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[Intro]
And the peaches and the mangos
That you could sell for me

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
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, oh, oh
Close my eyes and fall into you
My God, she’s giving me pleasure

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
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, oh, oh
Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you
My God, giving me pleasure
Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
Pleasure over matter

[Verse 3: André 3000]
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 better with some fella with a regular job”
I didn’t wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe
Hopped into my car; drove far
Far’s too close and I remember my memory’s 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 modelin’
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

[Bridge]
Grey matter
Blue used to be my favorite color
Now I ain’t got no choice
Blue matter

[Outro: André 3000]
You’re good at being bad, you’re bad at being good
For heaven’s sakes, go to hell, nah, knock on wood
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
Well frankly when that ocean so mu’fucking good
Make her swab the mu’fucking wood
Make her walk the mu’fucking plank
Make her rob a mu’fucking bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver

Could this be earth, could this be light
Does this mean everythings going to be alright
One look out my window there’s trees talking like people

I dreamt of storms, I dreamt of sound
I dreamt of gravity keeping us around
I slept in the darkness it was lonely and it was silent

What is this love, I don’t feel the same
Don’t believe what this is, could be given a name
I awoke you there chasing planets on my forehead

But I forget 23 like I forget 17
And I forget my first love, like you forget a day dream
And what of all my wild friends, and the times I’ve had with them
But I’ll fade to grey soon on the tv station

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
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

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
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

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
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

[Bridge]
Real love, I’m searching for a real love
Oh, real love, I’m searching for a real love
Oh, real love

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Close your eyes to what you can’t imagine
We are the Xanny-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
Panic and 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

[Alternate Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Polo sweats and Hermes blankets
Them label hoes be stealing my shit
And all they clothes revealing they tits
Pills, high enough to touch the rim in that bitch
We party in my living room
Cause father is gone
And he left me this empire
That runs on its own
So all I got to do is whatever the fuck I want
All we ever do is whatever the fuck we want

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
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

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
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

[Outro]
Real love, ain’t that something rare
I’m searching for a real love, talking bout real love
Real love yeah
Real love
I’m searching for a real love
Talking bout a real love

[Verse 1]
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 pour when

[Pre-Chorus]
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?

[Chorus]
Or do you not think so far ahead?
Cause I been thinkin’ bout forever, ooh
Or do you not think so far ahead?
Cause I been thinkin’ bout forever, ooh

[Verse 2]
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 kissed you
Got a fighter jet, I don’t get to fly it though, I’m lying down

[Pre-Chorus]
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?

[Chorus]
Or do you not think so far ahead?
Cause I been thinkin’ bout forever, ooh
Or do you not think so far ahead?
Cause I been thinkin’ bout forever, ooh

[Bridge]
Yes, of course, I remember, how could I forget how you feel?
You know 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

[Chorus]
Or do you not think so far ahead?
Cause I been thinkin’ bout forever, ooh
Or do you not think so far ahead?
Cause I been thinkin’ bout forever, ooh

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that ni-guh, I swear
Stand out guy, him don’t need no chair
Well, where the fuck him at? ‘Cause nigga, I’m right here
I don’t shop at the mall, all y’all just
Dumb mothafucka, I’m a goddamn artist
You can give me some markers and I’ll draw you a closet
And you know that it’s GOLF, bitch, gonna make the deposit
Nigga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt
The boy drips swag like a broken faucet
It’s runnin’, nigga, I’m runnin’ shit
That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston
Won’t stop ’til the cops surround him
One nigga jiggy and the other awesome
With his fuckin’ face blown off, that’s how they found him
It’s Young T

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel like that?
Mad ’cause a nigga neck chill like that
You mad ’cause a nigga push wheel like that?
Why you puttin’ bad vibes in the air like that?
Nigga, who dem boys?

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Who dem is? Nigga, who dem is?
Who else step in this bitch this jig?
Who else your bitch say got a bick this big?
Who else came through with a wrist this flick?
Nigga, Guess my pants, do my dance
Spin around, bitch, you could kiss my ass
Never seen a nigga in this much Raf
Still doin’ math when I miss my class
Was it Summertime ’06, had the Number (N)ine
Nigga, never mind, was another time before Vince
Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman
Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
Fresh freshmen ’til they skipped my ass
Senior citizen, don’t forget my pass
Been that nigga and you knew that there
Make the dick disappear, how she do that there?

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel like that?
Mad ’cause a nigga’s neck chill like that
You mad ’cause a nigga push wheel like that?
Why you puttin’ bad vibes in the-?

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Fuck the rap, I’m tryna own a planet
From my other fuckin’ business ventures
These niggas these days
Actin’ like some bitches, like they’re fuckin’ with ya (yeah)
Teeth is glistenin’, Jesus, Christmas
He just shittin’, she exquisite, bitches be expensive
(Yeah, let ’em know, nigga) And I don’t even need attention
WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you niggas
Fuck global warming, my neck is so frío
I’m currently lookin’ for ’95 Leo
My mom say she worried because I’m so ill
I should stay in bed, but got too much bread
To make, she said watch my weight
So I stayed home and start eatin’ some meals
Get out of my way, way, boy that’s McLaren
That’s 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, I’m gone

[Video Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
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