歌词
作词 : Frank Ocean/Gang of Four/Dave Allen/Andy Gill/Hugo Burnham/Jon King
作曲 : Frank Ocean/Gang of Four/Dave Allen/Andy Gill/Hugo Burnham/Jon King
编曲 : Malay Ho/Om'mas Keith
制作人 : Frank Ocean/Malay Ho/Om'mas Keith
If I was being honest
I'd say long as I could **** three times a day and not skip a meal I'm good
I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour
Call my momma like momma
I ain't making minimum wage momma
I'm on momma
I'm on
Now I'm making 400, 600, 800k momma
To stand on my feet momma
Play these songs, it's therapy momma, they paying me momma
I should be paying them
I should be paying y'all honest to God
I'm just a guy I'm not a god
Sometimes I feel like I'm a god but I'm not a god
If I was I don't know which heaven would have me momma
Let me run this *****
I'ma run it into the ground momma, the whole galaxy
God damn, **** these lames, they don't want none
**** these lames, they don't want none
**** these ******
**** these ******, they don't want none
**** these ******
**** you ******
**** me if I hated on you
I'ma stick around
I'm gon' let my nuts hang
***** you got some just like me don't you?
Or maybe not just like me
You know I'm Africano Americano
And even if you're half Japanese
Roots run deep
Family tree, throw a big shadow, tech company
Please gimme immortality
I'm going rapidly
Fading drastically
Or pulled the zip down
Wet your lips first
Lick the tip now
Smoke some'n
They tryna find 2Pac
Don't let 'em find 2Pac
He evade the press
He escape the stress
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
I'll keep quiet and let you run your phone bill up
I know you love to talk
I ain't on your schedule
I ain't on no schedule
I ain't had me a job since 2009
I ain't on no sales floor
You say I'm changing on you
I feel like Selena
They wanna murder a *****
Murder me like Selena
You must ain't get the memo
I don't cut ******* no more
But your ***** my exception
Come get her outta my four door
I only got one four door
Remember when I had that Lexus no
Our friendship don't go back that far
Tyler slept on my sofa yeah
****** go back that far
I ain't smoked all year
This the last song so
I'm finna wipe that off
Tolerance is so low, still smoke a whole 'gar
Menage on my birthday
Tap out on the first stroke
Cause this ain't no work day
She don't give head anyway
Cuz what ****** say
That's what she tell her man
What a difference distance makes
****** want fight in the streets now
**** starting to make my head hurt
Jay hit me on the email
Said I oughta act my net worth
Dog this is chess now
Not fetch I ain't runnin for a *****
Ain't ran since track meet
That's the only time I ran from a *****
You could change this track now
Could've changed this ***** a long time ago
Know and know
Know and know
Shout out to Hollygrove
I'm from that 7th though
Twins know and Lance
Clark know and Matt know
**** went 180 on me
Please run that back though
You say some **** about me?
(Tucks til 24)...
On God he grabbed me
Had this ***** like...
(Outro Interview)
Interviewer: Make sure you speak up
Ryan: Okay
Interviewer: What's your name?
Ryan: Ryan
Interviewer: Yo, aye be quiet. What's your name? What do you do? What's your first memory?
Frank: The first word I learned to say or that I ever said
Interviewer: What's the most amazing thing you've ever witnessed? You're gonna do amazing out here... control the world, control the world
Frank: Hahaha...
Interviewer: Hahaha, alright, what three superpowers do you wish you had? They say they have to be...
Frank: Flying, super strength...
Interviewer: Alright, what's your name?
Frank: I wish I could sleep without like being dead but sleep forever at the same time
Interviewer:Yo what's your... stop, stop, stop
Frank: Being... very very tall
Interviewer: That's ****** up. Start over right now. Best thing about being me is that I keep a pretty clear mind most of the time
Sage Elsesser: Being great
Frank: I... a lot, probably too much
Interviewer: Talents, got any secret talents?
Frank: I don't think so, I'm pretty open in everything I do
Sage Elsesser: Talents? I can play the theremin... Tyler... nah actually **** him.
I don't know, probably Dill’ cause he doesn't have to do anything at all, sits inside his house
Interviewer: What's your name?
Sage Elsesser: Sage Elsesser
Interviewer: What do you do?
Sage Elsesser: I play soccer and go to school. I wanna be better at skating
Interviewer: Alright that's it....
Sage Elsesser: Ever... ever thought about trying...
How far is a light year?
How far is a light year?