I've seen Frank Ocean in plain sight
Riding the Bowery on his BMX bike
Velvet durag, catching the summer breeze
Happy to be out, Happy to not be seen
Ooooo, nothing to show
I was just crossing the road
Fashionably unknown
Tripping up the red carpet
Down the Met Gala Stairs
Ripping out the stars above
Like we belong there
I've been looking for a ride to the beach
I've been swimming in my head too long
Now I need the real thing
Now I need the real thing
Cool down, take another break for a week
Happy to be out, to be free
Now I need the real thing
Now I need the real thing
Oooo, nothing to show
I was just crossing the road
Fashionably unknown
Tripping up the red carpet
Down the Met Gala Stairs
Ripping out the stars above
Like we belong there
