Earl Sweatshirt - Sunday Ft. Frank Ocean Lyrics

Earl Sweatshirt - Sunday Ft. Frank Ocean Lyrics

Earl Sweatshirt - Sunday Ft. Frank Ocean Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]

I know it don't seem difficult to hit you up

But you not passionate about half the shit that you into, and I ain't havin' it

And we both know that I don't mean to offend you, I'm just focused today

And I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you

And I don't know why we argue, and I just hope that you listen

And if I hurt you I'm sorry, the music makes me dismissive

When I'm awake I'm just driftin', I'm not complainin'

It's just to say that I stay pretty busy, lately

And I could be misbehaving, I just hang with my niggas

I'm fuckin' famous if you forgot, I'm faithful

Despite all my what's in my face and my pocket, and this is painfully honest

And when I say it I vomit, on cloudy days when I'm salty

I play the hate to the laundry

State to state for the profit, it ain't a stain on me, nigga

My momma raised me a prophet, I play for dollar incentive

And where I'm walking, it's studded, and half-retarded I stumble

To where she park when she visit, I grab the bottle and chug it

I see the car in the distance, I know the dark isn't coming

For the moment, if I could hold it

She, seems seems that

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]

All my dreams got dimmer when I stopped smoking pot

Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot

And loving you is a little different, I don't like you a lot

You see, it seems like

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]

I’m coming back I gotta handle business

Vanish to my sleeper seat, left you at terminal three

I’ll meet you down at baggage claim in a couple weeks, a fortnight

And you can parade my homecoming, don’t cry

You know I can’t live in any place I visit

To live and die in LA

I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high every day

But I’d be sleepy, OCD and paranoid, so

So, give me Bolly beach, no molly please, palm, no marijuana trees

Yo hickeys on my aorta and tattoos you could only see

When I’m playing surfboarder, put whisky in that salt water

I emptied every canteen just to wear that straight edge varsity you think’s cool

They thought me soft in High School, thank God I’m jagged

Forgot you don’t like it rough, I mean he called me a faggot

I was just calling his bluff I mean how anal am I gon' be

When I’m aiming my gun

And why’s his mug all bloody, that was a three on one?

Standing ovation and Staples I got my Grammy’s and gold

Polka dots on my brit, I’m not supposed to be stunting

It’s all melodic this song, I catch this vibe in my sleep

But I’m just jet-lagged is all, and restless

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

All my dreams got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot

All my nightmares became more vivid when I stopped smoking pot

Loving you’s a little different I don’t like you a lot

I mean…fuck

[Bridge]

I don’t know what we’re about

What good is West Coast weather if you’re bi-polar?

If I’ma need this sweater

I’d rather be where it’s cold

Where it snows

I see how it goes

I put the flowers in bowls

I know they’re coming in droves

You’ll only miss when it goes

(Yeah, I think that’s it)

When it goes…..

John Mayer - Wildfire Interlude Ft. Frank Ocean Lyrics

John Mayer - Wildfire Interlude Ft. Frank Ocean Lyrics

John Mayer - Wildfire Interlude Ft. Frank Ocean Lyrics:

Only a nascent trying to harness huge fire
Out on the beach in the darkness starting bonfire
So gorgeous, a man might cry
Burning trees in the basement start a cool fire
Feel my heartbeat racing, baby you're on fire
So gorgeous, a man might cry

Back in Paris you told me you were suicidal
It's not a vacation if I lose you to Eiffel
You're gorgeous but you can't fly
A hidden admirer sent me roses white as fire
We took our handfuls it was war, flower fighter

Wildfire
Wildfire
Wildfire
Wildfire

John Mayer - Wildfire Ft. Frank Ocean Lyrics

John Mayer - Wildfire Ft. Frank Ocean Lyrics

John Mayer - Wildfire Ft. Frank Ocean Lyrics:

