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By
Frank Ocean
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Darker times
They’re telling boulder heavy lies
Looks like all we’ve got is each other
The truth is obsolete
Remember when all I had was my mother
She didn’t compromise
She could recognize
Voodoo
Our daughters and our sons
Are just candles in the sun
Voodoo
Don’t let him see divide
Don’t you let her see divide
Voodoo
She’s got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit
He’s got the whole wide world in his pants
He wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band
Then put the whole wide world on her hands
She’s got the whole wide world in her hands
He’s got the whole wide world in his hands
There’s somethin’ about you
I can’t believe I’m even talking to you, tellin’ me this right now
You’re special
I wish you could see what I see
PILOT JONES
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We once had things in common
Now the only thing we share is the refrigerator
Ice cold, baby, I told you, I’m ice cold (ice cold!)
You out here flyin’ high (high!)
Go ahead, fly that thing!
High! High!
But fly alone
You always smokin’ in the house
What if my mother comes over?
You can’t get up and get a job
Cause this little hustle’s getting you by
You’re the dealer and the stoner with the sweetest kiss around
I know what I was on, I had a Pilot Jones
She took me high, then she took me home
Pilot Jones, Pilot Jones
Tonight she came stumblin’ across my lawn again
I just don’t know why I keep on tryin’ to keep a grown woman sober
See there you go reachin’ up your blouse and no I don’t want a child
But I ain’t been touched in a while by the dealer
And the stoner with the sweetest kiss I’ve ever known
I know what I was on, I had a Pilot Jones
She took me high, then she took me home
Pilot Jones, Pilot Jones
In the sky up above, the birds
I saw the sky like I never seen before
You thought I was above you
Above this in so many ways
But if I got a condo on a cloud
Then I guess you can stay at my place
I’ma get one
I need ya
Admit it
You’re my Pilot Jones
FORREST GUMP
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I wanna see your pom poms from the stands
Come on, come on
My fingertips, and my lips, they burn
From the cigarettes
Forrest Gump, you run my mind boy
Running on my mind boy
Forrest Gump
I know you Forrest
I know you wouldn’t hurt a beetle
But you’re so buff, and so strong
I’m nervous Forrest
Forrest Gump
My fingertips, and my lips, they burn
From the cigarettes
Forrest Gump you run my mind boy
Running on my mind boy
Forrest Gump
I saw ya game, Forrest
I was screamin’ run 44
But you kept runnin’ past the end zone
Oh where’d you go Forrest
Forrest Gump
My fingertips, and my lips, they burn
From the cigarettes
Forrest Gump you run my mind boy
Running on my mind boy
Forrest Gump
Forrest green
Forrest blues
I re-mem-ber you
If this is love, I know it’s true
I won’t for-get you (you)
(You you, oh you you) It’s for you Forrest
(You you, oh you you) It’s for you Forrest
Forrest Gump
CRACK ROCK
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You don’t know how little you matter
Until you’re all alone
In the middle of Arkansas
With a little rock left in that plastic
Used to date a blonde
You used to hit it raw
Cause she was and you are madly involved
Madly involved
Hittin’ stones in glass homes
You’re smokin’ stones in abandoned homes
You hit them stones and broke your home
Crack rock crack rock
Crack rock crack rock
Hittin’ stones in glass homes
You’re smokin’ stones in abandoned homes
You’re hittin’ stones and broke your home
Crack rock crack rock
Crack rock crack rock
You’re shuckin’ and jivin’, stealin’ and robbin’
To get the fixing that you’re itching for
Your family stopped inviting you to things
Won’t let you hold their infant
You used to get a little cut-up from time to time
But the freaks ain’t trying to sleep with cracky
Hittin’ stones in glass homes
You’re smokin’ stones in abandoned homes
You hit them stones and you broke your home
Crack rock crack rock crack rock
Crooked cop dead cop
How much dope can you push to me
Crooked cop dead cop
No good for community
Fuckin’ pig get shot
300 men will search for me
My brother get popped
And don’t no one hear the sound
Don’t no one hear the rounds, ooh, sound
Don’t no one hear the shells, ooh, shells
Don’t no one hear a sound
Don’t no one disturb the peace for riot
Don’t no one disrupt nirvana
Don’t no one wanna blow the high
Crack rock, ooh
Crack rock, ooh
Crack rock
How you feeling girl
How’s the gutter doing
Crack rock
SUPER RICH KIDS
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Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain’t around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy’s jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There’s nothing like this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times babe
It’s good times, yeah
She wash my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We’ll both be high, the help don’t stare
They just walk by, they must don’t care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain’t around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy’s jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love, I’m searching for a real love
Oh, real love, I’m searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes for what you can’t imagine; we are the xany gnashing
Caddy smashing, bratty ass; he mad, he snatched his daddy’s Jag
And used the shit for batting practice, adamant and he thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed
Panicking, patch me up; Pappy done latch keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and mammy done had enough
Brash as fuck, breaching all these aqueducts; don’t believe us
Treat us like we can’t erupt, yup
We end our day up on the roof
I say I’ll jump, I never do
But when I’m drunk I act a fool
Talking ’bout, do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge, she grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It’s good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market’s down like 60 stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain’t around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy’s jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love (ain’t that something rare)
I’m searching for a real love (talking ’bout real love)
Real love, yea
Real love (real love)
I’m searching for a real love
Talking ’bout a real love
THINKIN’ BOUT YOU
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A tornado flew around my room before you came
Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn’t rain
In Southern California, much like Arizona
My eyes don’t shed tears, but, boy, they bawl
When I’m thinkin’ ’bout you
(Ooh, no, no, no)
I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
(You know, know, know)
I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
Do you think about me still?
Do ya, do ya?
Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)
Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)
No, I don’t like you, I just thought you were cool
Enough to kick it
Got a beach house I could sell you in Idaho
Since you think I don’t love you, I just thought you were cute
That’s why I kiss you
Got a fighter jet, I don’t get fly it, though
I’m lyin’ down thinkin’ ’bout you
(Ooh, no, no, no)
I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
(You know, know, know)
I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
Do you think about me still?
Do ya, do ya?
Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)
Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)
Yes, of course
I remember, how could I forget?
How you feel?
And though you were my first time
A new feel
It won’t ever get old, not in my soul
Not in my spirit, keep it alive
We’ll go down this road
‘Til it turns from color to black and white
Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)
Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)