SWEET LIFE
By
Frank Ocean
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The best song wasn’t the single, but you weren’t either
Livin’ in Ladera Heights, the black Beverly Hills
Domesticated paradise, palm trees and pools
The water’s blue, swallow the pill
Keepin’ it surreal, whatever you like
Whatever feels good, whatever takes you mountain high
Keepin’ it surreal, not sugar-free
My TV ain’t HD, that’s too real
Grapevine, mango, peaches and limes, the sweet life
Sweet life, sweet life
Sweet life, sweet life
The sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet life
Sweet life, the sweet life
Sweetie pie
You’ve had a landscaper and a house keeper since you were born
The starshine always kept you warm
So why see the world, when you got the beach
Don’t know why see the world, when you got the beach
The sweet life
The best song wasn’t the single, but you couldn’t turn your radio down
Satellite need a receiver, can’t seem to turn the signal fully off
Transmitting the waves
You’re catching that breeze ’til you’re dead in the grave
But you’re keepin’ it surreal, whatever you like
Whatever feels good, whatever takes you mountain high
Keepin’ it surreal, not sugar-free, my tv ain’t HD, that’s too real
Grapevines, mango, peaches and lime, a sweet life
A sweet life
A sweet life, yeah
A sweet life, a sweet life
A sweet life
Live and die in the life
You’ve had a landscaper and a house keeper since you were born, yeah
The starshine always kept you warm
So why see the world, when you got the beach
Don’t know why see the world, when you got the beach
And the water, is exactly what I wanted
It’s everything I thought it would be (Thought it would be)
But this neighborhood is gettin’ trippier every day
The neighborhood is goin’ ape shit crazy
You’ve had a landscaper and a house keeper since you were born
The starshine always kept you warm
So why see the world, when you got the beach
Don’t know why see the world, when you got the beach
The sweet life
PINK MATTER
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And the peaches and the mangos
That you could sell for me…
What do you think my brain is made for
Is it just a container for the mind
This great grey matter
Sensei replied, what is your woman
Is she just a container for the child
That soft pink matter
Cotton candy Majin Buu
Close my eyes and fall into you
My god she’s giving me pleasure
What if the sky and the stars are for show
And the aliens are watching live
From the purple matter
Sensei went quiet then violent
And we sparred until we both grew tired
Nothing mattered
Cotton candy Majin Buu
Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you
My god, giving me pleasure
Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
Pleasure over matter
Since you been gone
I been having withdrawals
You were such a habit to call
I ain’t myself at all had to tell myself naw
She’s better with some fella with a regular job
I didn’t wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sittin’ in awe
Hopped into my car drove far
Far’s too close and I remember
My memories no sharp
Butter knife what a life anyway
I’m building y’all a clock stop
What am I, Hemingway?
She had the kind of body
That would probably intimidate
Any of ’em that were un-southern
Not me cousin
If models are made for modeling
Thick girls are made for cuddlin’
Switch worlds and we can huddle then
Who needs another friend
I need to hold your hand
You’d need no other man
We’d flee to other lands
Grey matter
Blue used to be my favorite color
Now I ain’t got no choice
Blue matter
You’re good at being bad
You’re bad at being good
For heaven’s sakes go to hell
Knock knock knock knock on wood
You’re good at being bad
You’re bad at being good
For heaven’s sakes go to hell
Knock on wood
For heaven’s sakes go to hell
Knock knock knock on wood
Well frankly when that ocean so mahfuckin’ good
Make her swab the mahfuckin’ wood
Make her walk the mahfuckin’ plank
Make her rob a mahfuckin’ bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver
MONKS
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Mosh pits and bare chest
Stage diving sky diver
Spray the crowd with cold water
Now it’s mosh pits and wet tits
I think I need a cold shower
Cool waters
African girl speaks in English accent
Likes to fuck boys in bands
Likes to watch westerns
And ride me without the hands
Show me her passport
She’s on her own tour
But you’re beautiful to me
Wave ’em high girl to the sky
But you’re beautiful to me
(We’re in the clouds)
Wave ’em high girl to the sky
But you’re beautiful to me
(Life in the clouds)
Keep em high y’all
(Beautiful stars)
In the sky
Monks in the mosh pit
Stage diving Dalai Lama
Feet covered in cut flowers
They mosh for enlightenment
Clean chakra, good karma
One with the water
Indian girl sleeps above the temple
Planning a run away young at heart
You found a boyfriend
And now you wanna get away, get away
Just a virgin lover on a getaway, getaway
And at sunset they’re gonna try and get away, get away
Abhaya Mudra
I never ask for much
But please keep up lover
We’ve got no choices left
The running’s fast
Run run run run
You’re beautiful to me
Run run run run, you’d better run
You mean so much to me
In my world
We made it safely
Even with your father’s army trailing us
We escaped him
Even with his archer’s bows at our backs
What a great escape
But there’s a long way still in fact
We’re lost in a jungle underneath these clouds
There’s a monsoon that never ends
A coke white tiger woke us from our slumber
To guide and protect us til the end
We’re in the clouds
Wave ’em high now to the sky
But you’re beautiful to me
Keep ’em high y’all, show you right
But you’re beautiful to me
Beautiful
GOLDEN GIRL
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She peels an orange, for us in the mornin
She woke me up to give me half
I can hear the children soccer ballin
Like wildcats running on the grass (yeah)
You’re a girl on this island, I’m a boy from America
My flight leaves tonight
But I don’t think I’m, goin backwards
I won’t be goin backwards
You’re my golden girl
You’re the one I’ve chosen girl
You’re 24K
You make it bright when it’s gray
You’re my golden girl
The sun has been kind to you
You’re 24K (girl)
But the sky’s never gray (never gray)
Silent moments, meditative poses
You break my focus, you make me laugh
Two mopeds racin through the forest
Making dirt clouds on a path, on a path
I’m my best on this island, I’m a mess in America
My flight left last night
But, I know I’m not goin back home (yeah)
I’m not goin back home, no-ohhhhhhhh
If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still?
If we don’t have to live through Hell just to get to heaven
I’ma stay right here, with you, ’til the hurricane comes
‘Til the tsunami comes, I’ve found my golden
Umm
You’re my G-O, L-D, E-N, G-I, R-L
And that’s for the females that can’t spell, but
Thanks for fuckin with me
You turn my dark into light, you’re like a bucket of bleach
You see – I want you to know that
My negatives at home aren’t workin for my Kodak
So that, means that, I don’t want to go back
Just know that, I would like to stay here and hold that
hand of yours – girl I’m a wreck in America
Your face is the best cause it’s the same color as the lace on my neck
And you’re golden, uh, your eyes open
Fuck it let’s toast and listen to Michael Bolton
I freefall off the hill again
Let’s see where I land, I’m like Gilligan
Umm, I trust you, Golden, for what
When I’m just hopin that you don’t turn my neck green
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
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