Only a nascent trying to harness huge fire
Out on the beach in the darkness starting bonfire
So gorgeous, a man might cry
Burning trees in the basement start a cool fire
Feel my heartbeat racing, baby you're on fire
So gorgeous, a man might cry

Back in Paris you told me you were suicidal
It's not a vacation if I lose you to Eiffel
You're gorgeous but you can't fly
A hidden admirer sent me roses white as fire
We took our handfuls it was war, flower fighter

Wildfire
Wildfire
Wildfire
Wildfire

Jay-Z - Oceans Ft Frank Ocean Lyrics

Jay-Z - Oceans Ft Frank Ocean Lyrics:

[Hook]
Blessings, blessings yeah

I see
Elephant tusk on the boar of a sailing lady
Docked on the Ivory Coast
Mercedes in a row winding down the road
I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo
Before the Basquait show and if so
Well [?] it
[?] it
Because this water drown my family
This water mixed my blood, this water tells my story
This water knows it all
Go ahead and spill some champagne
In the water
Go ahead and watch the sun blaze
On the waves
Of the ocean

[Verse 1]
[?] boy still smelling like [?]
White boat, white robe
Can he be more cleaner
The oil spill that BP ain't clean up
I'm anti Santa Maria
Only Christopher we acknowledge
Is Wallace, I don't even like Washingtons in my pocket
Black card go hard when I'm shopping
Boat dock in front of Hermes picking cotton
Sink and fleeces
Lay on my [?]
Oh my [?] I hope y'all don't get sea sick
See me in [?] you never saw
If it wasn't for these pictures
They wouldn't see me at all
Aww whole world in awe
I crash through glass ceilings
I break through closed doors
I'm on the ocean
I'm in heaven
Yachting
Ocean 11

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Me and Ty Ty is like Pablo and Popeye
Winding dirt roads on mopeds spilling opus
Welcome to the magnum opus
The Magna Carta
The best-selling author Decoded
On the holiday playing Strange Fruit
If I'mma make it to a billi I can't take the same route
Swoosh
Now that's the sound of the border
Swoosh
Now that's the sound of a baller
[?] Hovi my back against the rope, the black Maybach
I'm back inside the boat
Shepard Fairey they finally gave me some hope
Can't believe they got a [?] to vote
Democrat, nope
I sold [?]
In trouble water I had to learn how to float
On the ocean
I'm in heaven
Yachting
Ocean 11

[Hook]

Frank Ocean - Wiseman Lyrics

Frank Ocean - Wiseman Lyrics:

Wiseman closed his mouth
Madman closed his fist
Young man shows his age
Judge man named it sin
Bad man don' exist no
No evil man exists
Good man don't exist no
No righteous man exists
Sad man cannot cry in place where man can see
Never witnessed father weep
This old man thought it weak
But strong man don't exist
No undying man exists
Weak man don't exist no
Just flesh and blood exists
But your mother would be proud of you
I bet your mother would be proud of you

The beast will crawl this earth
Then fall in the dirt to feed the crows
They'll rip apart his flesh
Til all that's left is glorious bone
So you'll bury your own
Too vain
You saw it unfold
What you know
And you claimed all you could hold
Until death did you part from the mess you made
I bet your mother would be proud of you
I bet your mother would be proud of you

Primate sharpens tool
To survive and thrive in the jungle
Maybe hearts were made to pump blood
Maybe lungs were made for flood
I won't blunt my blade for cut these chains
Rather let my limbs be drug through mud
You're my brother but your eyes are cold
You're my sister but your womb is bare

I bet our mother would be proud of you
I bet our mother would be proud of you

Bad man don't exist
No evil man exists
I know good man don't exist
No righteous man exists
Strong man don't exist
No undying man exists
Weak man don't exist
No just flesh and blood exists

Frank Ocean - Pink Matter Ft. Andre 3000 Lyrics

Frank Ocean - Pink Matter Ft. Andre 3000 Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
And the peaches & the mangos
You could sell for me
What do you think my brain is made for
Is it just a container for the mind
This great grey matter
Sensei replied what is your woman
Is she just a container for the child
That soft pink matter
Cotton candy Majin Buu
Close my eyes & fall into you
My god she’s giving me pleasure

