Lyrics:
seriously I need your attention
For just a second
Please, I think somebody lost
The contact down here
So everyone look around a contact lens
Hey someone lost
enough for her
But I know I am good enough, and I am not settling
And if she gets back, well, I hope that I’m getting a second date
Or someday we’ll try
make her come
To my compound, she play my music just to hear my voice
Yeah, that boy so bus,y she ain't got a choice
Know I put that work in 'til that
is just a more
Multi-faceted mixture of all the
Personalities that I
Have in me i mean and I think that
If I was to not show that
Then I wouldn't be
take a hit of live resin (No cap)
Uh just remember triple 7
Now ima leave and go take a hit of live resin aye
fuck all of you
Yeah, I don't be givin' no fucks (not one)
Uh (just pull up, pull up, whoa)
I don't know if you caught on (caught on)
I don't be
takin' shit
Now you can say I'm on some hatin' shit
But them facts, I'm not just sayin' shit
Biggie really sold crack and fucked mad hoes
Did Faith Evans
And I have to say, by the way
I just may like some explanations
Can I ask you a question?
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Remember I was 7 years old with a pallet gun
Playing outside with a cap, drinking Caprisun
We thought we was having fun
it's not just fun and games
When I look into your eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it step by step there's
you
But shoes on your feet
Rule two
Read Matthew ten
It's the great commission
Try not to sin
Rule three
Take twenty bucks
And have fun
Don't come back
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
and walked on the moon
But time is still a mystery
We tried to label time by
Creating numbers and digit's
Seconds and minutes and hours
Are all just figments
Mandela did not fight enough
And what not, you know
So much misinformation man
But that's South Africa man
Mandela went to jail for twenty seven years
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
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
Haunted by my dreams wide awake
So you know I'll stay up
I'm the water boy who grew out of his phases
I don't give flowers I'll just send vases
Can't get
say blessing
Because the world we live in
It is no longer common
For a black boy to live that long
Not when you have cops
Killing young black men
In
my baby, let's just make it
I got my Gaga 9-7 on right now
Lady (you gotta puff a J to this one
Can't roll a blunt up to this one boy)
You're so
my baby, let's just make it
I got my Gaga 9-7 on right now
Lady (you gotta puff a J to this one
Can't roll a blunt up to this one boy)
You're so
now I'm somehow flyin
I've been given another chance to live, fuck dyin
[Monoxide Child:]
You think I'm doin this shit for fun
The second time in
"Big Mac and a large order of fries"
"Stop making fun of me", "I'm not making fun of you"
"I'm getting the manager", "Get the fucking manager, I don't
a thousand ways
Girl we only live once
I wanna have fun
Mix coke with rum
On a setting sun
Wanna have fun
Lets party till dawn
Just wanna have fun
I wanna
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