FRENCH MONTANA – Baby Momma Skit

“Ay dawg, I’m about to beat my babe moms up ya heard?
That bitch about to get beat down…early. Ya heard?”
“Fuck she did?” “Yo that bitch- that bitch is listening to that Coke Boys.
I’m- I ain’t with that- dat shit ya heard?
That bitch about to get beat. The fuck. Down. Ya heard?
Drop that shit!”

Frank Turner – Recovery

Blacking in and out in a strange flat in East London
Somebody I don’t really know just gave me something
To Help settle me down and to stop me always thinking about you

And you know you’re life is heading in a questionable direction
When you’re up for days with strangers and you can’t remember anything
Except the way you sounded when you told me you didn’t know what I should do

Well, it’s a long road out to recovery from here
A long way back to the light
A long road out to recovery from here
A long way to making it right

And so I wake up in the morning just like every other day
And just like every boring blues song I get swallowed by the pain
So I fumble for your figurein the darkness just to make it go away

But you’re not lying there any longer and I know that that’s my fault
So I’ve been crawling on the floor and I’ve been pounding on the walls
And I’ve been dipping in my darkness for serotonin boosters, cider and some kind of smelling salts

Well, it’s a long road out to recovery from here
A long way back to the light
A long road out to recovery from here
A long way to making it right

So on the first night we met you sad well darling lets make a deal
If anybody ever asks us, let’s just tell them that we met in jail
And that’s the story that I’m sticking to like a stony faced accomplice
But tonight I need to hear some truth if I’m ever getting through this

Yeah, you once sent me a letter that said if you’re lost at sea
Close your eyes and catch the tide my dear and only think of me
Well, darling now I’m sinking I’m as lost as lost can be
And I was hoping you could drag me broken, down and out to my recovery

If you could just give me a sign, just a subtle little glimmer
Some suggestion that you’d have me if I could only make me better
Then I would stand a little stronger as I walk a little taller all the time

Because I know you are a cynic but I think I can convince you
Because broken people can get better if they really want to
Or at least that’s what I have to tell myself if I am hoping to survive

Well, it’s a long road out to recovery from here
A long way back to the light
A long road out to recovery from here
A long way to making it right

So darling, sweet lover won’t you help me to recover
Darling, sweet lover won’t you help me to recover
Darling, sweet lover won’t you help me to recover
Darling, sweet lover one day this will all be over

Frank Ocean feat. John Mayer – White

Could this be earth, could this be light
Does this mean everythings going to be alright
One look out my window there’s trees talking like people

I dreamt of storms, I dreamt of sound
I dreamt of gravity keeping us around
I slept in the darkness it was lonely and it was silent

What is this love, I don’t feel the same
Don’t believe what this is, could be given a name
I awoke you there chasing planets on my forehead

But I forget 23 like I forget 17
And I forget my first love, like you forget a day dream
And what of all my wild friends, and the times I’ve had with them
But I’ll fade to grey soon on the tv station

FRANK OCEAN feat. John Mayer – White

Could this be earth, could this be light
Does this mean everythings going to be alright
One look out my window there’s trees talking like people

I dreamt of storms, I dreamt of sound
I dreamt of gravity keeping us around
I slept in the darkness it was lonely and it was silent

What is this love, I don’t feel the same
Don’t believe what this is, could be given a name
I awoke you there chasing planets on my forehead

But I forget 23 like I forget 17
And I forget my first love, like you forget a day dream
And what of all my wild friends, and the times I’ve had with them
But I’ll fade to grey soon on the tv station

FRANK OCEAN – Whip Appeal

[Verse 1]
I’m out in front of Supreme, like I own it
Buttercream Benz, goldfinger wheels
Driver can’t steer, but look like Pam Grier
She like “Where’s there parking round here”
That spots reserved, so are those right there
Reserved for who?
For pretty girls in sports cars

[Bridge]
Pretty girl driving my sports car
Cause my license been suspended
Pretty girl driving my sports car
Got my feet up on the wood grain, roof missing

[Hook]
You’ve got that whip appeal
Whipping my stick, shift, gear
You’d be a gun but your a girl
Only if whipping could kill

