Lyrics:
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
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
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
drive, I'm auto matic
Ain't listenin' to demos
Especially not 'cratics
These niggas panic like we at the disco
I got a simple plan for you
We should rage
And I
was there, so was Dave, Adrian, Steve, and Bruce. Haha! Good job too, or else we'd have had a piece of
black vinyl! Mmmm. So. Now, these gigs we did
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
Cristo
We really brought the mayhem to the disco
The guards at the island just could not believe he vanished
In panic damnit where'd he go
They thought
and screaming my name, but I don't look down
Hi guys, remember me? I'm the white guy everybody wanted to cancel, nice try
Too sick, I might die right, two
ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
[Verse 3]
Photo album on the counter, your
you'll die dancin'
Dark, gliding shapes that violate every law of nature
Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with glasses
die from thinkin' that me and your hood was cool
Or maybe die from pressin' the line, actin' too extra
Or maybe die because these smokers
Are more
die from thinkin' that me and your hood was cool
Or maybe die from pressin' the line, actin' too extra
Or maybe die because these smokers
Are more
a human today
Live an amazing life, on an amazing planet
We in the clear, the storm is over, there ain't no need to panic
Look at the Aftermath, the world
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
on
I let the wrong one go
And what she is was too rare
She set the bar too high to where nobody compares
And now I live with a fear I'll never feel
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
A's can't stop
Strays if I'm able
Verbally harassed by everybody you live with
What makes you think you won't be judged
When even God is a critic? I
album was the first album
With the real sound that
Electric punk rock became
"We are from the Lower East Side
We don't give a damn if we live or die
We
time on my ride, oh-whoa-whoa, I'm fallin'
So I'm takin' my time on my ride, oh-oh-oh-oh
Takin' my time on my ride
"I'd die for you," that's easy
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