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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]
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me
Call me, how you doin’?
Call me, my name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here’s my number, you can reach me, woo!
911, call me, call me some time
911, call me, call me some time
911, call me, call me some time
911, call me
911, call me

Part 1 – Fish

[Verse 1]
Slip it in her drink, and in the blink of an eye
I can make a white girl look chink
Don’t know what to think, ’cause last time I attempted this shit
The judge ordered me to see a shrink
Started with the link
Contended her to meet me at the local
Odd Future Wolf Gang skating rink
We was uniquely in sync
Already fucking and we only met last week
We were both young, not yet antique
So her mindset was working for my technique
Tell her that I love her and by next week
You can hear her shriek from the gashes in her cheeks
No, I’m not a freak, I am meekly a creep
The neighbors by the creek says my house stinks
And it reeks on the sheet, girl
Streaks of red, even though all pussy is pink
Oblivion makes obvious seeks
Which make meats for my obvious feasts
Used to just blot up thoughts, plot, and rethink
Now I get daughters and tie ’em and clink
Got my dick harder than iron and zinc
Now they just rot up, arms caught in the sink
Where they get cut up to fit my physique
Critique my chic in this brand new mink
Go

[Bridge]
Yeah, Wolf Gang
Wolf Haley
All good?
Cool. We cool?

[Verse 2]
Bitches running ’round, down pussy take a trip
Make her strip, got my dick harder than the unzip
Tyler swiftly slips his dick inside of Taylor Swift’s slit
Round trip in that pussy, here comes a ticket
Film clips popping on that Canon
Busting Ottoman cannons, on the pill
Is he real? Gaza stripping in my living room
Wolf Gang full moon, I’m assuming mushrooms
I’m a necrolampoon, not of Charles Mansoon
This fuck is ending soon because I’m ejaculating

[Bridge: Frank Ocean]
(Frankie, Frankie)
Now I’d like to take this time of day
To thank the Mother Earth
(Thank you Momma, thank you Momma)
Letting the sun shine down on the lake
While I fish your waters
Ooh, hide your daughters, hide your sisters
Hell, hide grandmama too (Grand, yeah)
‘Cause the fisherman’s raping everybody in the pool
He on the loose, yeah

[Outro]
Got to wash it down, all this gold is fucking bait
Wait ’til you see the semen swimming
Baby, please not half, the whole is great
Morals? Your body’s near that coral reef
It was once upon a time you came home with me
Then the next chapter left you in my teeth
Fill your gills with goo
Going deeper than Pacific Ocean
This specific motion
Makes this hammerhead puke
Got to wear a wetsuit, can’t get seasick
I love when you’re in fishnets, you want me to eat you
You’re fucking wet, fish

Part 2 – Boppin’ Bitch

[Chorus]
So I met this girl at the club
And I just wanted her to suck my dick
And that’s ’cause (She’s a boppin’ bitch)
Now she’s drunk and talkin’ to me a lot
Until we go to another room
And that’s ’cause (She’s a boppin’ bitch)

[Verse 1]
This little slut whore sucks cock for a little more bucks
Than them other sluts fuck for, real easy
Cause I didn’t even knock on the front door, sleazy
I used the welcome mat as a cum rag
And all the Wolves fucked too, yeah she’s a cum bag
Filled with a bunch of shit I purchased at a drug store
Four more Dora-looking sluts let me explore
Until my cock got sore and started growing cold sores

[Chorus]
Now she thinks that I like her
But all I really wanted was that mouth
And that’s ’cause (She’s a boppin’ bitch)
Now she text messages me every day
And I don’t ever hit that bitch back
And that’s because (She’s a boppin’ bitch)

[Verse 2]
This little hoodrat started jockin at my jock strap
Until my uncircumcised penis finally unwrapped
Flapping up and down until the cack finally go splat
Now you gotta spat, spit it out until you do scat
Then you gotta sat and shit it out, bitch, fuck your feelings
You wasn’t feeling shit when you was down there kneeling
Now shut the fuck up you got another dick to deal with

[Interlude]
Now why can’t we fuck with this bitch? (She’s boppin’)
Wait, tell him why we can’t fuck with this bitch? (That bitch she boppin’)
What is she? She a BB, what does that stand for? (She boppin’)
She, what do she be doin’? (She boppin’)

[Chorus]
Now I’m at a fuckin’ clinic
Cause my dick is swollen’ and keeps itchin’
Nigga, I’mma kill this bitch (She’s a boppin’ bitch)

[Outro]
Where’s my gun? I’mma kill this bitch
To all my niggas out there listening, that bitch (She’s boppin’)
And don’t let her suck your dick or you’ll get hurt