What if the sky & the stars are for show
And the aliens are watching live
From the purple matter
Sensei went quiet then violent
And we sparred until we both grew tired
Nothing mattered
Cotton candy Majin Buu
Dim the lights & fall into you
My god giving me pleasure
Pleasure pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over matter

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Since you been gone
I been having withdrawals
You were such a habit to call
I ain’t myself at all had to tell myself naw
She’s better with some fella with a regular job
I didn’t wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sittin in awe
Hopped into my car drove far
Far’s too close & I remember
My memories no sharp
Butter knife what a life anyway
I’m building y’all a clock stop
What am I hemingway
She had the kind of body
That would probably intimidate
Any of ‘em that were un-southern
Not me cousin
If models are made for modeling
Thick girls are made for cuddlin’
Switch worlds & we can huddle then
Who needs another friend
I need to hold your hand
You’d need no other man
We’d flee to other lands
Grey matter
Blue used to be my favorite color
Now I ain’t got no choice
Blue matter
You’re good at being bad
You’re bad at being good
For heaven’s sakes go to hell
Knock knock on wood
You’re good at being bad
You’re bad at being good
For heaven’s sakes go to hell
Knock knock knock knock on wood
Well frankly when that ocean so muphuckin good
Make her swab the muphuckin wood
Make her walk the muphuckin plank
Make her rob a muphuckin bank
With no mask on & a rusty revolver

Frank Ocean - Crack Rock Lyrics

Frank Ocean - Crack Rock Lyrics:

(Verse 1)

You don't know how little you matter

Until you're all alone

In the middle of arkansas

With a little rock left in that glass dick

Used to date a blonde

You used to hit it raw

Cause she was & you are madly involved

Madly involved

(Hook)

Hittin stones in glass homes

You're smokin stones in abandoned homes

You hit them stones & broke your home

Crack rock crack rock

Crack rock crack rock

Hittin stones in glass homes

You're smokin stones in abandoned homes

You're hittin stones & broke your home

Crack rock crack rock

Crack rock crack rock

(Verse 2)

You're shuckin & jivin

Stealin & robbin

To get the fixing that you're itching for

Your family stopped inviting you to things

Won't let you hold their infant

You used to get a little cut-up from time to time

But the freaks ain't trying to sleep with cracky

(Hook)

Hittin stones in glass homes

You're smokin stones in abandoned homes

You hit them stones & you broke your home

Crack rock crack rock crack rock

(Verse 3)

Crooked cop dead cop

How much dope can you push to me

Crooked cop dead cop

No good for community

Fuckin pig get shot

300 men will search for me

My brother get popped

& don't no one hear the sound

Don't no one hear the rounds

Don't no one hear the shells

Don't no one hear a sound

Don't no one disturb the peace for riot

Don't no one disrupt nirvana

Don't no one wanna blow the high

Crack rock

Crack rock

Crack rock

How you feeling girl

How's the gutter doing

Crack rock 

Frank Ocean - Sierra Leone Lyrics

Frank Ocean - Sierra Leone Lyrics:

(I was spendin’ too m alExplainone)
Spendin’ too much time alone…
(And I just ran outta Trojans)
Horses gallop to her throne
(We were behaving like teenagers)
We’re behaving like teenagers
(Makin’ less than minimum wage)
Still inside our parents’ homes
(No I don’t live in Denver)
No I don’t live in Denver
(I grew up in Sierra Leone)
And her pink skies will keep me warm
Sierra Leone
Sierra Leone
Tid bits of intuition that I been gettin’ abandon admission (Sierra Leone)
Abandon mission, you must be kiddin’, this shit feelin’ different
Shit feelin’ too good to me
Glistening, shimmerin’ underneath the sunlight, the sunlight (Sierra Leone)
And a new day will bring about the dawn
And a new day will bring another cryin’ babe into the world (girl now)
Our daughter’s reachin’ for the nipple cause it’s time for her to eat
Tonight I’ll lay her in the cradle if it’s time for go to sleep
I sing a Lennon lullaby, she can have a pretty dream
Baby girl if you knew what I know, knew what I know
Na, na na, na na, na…
Na, na na, na na, na…