[Verse 2]
Up and down Mulholland, on the weekends we chill
You’re driving with no shoes — cruise control
Love the way you take the wheel
Got your photo on my air freshener
In a sense just like the

[Bridge]
Pretty girl driving my sports car
Cause my license been suspended
Pretty girl driving my sports car
Got my feet up on the wood grain, roof missing

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I just finished practice
She’s on her way to get me, she’s in traffic
She said give her 20 minutes (I’m finna hop in the shower)
Girl I hope 20 don’t mean an hour
And as the cold water runs over my chest
I’ve been thinking ’bout your skirt on my head rest

Pretty girl driving my sports car
Pretty, roof missing

[Hook x2]

[Verse 4]
I let you drive my Benz
Flossing all your friends round town
I let you fill my seats with shopping bags
I let you go do your thing riding with your friends round town
Riding with your girlfriends
And I always keep it clean
So why don’t you park in the front just to stunt
That’ll make all them bitches mad
Why don’t you lift up the roof just to stunt
It’ll make all them bitches mad
All them girls wanna be you

[Hook]

FRANK OCEAN – Wake Up

[Verse 1:]
From my Lou’s I’m seeing colors
Turquoise, ocean green, hurricane silver, yeah
I’m falling, down a well
Wish you were the water there
Just like a sun without a flame
Fell asleep without a dream
I saw the light fade
I let it drift away
I’m in that air and it’s hard to breathe
Gravity won’t hold my feet
(How’d I let my love breathe?)

[Hook:]
I saw my life flash by the very minute
Saw my lightning, click, click, click
In a little glass bottle
Said I saw my life flash by that very instant
Saw my lighting, click, click, click
In a little glass bottle
Got to save, save me
I know you see me fall
I know you’ve come to die
Save, save me
My love is in the glass
My life is in that bottle
Wake up (just tell me that’s it’s all in my head)
Wake up (remind me that you’re still in my bed)
Wake up (the thought of sleeping in my arms again)
Wake up [x3]

[Verse 2:]
I’m in emerald city, looking for Wizard Oz
Maybe he could tell me the way
To your heart again
I click my J’s three times wishing she would’ve stayed
And then I thought I put her on a plane
Found a diamond for your ring
The crows on Saturn, then I’m back in L.A
I woke up, she ain’t there
Levitating off the mattress
Baby where you at?
I said, oh, baby where you at?

[Hook:]
I saw my life flash by the very minute
Saw my lightning, click, click, click
In a little glass bottle
Said I saw my life flash by that very instant
Saw my lighting, click, click, click
In a little glass bottle
Got to save, save me
I know you see me fall
I know you’ve come to die
Save, save me
My love is in the glass
My life is in that bottle
Wake up (just tell me that’s it’s all in my head)
Wake up (remind me that you’re still in my bed)
Wake up (the thought of sleeping in my arms again)
Wake up [x3]

[Outro:]
It’s just a dream

FRANK OCEAN – Thinkin Bout You

A tornado flew around my room before you came
Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn’t rain
In Southern California, much like Arizona
My eyes don’t shed tears, but, boy, they bawl

When I’m thinkin’ ’bout you
(Ooh, no, no, no)
I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
(You know, know, know)
I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
Do you think about me still?
Do ya, do ya?

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)

No, I don’t like you, I just thought you were cool
Enough to kick it
Got a beach house I could sell you in Idaho
Since you think I don’t love you, I just thought you were cute
That’s why I kiss you
Got a fighter jet, I don’t get fly it, though

I’m lyin’ down thinkin’ ’bout you
(Ooh, no, no, no)
I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
(You know, know, know)
I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
Do you think about me still?
Do ya, do ya?

