[Verse : Frank Ocean]
              
These bitches 

         
want Nikes
              
They looking f

     
or a check
              
Tell 'em it ai

    
n't likely
              
Said she need 

         
a ring like Ca

         
rmelo
              
You must be on

        
 that white li

               
ke Othello
              
All you want i

  
s Nikes
            
But the real o

         
nes just like 

         
you, just like

 me
         
I don't play, 

             
I don't make t


ime
           
But if you nee


d dick I got y

ou
      
And I yam from

 the line
            
Pour up for A$

        
AP, R.I.P. Pim

p C
        
RIP Trayvon, t

              
hat nigga look

      
 just like me
       
Woo, fu-ckin' 

              
buzzin', woo!
              
That my little

              
 cousin, he go

           
t a little tra

de
              
His girl keep 

    
the scales, a 

little mer-mai

d
              
We out by the 


pool, some lit

tle mer-maids
            
Me and them ge


l
              
Like twigs wit

              
h them bangs

Now that's a real mermaid
              
You been holdi

         
ng your breath

           
, weighted dow

n
        
Punk madre, pu

            
nk papa
         
He don't care 

              
for me, but he

 
 cares for me
           
And that's goo

    
d enough
         
We don't talk 

much or nothin

'
            
But when we ta

lkin' about so

mething
        
We have good d

     
iscussion
          
I met his frie


nds last week
              
Feels like the

     
y're up to som

ethin'
        
That's good fo

  
r us


[Verse : Frank Ocean]
              
We'll let you 

              
guys prophesy
              
We'll let you 

           
guys prophesy
              
We gon' see th

              
e future first
              
We'll let you 

           
guys prophesy

We gon' see the future first
              
Living so the 

     
last night fee

ls like a past

 life
              
Speaking of th

              
e, don't know 


what got into 

people

Devil be possessin' homies

Demons try to body jump

Why you think 

I'm in this bi

tch wearing a 

fucking Yarmul

ke?
              
Acid on me lik

      
e the rain

Weed crumbles into glitter

Rain, glitter
              
We laid out on

      
 this wet floo

r

Away turf, no Astro
              
Mesmerized how

       
 the strobes g

low

Look at all the people feet dance
              
I know that yo

         
ur nigga came 

with you
       
But he ain't w

ith you
              
We only human 

         
and it's humid


 in these Balm

ains

I mean my balls sticking to my jeans
             
We breathin' p


heremones, Amb

er Rose

Sippin' pink-gold lemonades

Feelin'


[Bridge: Frank Ocean]
         
I may be young

            
er but I'll lo

                     
ok after you
              
We're not in l

            
ove but I'll m

              
ake love to yo

   
u
              
When you're no

            
t here I'll sa

              
ve some for yo

   
u
              
I'm not him bu

  
t I'll mean so

mething to you
         
I'll mean some

             
thing to you
        
I'll mean some

                           
thing to you
              
You got a room

            
mate, he'll he

                
ar what we do
              
It's only awkw

              
ard if you're 


fucking him to

o

[Outro: Instrumental]