[Verse 1: Spark Master Tape]
My kindness hated misportrayed onto a jaded generation of complacent racists racing and a pace to stuff they faces
sh** I'm all about the money, this money leaves you tasteless
With a secret in your attic and two body's in your basement
I'm faceless, sick of all the judgements and they faces
Fukk all those who made it and to all of those who famous
With the b**hes and the riches and the hoes up in the house
They don't care about your Nikes and some blow
[Hook: Frank Ocean]
These b**hes want Nikes
They looking for a check
Tell 'em it ain't likely
Said she need a ring like Carmelo
Must be on that white like Othello
All you want is Nikes
But the real ones
Just like you
Just like me
[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
I don't play, I don't make time
But if you need dick I got you and I yam from the line
Pour up for A$AP
RIP Pimp C
RIP Trayvon, that n***a look just like me
Woo, f**in' buzzin', woo!
That my little cousin, he got a little trade
His girl keep the scales, a little mermaid
We out by the pool, some little mermaids
Me and them gel
Like twigs with them bangs
Now that's a real mermaid
You been holding your breath
Weighted down
Punk madre, punk papa
[Verse 3: Spark Master Tape]
I call my sober moments visions of my truth but I don't do too well
Live between the streets an old couch and my old county jail
Everything they start to rest they say I'm bound to fail so I leave the crib without a dream and no amount for bail
They blame the gang for being lame and only talking chains
I blame the gang talkin' dreams to catch some pocket change
I blame the change of all this makes when they start gettin' paid
But the blame, the blame is on me at the end of the day
And all we just do is get played
With a big check and a house on the way
And the Bugatti I got it in grey
Got a Ducati in Chesapeake Bay
All of my homies still dead in the grave
(all of my homies still dead in the grave)
All of this money, you counting the change?
[Verse 4: Frank Ocean]
He don't care for me
But he cares for me
And that's good enough
We don't talk much or nothin'
But when we talkin' about something
We have good discussion
I met his friends last week, feels like they're up to something
That's good for us
We'll let you guys prophesy
We'll let you guys prophesy
We gon' see the future first
We'll let you guys prophesy
We gon' see the future first
Living so the last night feels like a past life
Speaking of the, don't know what got into people
Devil be possessin' homies, demons try to body jump
Why you think I'm in this b**h wearing a f**ing Yarmulke
Acid on me like the rain
Weed crumbles into glitter
Rain, glitter
We laid out on this wet floor
Away turf, no Astro
Mesmerized how the strobes glow
Look at all the people feet dance
I know that your n***a came with you
But he ain't with you
We only human and it's humid in these Balmains
I mean my balls sticking in my jeans
We breathin' pheromones, Amber Rose
Sippin' pink-gold lemonades
Feelin'
I may be younger but I'll look after you
We're not in love, but I'll make love to you
When you're not here I'll save some for you
I'm not him but I'll mean something to you
I'll mean something to you
I'll mean something to you
You got a roommate, he'll hear what we do
It's only awkward if you're f**ing him too