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)

Yes, of course
I remember, how could I forget?
How you feel?
And though you were my first time
A new feel
It won’t ever get old, not in my soul
Not in my spirit, keep it alive
We’ll go down this road
‘Til it turns from color to black and white

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)

FRANK OCEAN feat. Earl Sweatshirt – Super Rich Kids

[Hook]
Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain’t around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy’s jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
Start my day up on the roof
There’s nothing like this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times babe
It’s good times, yeah
She wash my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We’ll both be high, the help don’t stare
They just walk by, they must don’t care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do

[Hook]
Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain’t around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy’s jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends

[Bridge]
Real love, I’m searching for a real love
Oh, real love, I’m searching for a real love
Oh, real love

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Close your eyes for what you can’t imagine; we are the xany gnashing
Caddy smashing, bratty ass; he mad, he snatched his daddy’s Jag
And used the shit for batting practice, adamant and he thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed
Panicking, patch me up; Pappy done latch keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and mammy done had enough
Brash as fuck, breaching all these aqueducts; don’t believe us
Treat us like we can’t erupt, yup

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
We end our day up on the roof
I say I’ll jump, I never do
But when I’m drunk I act a fool
Talking ’bout, do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge, she grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It’s good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market’s down like 60 stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash

[Hook]
Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain’t around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy’s jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends

[Outro]
Real love (ain’t that something rare)
I’m searching for a real love (talking ’bout real love)
Real love, yea
Real love (real love)
I’m searching for a real love
Talking ’bout a real love

FRANK OCEAN – Start

[Laughter]
They look like twins
That was embarrassing

FRANK OCEAN – Sierra Leone

(I was spendin’ too much time alone)
Spendin’ too much time alone…
(And I just ran outta Trojans)
Horses gallop to her throne
(We were behaving like teenagers)
We’re behaving like teenagers
(Makin’ less than minimum wage)
Still inside our parents’ homes
(No I don’t live in Denver)
No, I don’t live in Denver
(I grew up in Sierra Leone)
And her pink skies will keep me warm
Sierra Leone
Sierra Leone
Tid bits of intuition that I been gettin’ abandon admission (Sierra Leone)
Abandon mission, you must be kiddin’, this shit feelin’ different
Shit feelin’ too good to me, glistening,
Shimmerin’ underneath the sunlight, the sunlight (Sierra Leone)
And a new day will bring about the dawn
And a new day will bring another cryin’ babe into the world (girl now)
Our daughter’s reachin’ for the nipple cause it’s time for her to eat
Tonight I’ll lay her in the cradle if it’s time for go to sleep
I sing a Lennon lullaby, she can have a pretty dream
Baby girl if you knew what I know, knew what I know
Na, na na, na na, na…
Na, na na, na na, na…

FRANK OCEAN – Read The Stars

I heard my teacher say that I’d be better off
If I just took what I’ve been given
They say I never know what to do
Unless I’m told
I feel underestimated, So unaccounted for
Then you want to call me to your office right after school
And tell me your version of my future

[Chorus]
But let’s take all the frames off the walls
I wanna see one diploma that says “you can read the stars”
Don’t talk me out of it
Don’t talk me out of it
It’s my life, Don’t talk me out of my life
It’s my life

I used to put an apple on Ms. Jacob’s desk,
But she never liked me
She said I’m gon’ fail, no matter what I give
She said ’cause my skin wasn’t light enough
Tuition wasn’t high enough
I couldn’t understand just what I did.
So underestimated, You left me unaccounted for
Now you want to me your version of my future.

[Chorus x2]
But let’s take all the frames off the walls
I wanna see one diploma that says “you can read the stars”
Don’t talk me out of it
Don’t talk me out of it
It’s my life, Don’t talk me out of my life

It’s my life

Just tell me how
You’re much better than me now
You tore me down till there was nothing left
Look at me, Look at me, Look at me, Look at me,
I’m still standing
Look at me
Look at me now, Look me in my eyes

[Chorus x2]
But let’s take all the frames off the walls
I wanna see one diploma that says “you can read the stars”
Don’t talk me out of it
Don’t talk me out of it
It’s my life, Don’t talk me out of my life

It’s my life
It’s my life
It’s my life

FRANK OCEAN – Pyrite (Fool’s Gold)

[Verse 1:]
Babe, just say you miss me, is it that hard?
Too long since I’ve heard about our love
Am I in this by myself? Hey yeah
With rose colored lenses on my store bought frames
To see something other than these blues and grays
I need something different, hey yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause you ain’t feeling the same

