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Frank Ocean
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If I was being honest I'd say long as I could **** three times a day and not skip a meal I'm good I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour Call my momma like momma I ain't making minimum wage momma I'm on momma I'm on Now I'm making 400, 600, 800k momma To stand on my feet momma Play these songs, it's therapy momma, they paying me momma I should be paying them I should be paying y'all honest to God I'm just a guy I'm not a god Sometimes I feel like I'm a god but I'm not a god If I was I don't know which heaven would have me momma Let me run this ***** I'ma run it into the ground momma, the whole galaxy God damn, **** these lames, they don't want none **** these lames, they don't want none **** these ****** **** these ******, they don't want none **** these ****** **** you ****** **** me if I hated on you I'ma stick around I'm gon' let my nuts hang ***** you got some just like me don't you? Or maybe not just like me You know I'm Africano Americano And even if you're half Japanese Roots run deep Family tree, throw a big shadow, tech company Please gimme immortality I'm going rapidly Fading drastically Or pulled the zip down Wet your lips first Lick the tip now Smoke some'n They tryna find 2Pac Don't let 'em find 2Pac He evade the press He escape the stress La da da da da La da da da da La da da da da I'll keep quiet and let you run your phone bill up I know you love to talk I ain't on your schedule I ain't on no schedule I ain't had me a job since 2009 I ain't on no sales floor You say I'm changing on you I feel like Selena They wanna murder a ***** Murder me like Selena You must ain't get the memo I don't cut ******* no more But your ***** my exception Come get her outta my four door I only got one four door Remember when I had that Lexus no Our friendship don't go back that far Tyler slept on my sofa yeah ****** go back that far I ain't smoked all year This the last song so I'm finna wipe that off Tolerance is so low, still smoke a whole 'gar Menage on my birthday Tap out on the first stroke Cause this ain't no work day She don't give head anyway Cuz what ****** say That's what she tell her man What a difference distance makes ****** want fight in the streets now **** starting to make my head hurt Jay hit me on the email Said I oughta act my net worth Dog this is chess now Not fetch I ain't runnin for a ***** Ain't ran since track meet That's the only time I ran from a ***** You could change this track now Could've changed this ***** a long time ago Know and know Know and know Shout out to Hollygrove I'm from that 7th though Twins know and Lance Clark know and Matt know **** went 180 on me Please run that back though You say some **** about me? (Tucks til 24)... On God he grabbed me Had this ***** like... (Outro Interview) I don't know, probably Dill’ cause he doesn't have to do anything at all, sits inside his house How far is a light year? How far is a light year?
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