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Come On World, You Can't Go!
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Frank Ocean
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh I see your eyes, eyes fall You don't wanna cry You keep your eyes closed I could be great, I'm on my way I want escape, I can escape Uh, I could be great, I'm on my way If I want escape, I can escape Uh, I could be great, I'm on my way If I want escape, I could escape Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm I see your eyes, I see your eyes fall You don't wanna cry so, you keep your eyes closed I could be great, I'm on my way If I want escape, I can escape I could be great, I'm on my way If I want escape, I can escape Uh, comin' out fadin', telephone gauge I had an M5, headlights, I spotted the keys Race on a date, race and sedate I know you lie, you just don't lie to my face I keep it graceful, I-I can escape, huh, huh Comin' out fadin', telephone gauge Had an M5, headlights, I spotted the jakes Race on a date, race and sedate I know you lie, you just don't lie to my face An' I could be great [Break] How was that? Oh, it's fire? Cool, cool Yeah I saw your eyes, I saw your eyes fall You don't wanna cry, so you kept your eyes closed I could be great, I'm on my way If I wanna escape, I can escape Uh, we was on a date I took you to Met, kisses, outside your favorite I don't like fried chicken, I don't want no Chick-fil-A And I don't even rob, niggas, can't do that job through the day Comin' out fake, turn off engage I had the M5 when the headlights was spotted out the jakes Race on a date, race and sedate I know you lie to me, you just don't lie to my face I can be great, so I'm grateful for it You just wanna hate, you gotta give for it You don't wanna fight, you ain't built for that, uh? That roll call, you can see my hands Jaws gon' break, lip gon' bust, you like I snuck up on me and ain't say nothin' Bit until my tongue gushes, I couldn't say that Huh, I ain't say nothin' I ain't say nothin', uh, uh I say nothin', mm, I say nothin' What you dream for? Dream for, mm Used to play tough with the cops, had ideas (Go, go) Through the protests, hold me in spot, and I'll go Black folk know what talkin' white mean, but still Hold two open hands up in the sky, finger quotes In my gang, the youth, my lames used to smell like Polo tees Mazel tov toss him a bottle, like what Puff did to Steve You can't tote your own weight, then what's this bullshit even 'bout? Crystals on your lil' feet, that's all that dust protein Swoop Tremaine from Calabasas In a Brit sports car We used to cypher in Marc Jacobs Had the library card At Scott's comparing the silver spoons To plastic knives and sporks I was the dog breathless chasing the car up the street If I ever catch it I'll panic That's the flaw in me And nothing glamorous about growing Up Poor and naive Standing on the balls of my feet Trying to pray before I sleep Go ahead red light, standing at the waterfront district Now my head on a cushion Like pink, I'm revvin', like green, I'm swimmin' Someone like you, someone like me, ring finger, might sure get took it Wrist like springs, natural springs, waterin' head, no cookie Other than me and you, and nobody else comin' between a cool star We got the camera on Monday We made a movie on Tuesday, f*ck We got to look, to look, we never seen stars, it looks so bright Damn, I try to sleep, can't get a lot, made dreams bleed into days The pressure couldn't stop the bleeding, I started seeing things Watching out for demons Blocking out them like to screen these plays I was always reading ya There's some heaven where the sun don't shine And I started feeling like p*ssy poppin was the paradigm Get my dick wet, maritime I'm immersified [these days, you babe, you babe] All my friends in smoke, smoke blazing, trail behind Or he rose in front of mine It's rappers who evolve with time Reductive in all the rhymes But that time they enforce the biased You know, it's some cops stop and frisk the guy 'Cause he brown so of course he sized And all the gangs these lames it's extorted by Switch lanes in the Porsche I driving That the police Ford Explorer by Sirens screaming like they four or five Throwing tantrums on the 405 So I don't wait, like I'm tryna gain Don't hibernate in the winter That's where summer bodies are made Just leg days like a sprinter With the brown, baby blue interior Big Bs like GMOs And they sting on my eyes closed All I see with my eyes closed Blame my emo on time zones It's the same but different sets of twins, siblings Experience excesses Go ahead red light, standing at the waterfront district Now my head on a cushion Like pink, I'm revvin', like green, I'm swimmin' Someone like you, someone like me, ring finger, might sure get took it Wrist like springs, natural springs, waterin' head, no cookie Other than me and you and nobody else comin' between a cool star We got the camera on Monday We made a movie on Tuesday, f*ck We got the look, good looks, ain't never seen stars that look so bright [Post-Chorus] Prayin' mantis, flipped by the asian's first fall of rain, big Pharrell, prayin' hands Big P, big P, bust our face, keep up those alien hands I wanna see the money in cash so that I could truly grasp Makin' a save, they got that a favor, big for a prayin' hands Big P, big P, big P, big P Yeah, huh, big P Speakin' of God, at ten years old, I switched church homes Speakin' of God, speakin' of God, speakin' of God Yeah, hmm Don't wanna talk me off the ledge, mmm Gotta get in my, mmm Gotta get in my own head Ooh, yeah You can go there, yeah Whenever you feel like it, duh, nuh, huh, nuh Mm, the first, though, maybe keep it in four, though Uh-huh Speakin' of God, at ten years old, I switched church homes The bishop was tweakin', and we was Baptist So how you a bishop? Like, technically speakin' You drove a white Rolls, me and my family was tight, bros Difference between havin' a home and not havin' a home is a tightrope Vistin' Catholic churches, the pastor was quiet as mice, so Minister spoke on a microphone They had no choir, so silent, I thought I heard Christ, cold Need a messiah, run out the house from home while she's seven months pregnant with Ryan I figured I'd go to the East with my team for some peace and quiet I ended up runnin the streets with my cousin sittin' in the back Listenin' to beats, schemin' on schemes that can't even pass It's strategy, murder your cells, I'm far according to stats I pray that the plots clearin', thick, it's bulletproof glass So much where the death is, the visions of days You keep speakin' of death, it starts to seem' like a new car you're gonna buy Starts poppin' up on your way to work You see it all the time, always passin' by Call it plan Beetle, Bug, yeah, it's on sight, better throw a punch Runnin' late to Teterboro, made the plane wait 'cause there's no rush Calls for no one oceans from above, kinda look like bubbles on the tub Kinda like mmm
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