[Hook:]
Who knows, maybe I’m crazy, that’s one big maybe
But even a fool knows when it’s gold, gold, gold
I know pyrite from 24 karat, yeah
Cubic’s from genuine diamond, yeah
A call from the woman who loves you and hello from a friend
I know when it’s real, I know how to tell
I know the difference between what you say and how you feel
Oh, oh I know when it’s real

[Verse 2:]
Oh, I can tell the difference every time that you call
But I don’t need a drink I need some time in my car
Time to drive and think, time to park and cry
You shoulda known you were beautiful
You shoulda known what I saw in you, yeah
Please forgive me for feeling like it’s all your fault
A heavy heart can’t carry blame for the loss

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
You might not notice but I’m a man with pride
And this hurts me baby deep down, deep down
I can’t let go of this, gotta know I tried
It’s pathetic baby don’t lie, don’t lie
I’m a candle, you’re the sun
And you’re burning baby, you’re burning baby
Burning up, burning up
Burning up, burning up, burning up, yeah

[Outro:]
Pyrite from 24 karat yeah
Cubic’s from genuine diamond yeah
A call from the woman who loves you
And hello from a friend
We’ll never be more than friends
We’ll never be…

FRANK OCEAN – Pyramids

Set the cheetahs on the loose
There’s a thief out on the move
Underneath our legion’s view
They have taken Cleopatra, Cleopatra

Run run run come back for my glory
Bring her back to me
Run run run the crown of our pharaoh
The throne of our queen is empty

And we’ll run to the future
Shining like diamonds in a rocky world
A rocky, rocky world
Our skin like bronze and our hair like cashmere
As we march to the rhythm
On the palace floor
Chandeliers inside the pyramid
Tremble from the force
Cymbals crash inside the pyramid
Voices fill up the halls

Set the cheetahs on the loose
There’s a thief out on the move
Underneath our legion’s view
They have taken Cleopatra, Cleopatra

The jewel of Africa
What good is a jewel that ain’t still precious
How could you run off on me?
How could you run off on us?
You feel like God inside that gold
I found you laying down with Samson
And his full head of hair
Found my black queen Cleopatra
Bad dreams Cleopatra

Remove her
Send the cheetahs to the tomb
Our war is over, our queen has met her doom
No more she lives, no more serpent in her room
No more, it has killed Cleopatra, Cleopatra

Big sun coming strong through the motel blinds
Wake up to your girl for now let’s call her Cleopatra, Cleopatra
I watch you fix your hair
Then put your panties on in the mirror, Cleopatra
Then your lipstick, Cleopatra
Then your six inch heels
Catch her
She’s headed to the pyramid

She’s working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight

Pimping in my convos
Bubbles in my champagne
Let it be some jazz playing
Top floor motel suite, twisting my cigars
Floor model TV with the VCR
Got rubies in my damn chain
Whip ain’t got no gas tank
But it still got woodgrain
Got your girl working for me
Hit the strip and my bills paid
That keep my bills paid
Hit the strip and my bills paid
Keep a nigga bills paid

She’s working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid

You showed up after work I’m bathing your body
Touch you in places only I know
You’re wet and you’re warm just like our bathwater
Can we make love before you go
The way you say my name makes me feel like
I’m that nigga
But I’m still unemployed
You say it’s big but you take it
Ride cowgirl
But your love ain’t free no more, baby
But your love ain’t free no more

She’s working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
That’s right
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight

FRANK OCEAN – Private Show

Yeah – bring it up for a kid
In the club, what the time is?
I wanna play with you baby
Can you hear me?
Oh, it’s a sold out crowd
I’m kinda nervous, and
They yellin my name out
Can you hear ‘em?
Ohhhhhh, oh I would cancel if I could
Ohhhhhh, and if you said I loved you then I would

