Frank Ocean - Nikes lyrics

Special shoutout to the icon dynasty Slip-N-Slide Records I got two versions, I got two versions I got two versions... These b**hes want Nikes (This is a setup) They looking for a check (Oh my god) Tell em it ain't likely (This b**h tryna set me up) Said she need a ring like Carmelo (Hands up, oh my god) Must be on that white like Othello (Oh my, its a real life angel) All you want is Nikes (Yeah) But the real one's just like you (Tell these n***as) Just like me (Tell these guys you ain't basic, tell these guys you [?], you a hottie, this is heaven on earth) But if you need, think I got you and I got a line (But if you're in the party don't bring your shotty Love everybody) Pour one for A$AP (rest in peace) RIP Pimp C (rest in peace) RIP Trayvon, that n***a look just like me Forgive my sins (Remember one thing, remember one thing: don't take no photos in the party) Gotta love pa**ion, gotta love trade Gotta keep the scales, a little mermaid (That's rule number one Rule number two: don't talk no photos in the party) We out by the pool, some little mermaids (Rule number three: I got one left) Female [?] Twigs with the bed Now that's a real mermaid You roll in your bed Where, of [?] (If you in the- If you couldn't get to the-, go your a** to sleep, we in the-) You don't care for me (Special shoutout to the mob n***as) But who cares for me (We keep it hot) And that's good (I've been working on my bod, I feel hot) We don't talk much or nothin' (If we in the- holla at ya gwalla) When we talkin' about something (Oh my god, hold up) We have good discussion (Tell these basic b**hes we don't wear Nike) I mean it feels nice, you won't be lied to or something (You guys are naughty, you a hottie, hold up) That's good for us We’ll let you guys prophesize We gon' see the future first We’ll let you guys prophesize We gon' see the future first Living so the last night feels like a past life Speaking of the, we don’t know what got into people Devil possesors on me 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 and the glitter Rain, glitter We lay it out on this wet floor Away turf, no Astro Mesmerized at the rose gold Looking at all the people feet dance I know that your n***a came with you But he ain't with you The only human is human in these Balmains I mean my bra sticking out of my jeans We breathin pheremones, amber rose Sippin' pink-gold lemonade Feelin' I may be younger but I look after you We're not in love, but I make love to you When you're not here I save some for you I'm not him but I mean something to you I mean something to you I mean something to you You gotta worry, here, here, worry That's only awkward if you forget it too...