Lyrics:
hereditary
If I was Math, you'd be dead already
Your picture on a obituary
Bullet holes in your head already
I'm 5000 and 0, my record dumb nigga
Dumb nigga
[Chorus]
Up above my head
(Up above my head)
I hear music in the air
(I hear music in the air)
[Chorus: x2]
And I really do believe
(Yeah)
[Chorus]
Up above my head
(Up above my head)
I hear music in the air
(I hear music in the air)
[Chorus: x2]
And I really do believe
(Yeah)
in the music that
I drop so I could help The fans out
Down on my dick take the shirt right Off my back
Ain't no bitch was helping me I had To stand up
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
the total mass retain
Down at the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, down by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
In her
Gettin', gettin' some head (ay)
I was with the kinda girl that make ya toes pop (Block Music, Luda)
In my bed, minding my business, 'bout five in
to the Lord
I put it in the music
Tell no lie, not a word
I'll put it in the music
And even when I make mistake
I'll put it in the music
From the glory of my
for his absence
I slip my shoes off and bend
Forward to touch my heels
The sharp hiss of air I suck in
Is enough to catch my mother's attention
She
science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die
my true love
Or put a bullet in her head
Pull up and grab her by the hand
From beneath my feel of where I stand
Do you understand
I can hear
two times
Ain't no time to reflect
Looked up to me with respect
Though I cannot correct
My mistakes, Im a fake
Everybody say
Hands in the air cos I
Niggas thought I got evicted how my
Shit up in the streets
BIG but ain't nothing obese but the feast
I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet
Gotta hustle
I'ma tell it
I found that jacket that you left at my wedding
And I picked it up to smell it
I wrapped it up in plastic until I put it in glass
my shit right
Cause Im not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss
20 G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas
and falls backwards off her straw. She's up
again in a flash, looking guardedly at them. She is a ratbag.
Mandy: Who are you?
Wise Man 1: We are
of the real shit we doin' over here
When my nigga get home, I'm gonna send him a Lear
For all the time he been down, get him right up in the air
With
of the real shit we doin' over here
When my nigga get home, I'm gonna send him a Lear
For all the time he been down, get him right up in the air
With
what he'd do
And I turned my head and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou
His eyes went rubbering round the room and he seemed in a kind
from outside it was
Completely in here, in my head
GQ: Did you worry it
Would derail your career?
Frank Ocean: I had those
Fears in black music
We've
get my head up, get my bread up
Just the way the planned it (Yah)
Calm down, can you catch a grip
Buy a ticket and we take it round trip
I don't care
to earth and bowed His head
And then He said this humble prayer
Father, hear My words I beg Thee
Send the angels from above
To fill My heart with
the thought of matter...
4. Beyond
5. Night Ride
No limits
Landing in the air
Traveling upstairs
Staying on the surface
Living on my own trace
Paint
to
It's off my head so let the beat play through
So I can funk it up and make it sound good
1-2-3 yo—knock on some wood
For good luck, I like my rhymes
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