I’m a full-on analyst (whoo!)
Who’s making noise and who’s not (ey)
Since I reached the top, I’ve forgotten all that

I don’t believe in anything or anyone (yeah)
For a while now, in my mind, it’s just me (me)
Drowning in evil and hate (hate), having nightmares with demons (ah)
That doesn’t feel satisfying
In the hood, another dead body, another damn wake (Austin)

In the car, I’ve got a mini Draco
That goes off if I get wild (ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
I move it back and forth, no Kamasutra needed
Call the coroner to come clean up the mess

To top it off, I also have a micro Draco
That makes you run if I pull it out (ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
I make them dance and sing like Frank Sinatra
They mess with me, and I’ll take them all out (ahem), uh-huh

The more time passes, the higher the flight
At the top, it smells different, like velvet