[Chorus]
Make it a, private show, intimate affair
Sittin in the front row, only ones here
Said you want a, private show, said you want a, private show
If you want a, private show
Close the club then, close the club then
Close the club then
Private show, intimate affair
Dancin in the front row, only one here
Said you want a, private show, said you want a, private show
And you want it
Gotta have your backstage pass in order [2X]

I really love my fans
So we gotta move quickly
I want something this year
Don’t shout out encore
You can sing along to my songs and then
Then a round of applause then
Girl hhh, oh I would cancel if I could
Ohhhhhh, and if you said I loved you then I would

[Chorus]

Live, so much better than the radio, bet-better than the radio [3X]
Live, so much better than the [2X]

[Chorus]

FRANK OCEAN feat. Andr̩ 3000 РPink Matter

And the peaches and the mangos
That you could sell for me…
What do you think my brain is made for
Is it just a container for the mind
This great grey matter
Sensei replied, what is your woman
Is she just a container for the child
That soft pink matter
Cotton candy Majin Buu
Close my eyes and fall into you
My god she’s giving me pleasure

What if the sky and the stars are for show
And the aliens are watching live
From the purple matter
Sensei went quiet then violent
And we sparred until we both grew tired
Nothing mattered
Cotton candy Majin Buu
Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you
My god, giving me pleasure
Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
Pleasure over matter

[André 3000]
Since you been gone
I been having withdrawals
You were such a habit to call
I ain’t myself at all had to tell myself naw
She’s better with some fella with a regular job
I didn’t wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sittin’ in awe
Hopped into my car drove far
Far’s too close and I remember
My memories no sharp
Butter knife what a life anyway
I’m building y’all a clock stop
What am I, Hemingway?
She had the kind of body
That would probably intimidate
Any of ‘em that were un-southern
Not me cousin
If models are made for modeling
Thick girls are made for cuddlin’
Switch worlds and we can huddle then
Who needs another friend
I need to hold your hand
You’d need no other man
We’d flee to other lands

Grey matter
Blue used to be my favorite color
Now I ain’t got no choice
Blue matter

You’re good at being bad
You’re bad at being good
For heaven’s sakes go to hell
Knock knock knock knock on wood

You’re good at being bad
You’re bad at being good
For heaven’s sakes go to hell
Knock on wood
For heaven’s sakes go to hell
Knock knock knock on wood

Well frankly when that ocean so mahfuckin’ good
Make her swab the mahfuckin’ wood
Make her walk the mahfuckin’ plank
Make her rob a mahfuckin’ bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver

FRANK OCEAN – Pilot Jones

We once had things in common
Now the only thing we share is the refrigerator
Ice cold, baby, I told you, I’m ice cold (ice cold!)
You out here flyin’ high (high!)
Go ahead, fly that thing!
High! High!
But fly alone

[Verse 1]
You always smokin’ in the house
What if my mother comes over?
You can’t get up and get a job
Cause this little hustle’s getting you by
You’re the dealer and the stoner with the sweetest kiss around

[Hook]
I know what I was on, I had a Pilot Jones
She took me high, then she took me home
Pilot Jones, Pilot Jones

[Verse 2]
Tonight she came stumblin’ across my lawn again
I just don’t know why I keep on tryin’ to keep a grown woman sober
See there you go reachin’ up your blouse and no I don’t want a child
But I ain’t been touched in a while by the dealer
And the stoner with the sweetest kiss I’ve ever known

[Hook]
I know what I was on, I had a Pilot Jones
She took me high, then she took me home
Pilot Jones, Pilot Jones

[Verse 3]
In the sky up above, the birds
I saw the sky like I never seen before
You thought I was above you
Above this in so many ways
But if I got a condo on a cloud
Then I guess you can stay at my place
I’ma get one
I need ya
Admit it
You’re my Pilot Jones

FRANK OCEAN – Not Just Money

Stop thinking of this as being money
It’s just money, I’ma make more
No, no no no no no
Please decondition yourself
It’s not just money
It’s happiness
It’s the difference between happy, being happy and sad
It’s the difference between having a home and living on the streets
That’s what it is, it’s not just money
It’s so much more than that
Right now it’s the difference between you being able to go to a prom
And disappointing a girl
As I told you from the beginning, I don’t have money
I have bills to pay, but that meant nothing to you
Absolutely nothing
Let’s see, I have
Ooh yeah, I’ma make myself a hot link when I get home
It meant nothing to you
Savin’ my seven dollars

