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and I've been praying for some newness

By the end of the night I lace my high top Nikes 
cnd while I'm getting fresh I'm listening to the Frank White
I said

I gotta let you know (Uhh)
I can't let you go
I can't let it go
I don't wanna let it go
I'ma probably just one take this Frank
I can't you go
I can't

Fuck the free loaders
Make em bend over
Put my demons in they guts
Before they ghostin
Ima fuck around an catch the last laugh
Im west coastin
Bay area

her phone, my dick in her mouth
And still to this day, he ain't figure it out
Day-to-day, gettin' paid an excessive amount
Spent your last on a ho,

more Trappin' is all that they live for
They don't play by that bol you get sent for They be in front of ' your crib' like they serving

a benchmark
Some

Even wore a Bears hat with your outfit
Back when we kissed by the patch bay
Way before the tears and the outrage
I did shit that I wish that I could

sides just don't apply
To eyes that haven't seen a lawn
Staying strong to peddle on
Think I own a Peloton 
Cross that Frank Ocean an beyond
No sitting

my fish tank
For Jimmy, Julia and Frank
They were still swimming upright
Under the fluorescent light
Then I went to a mirror
And saw an aging figure

know
I don't think you know
I don't think you know me like that
Frank Cross big boss
Ticked off lift off
Picture forming in my head from blank thoughts

time by buying grams
So self involved I neglected
My girlfriend's feelings and damaged
Any connection we had
To where we were both emotionally distant

the same sasquatch is over
Don't you remember?
I broke your heart last week
You'll probably feel better by the weekend
Still remember, had you going crazy

but I'm sharpin' the saw
I been, I've been having withdrawals from a memory lost
Last summer or fall
Whatever the cost, just be on your way
I've been

that's the motion then
I'm dropping back to back I will never Frank Ocean them
They done sent my nigga Lu back to Ayiti
He chilling sipping Barbancourt

flew by
Over sea-ing (overseeing) like a thot, thot
Blue Nectar on her tongue
She was bussin' out straight shots
Sativa in the lungs
And, and now it's

To avoid collapse
We need more people
If civilization is going to last
We need more people
To make the chain of life
We need more people
Baby mamas or just

all the help, u know I keep secluded well but Yelling out I need a medic, up in the battlefield

But Who can agree?
Follow my lead 
It's By any means
We

need a clearer memory - bank
Look in the mirror and I see a friend of me
I see the inner me, look at you niggas and I see my enemies. Frank-ly
I won't

I know I said I'd never change
But all has failed to remain 
Since the last time you'd probly hear me say it
Nothing in it's place where I left it

in that tiny jacket
Woah, oh, oh, Frank, let's not attack my candidate here
Shut up Charlie! I can talk to my son any way I want
Yeah welcome to Swamp

off I just board the last rocket
Welcome to space my name Chris I'm ya pilot
Several plugs you can say I'm the socket
Trekking the stars you can Beam me

my producing?
Under-look my writing?
Tell you how I'm improvising
Get it by procrastinating, contaminating my emotions flowing
Needa Frank Ocean
Felt

mask up & take it
Get it how you live
Jake It Till You Make It

VERSE 1:

Whirlwind train ride, elevated speed
Last of a dying breed, least likely

to fight like I been a boxer
I left my keys in the car and for a minute I quit being god
I'm Frank Sinatra sitting inside Synagogue with Siddartha
George

if it's fair
Furthermore, I ain't even scrapped in over a year
And that the last time I did I wound up clear sleep on my rear
And frankly you look like