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
called stupid by these fucking dimwits
Treated harsh, because I'm fucking different
And that's why I'm fucking sick of it
Which is why I'm done
I'm just
give a hand for Gucci Mane man of the year
I'm Gucci Mane what you mean money ain't a thing to me
Pull up in that new saline
Smoking green my lifes
your hand on the wood, good
And tell me lil' something that I really wanna hear, baby have no fear
I'll be oblige to the side of the mack of the year
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
reality
I can’t count the times that you told me ‘you are insane’
Again and again, oh-oh-oh
All the nights we spent together were just sick games
Your
do u expect (st gabs)
Eleven years in an all boy's school (school)
Did whatever i could to be cool (cool)
Used to think that being gay was not okay
We
Geez you don't gotta sneeze
Do it with ease chasing that cheese yeah (Grrrr pop)
It's about that time again (Yeah)
Niggaz tranna impress me but I'm not
wanna know
Whatchu wanna know
Seven years of bad luck
But this shit it don’t add up
I’m twenty fucking one now
So that shit should’ve been done
All
was a vegetable farm and that it was ran by her elder sister and her son. But they now feel like the owner so, she told Shaine that the time was right
Look in the mirror there
And face all of your fears
You've been haunted by your own ghost
And it's been that way for years
So drop all the bullshit
You're alright but that fine
Im alright Hope you die
Well in time, living life
Glass wine, I got mine
Im feeling travel sick again
I need to re up
And then, by the end of the year, we turned the clock back again
Give your time back to me Give your time back to me
Give your time back to me
Well, I was
wakes up next to an angel
Hopin' that she falls from the sky
We sin cause we're made to
Call me by your name when the time is right
Eyes puffy, cause I'm
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
I'm surprised tonight is New Year's Eve
Time flew by so gracefully
By the time I finish this song, It'll be February
I love the way this incense is
thirty-five years overdue. And you know the funny thing, all these I.O.U's are owed to one person
and I kinda felt like that maybe now would be a pretty good
chicken in the
Last ten years that's why you've been off
Every time he goes on Instagram and
Sees a picture of Rick Ross
Rockin' a long rocky chain
With
niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's
niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's
brings
So let's fall in love again this Christmas night
Ahh
And every Christmas, I'll be there
This time of year, we're both aware
We gotta fall in
on road
I was only six years old how could you subject me to that shit verbal syphilis
Complete fuckin' gibberish
I was sick of it but too afraid to say
yet
So why would I quit? The thought that I would stop when I'm dead
Just popped in my head, I said it, then forgot what I said
It isn't my time
the time I'm thirty years old
Imma have a bill
I'm talking about a billion
That's wit' a big B
I ain't talking about a million
I couldn't even eat
I had
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