Mine - Frank Ocean
My head fatiguing off the opus
Kept it underground to focus
I feel afterlife six-under oath don't want no hocus-pocus
Niggas tryna go pop I draw contact rip my face mask
Nothin' but nothin' but net is you Roger or Novak?
You still are no match you get no rematch
Boy you missed your moment
Perusing the MoMA I'm on all my lonely burst in tears
On his shoulder and it's so cold 'cause he's sculpture
Where's the shaman?
Ayahuasca
I had WhatsApp'd him for atonement
I never ever trust the pre-rolled
I never let a random ************ shoot the B-roll
I never ask advice from him 'cause what could he know?
Never **** someone you wouldn't wanna be though
It forever seemed like time's up
When we swerved in the Honda
Now forever seems like no time
I mean time flies when you have some
Both nuts weigh two pounds all on your ***** like futons
My crew saved your crew like
Niggas came through with the Groupons
Cookin' with the grease now truffle fries and Cholula
Are you slowing down?
Are you holding down?
Whoever held you down?
Whoever propped you up built the structures with you?
Swished the buckets with you who was ******* with you?
Really brothers when you needed that?
When you see 'em now is it forced black?
Hail Mary on the fourth down
Hands to the sky yeah
Peace to the holy peace to the people that think they know me
Piece of Moschino cover your a*s your rectum showing
Peace to the boys that we used to be though
Geto Boy North Face too cold on these h*es
Peace out to Willie D Bushwick Billy and 'Face
Piece of steak grillin' in Jesus' name speakin' his grace
Hands to the sky
