Lyrics:
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
You wanted smoke, lil bitch,
Take a hit of this dope lil bitch
Well you was on live saying my name,
You already know lil bitch,
You callin me out
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
on my peach fuzz
Pull out the guitar and learn some new chords from Anita Baker
Baker got some acres out the window when you wake up
I'm a fish sign my
real
Confident of your lyrical content, having mass appeal
Less promotional airplay getting jerked by bootleggers
Having classic albums, not platinum
sorta knows I put you on a pedestal
I can't get you out of my head
You are my head and shoulders
I guess you picture perfect like a camera focus
Snapping
And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't care how you feel
Checkin' out the truck, check the wheels
Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your grill
son?
(Yeah man, I was out on the street
These guys came on by in this, tch, car man playin some beat)
You ain't heard nuttin' this funky nigga, how
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
clearer to see
You not a goblin Goodz it's about a dollar
Niggas could beat ya collar
But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods
You got it good, niggas can't be
She never left, she cutted out
I know you all know what I'm talkin' about
There's a freak named Shannon, such a sinner
She smokes that pipe and she's
hole
While Miss Anita Baker say you bringin me jaw?
I came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys
And we all yell 'fuck you bitch' and kept
was stuffed in the jeans she was wearin'
She never left, he cut out
I know you all know what I'm talkin' about
There's a freak named Shannon, such
was stuffed in the jeans she was wearin'
She never left, he cut out
I know you all know what I'm talkin' about
There's a freak named Shannon, such
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
the corny forms
(And we're in, your neighborhood) on the norms
Capture, was to, whack ya
Manufacture, you can even ask Anita about the rapture
I figured,
prohibit the corny forms
(And we're in, your neighborhood) on the norms
Capture, was to, whack ya
Manu-facture, you can even ask Anita about the,
the location from your homies
They just got you took (Got you took)
I do all this shit by my lonely
Ain't hard as it looks (Ain't hard)
1080, that's the slogan
and back, back and back and back and back, God was trying to pull me out
Drinking and smoking and drinking and smoking, you can hear my voice
I was drinking
Ya
I'm back
Yeah
I'm coming hard like a bad cramp
Something like a charlie horse up in ya back
My intentions ain't nice you tell by the look on my
'll never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
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