Lyrics:
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Living each day like it's my best life
Going hard today cause I don't know any other way
Going hard today cause I don't know any other way
Going hard
see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
Yo yo
I don't brown
see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
Yo yo
I don't brown
All I see is commas
And all I see is franks
If you ain’t about no dollas
Get the fuck up out my face
All I see is commas
And all I see is franks
If
reachin'
They had gats in each others faces
With kids and grandmothers around
Frank's only concern was his papers
My man Killa let off, half of them fake
in your shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo'
shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands
attacked
By a rage of hunchmen!
Making his way through the
Evening traffic, greggery notices
That the other vehicles which
Crowd and bump his little red car
young
Those eyes don't make me hard no more
My trembling hands
I'm better now
I'm by myself
I'm by myself
I'm by myself
So boy don't worry about me now
water with the Bruce Lee aura
She was raised by her brothers to son many as a daughter
[Hook: Frank Knight]
I met a bad dime who the dopest
Her whole
wouldn’t wanna have it any other way
Joey Diaz unashamed
Live my life until my story hit that glory come acclaimed
Frank Sinatra answer every single call
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
know how you do
Please make yo killin's clean
Slugs up in between
They eyes, like True Lies
Kill 'em and flee the scene
Just bring back the coke
other
Until one day he wasn't acting right
In the middle of the night
She checked his pockets
Found condoms by Magnum
And the moment they was
here's 12 shots, we know how you do
Please make yo killings clean, slugs up in between
They eyes, like True Lies, Kill em and flee the scene
Just bring
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
burning
The sun will struggle up the world will still keep turning
Madman standing by the side of the road saying
"Look at my eyes, look at my eyes
burning
The sun will struggle up the world will still keep turning
Madman standing by the side of the road saying
"Look at my eyes, look at my eyes
Blurred rap guys is buyin' by like flies on a turd
Preemo and Royce surprise 'em, eye-to-eye 'em, they scurred
Slur intended, demented, got some nerve
Side?
Chorus
If I go away
It'll be a while
Till I see your smile
In the mirror
By my side
I'll be on the other side
Of the world
On the other side
complaining,
But they're used to it by now, every day's the same.
(repeat chorus)
And when the night comes,
He might get on the phone,
She's a stuck-up bitch,
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