Frank Ocean - Bad Religion Lyrics

Frank Ocean - Bad Religion Lyrics:

Taxi driver, your my shrink for the hour
Leave the meter running, its rush hour
So take the streets if you wanna
Just outrun the demons, could you?
Allah-hu-akbar, I told him don’t curse me
But boy you need prayer, I guess it couldn’t hurt me
If it brings me to my knees, it’s a bad religion
Undying love, To me it’s nothing but a one man cult
With cyanide in a Styrofoam cup
I can never make him love me,
Never make him love me, no, no
Taxi driver, I swear I’ve got three lives
Balanced on my head like steak knives
I can’t tell you the truth about my disguise
I can’t trust no one
You say, Allah-hu-akbar, I told him don’t curse me
But boy you need prayer, I guess it couldn’t hurt me
If it brings me to my knees, it’s a bad religion
Unrequited love, To me it’s nothing but a one man cult
With cyanide in a Styrofoam cup
I can never make him love me
Never make him love me, no, no
It’s a, it’s a bad religion
To be in love with someone who can never love you
A bad, only bad religion
Could have me the feeling the way I do

Frank Ocean - Golden Girl Ft. Tyler, The Creator Lyrics

Frank Ocean - Golden Girl Ft. Tyler, The Creator Lyrics:

Darker times
They’re telling boulder heavy lies
Looks like all we’ve got is each other
The truth is obsolete
Remember when all I had was my mother
She didn’t compromise
She could recognize
Voodoo
Our daughters and our sons
Are just candles in the sun
Voodoo
Don’t let him see divide
Don’t you let her see divide
Voodoo
She’s got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit
He’s got the whole wide world in his pants
He wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band
Then put the whole wide world on her hands
She’s got the whole wide world in her hands
He’s got the whole wide world in his hands

There’s somethin’ about you
I can’t believe I’m even talking to you, tellin’ you this right now
You’re special
I wish you could see what I see

She peels an orange for us in the morning
She woke me up to give me half
I can hear the children talk of ballin’
Like wildcats running on the grass, hey

You’re a girl on this island
I’m a boy from America
My flight leaves tonight, but I don’t think I’m going backwards
I won’t be going backwards

[Hook]
You’re my golden girl
You’re the one I’ve chosen girl
You’re 24k
You make it bright when it’s grey
You’re my golden girl
The sun has been kind to you
You’re 24k (Girl)
But the sky’s never grey (Never grey)

Silent moments, meditative focus
You break my focus, you make me laugh
Two mopeds racing through the forest
Making dirt clouds on a path, on a path

I’m my best on this island
I’m a mess in America
My flight left last night, but I know I’m not going back home, yeah
I’m not going back home, no

[Hook]

If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still?
If we don’t have to live through hell just to get to heaven
I’mma stay right here with you
Til the hurricane comes, ’til the tsunami comes, I’ve found my girl

[Hook]

Um, you’re my G-O L-D E-N G-I R-L
And that’s for the females that can’t spell, but
Thanks for fucking with me
You turn my dark into light, you’re like a bucket of bleach
You see, I want you to know that
My negatives at home aren’t working for my Kodak
So that means that I don’t want to go back
Just know that I would like to stay here and hold that
Hand of yours, girl I’m a wreck in America
Your face is the best cause it’s the same color as the lace on my neck
And you’re golden, uh, your eyes open, fuck it
Let’s toast and listen to Michael Bolton
I free-fall off the hill again
Let’s see where I land, I’m like Gilligan
Um, I trust you, Golden, for what? ?
I’m just hopin’ that you don’t turn my neck green