FRANK OCEAN – No Love

[Verse 1:]
Okay, thought about it for a minute
Can’t let love go spinnin’ down the drain now
You’re my homie, baby you’re my homie
Simple math, pen & pad; gotta work out

You’re my homie, baby you’re my homie
But you’re my only, baby you’re my only
Just grab a pencil, don’t you wanna help out
It can’t be hard

[Hook:]
Gotta find the answers to the problem
Ain’t no answers here without you, no
Been writin’ all day, fillin’ my page
Tryna fix this, wrackin’ my brain
No love still [x3]
Been writin’ all day, tryna work it out
Waiting on you, can’t do it by myself
No love still [x3]
No love

[Verse 2:]
Okay, I’m gonna tell you everything
The whole truth, not fractions of a bad lie

You’re my homie, baby you’re my only
She’s the past, She’s my future, my right now
You’re my homie, baby you’re my homie
And I’m sorry, girl you gotta know it
Grab a seat, just try to hear me out boy
I know it’s hard

[Hook]

Wish I could use a calculator, but it won’t even work
Can’t use an elevator, to get back up to you
Never had a clue

[Hook]

FRANK OCEAN – No Bonnie

[Verse 1:]
I’m running from the man, I’m running from my flag
I made love to my lady before I packed
I left her while she slept
I put eighty-seven grand cash in the glove-box
I left the keys to the car by the bed
‘Cause I got her

[Hook:]
Oh, I wish she could be the Bonnie to my Clyde
But I won’t risk her life for mine
No oh, not for mine
No Bonnie, no Bonnie I’m sorry so sorry

[Verse 2:]
I’m running water through my hands
And flipping pictures in my head of her
I wish I taught the girl how to shoot a gun
So I wouldn’t worry as much
Oh, last night
I put eighty-seven grand cash in the glove-box
I left the keys to the car by the bed
‘Cause I got her

[Hook x2]

No Bonnie

[Bridge:]
The money should last awhile
But I know without a dime she got me
When the feds come around she got me
No snitching allowed from my baby
My Bonnie, My Bonnie

[Hook x2

[Outro:]
No Bonnie
No Bonnie, I’m sorry
So sorry
So sorry
No Bonnie

FRANK OCEAN – Monks

Mosh pits and bare chest
Stage diving sky diver
Spray the crowd with cold water
Now it’s mosh pits and wet tits
I think I need a cold shower
Cool waters
African girl speaks in English accent
Likes to fuck boys in bands
Likes to watch westerns
And ride me without the hands
Show me her passport
She’s on her own tour
But you’re beautiful to me
Wave ‘em high girl to the sky
But you’re beautiful to me
(We’re in the clouds)
Wave ‘em high girl to the sky
But you’re beautiful to me
(Life in the clouds)
Keep em high y’all
(Beautiful stars)
In the sky

Monks in the mosh pit
Stage diving Dalai Lama
Feet covered in cut flowers
They mosh for enlightenment
Clean chakra, good karma
One with the water
Indian girl sleeps above the temple
Planning a run away young at heart
You found a boyfriend
And now you wanna get away, get away
Just a virgin lover on a getaway, getaway
And at sunset they’re gonna try and get away, get away
Abhaya Mudra

I never ask for much
But please keep up lover
We’ve got no choices left
The running’s fast
Run run run run
You’re beautiful to me
Run run run run, you’d better run
You mean so much to me

In my world
We made it safely
Even with your father’s army trailing us
We escaped him
Even with his archer’s bows at our backs
What a great escape
But there’s a long way still in fact
We’re lost in a jungle underneath these clouds
There’s a monsoon that never ends
A coke white tiger woke us from our slumber
To guide and protect us til the end

We’re in the clouds
Wave ‘em high now to the sky
But you’re beautiful to me
Keep ‘em high y’all, show you right
But you’re beautiful to me
Beautiful