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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Vocals
Ben Reed
Ben Reed
Bass Guitar
Buddy Ross
Buddy Ross
Keyboards
Gang of Four
Gang of Four
Sampled Artist
Malay Ho
Malay Ho
Keyboards
Mikey Alfred
Mikey Alfred
Interviewer
Om'Mas Keith
Om'Mas Keith
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew James Dalrymple Gill
Andrew James Dalrymple Gill
Songwriter
Christopher Breaux
Christopher Breaux
Songwriter
Dave Allen
Dave Allen
Songwriter
David Geoffrey Allen
David Geoffrey Allen
Songwriter
Hugo Burnham
Hugo Burnham
Songwriter
Hugo Hamilton Mark Burnham
Hugo Hamilton Mark Burnham
Songwriter
Jon King
Jon King
Songwriter
Jonathan Michael King
Jonathan Michael King
Songwriter
Malay Ho
Malay Ho
Arranger
Om'Mas Keith
Om'Mas Keith
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Producer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer
Malay Ho
Malay Ho
Producer
Om'Mas Keith
Om'Mas Keith
Producer

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Alright, hold on If I was bein' honest I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day And not skip a meal, I'm good, eh I used to work on my feet for seven dollars a hour Call my momma like "Momma" "I ain't makin' minimum wage, momma" "I'm on, momma, I'm on" "Now I'm makin' 400, 600, 800K, momma" "To stand on my feet, momma" "Play these songs, it's therapy, momma" "They payin' me, momma" "I should be payin' them" I should be payin' y'all, honest to God I'm just a guy, I'm not a god Sometimes I feel like I'm a god, but I'm not a god If I was I don't know which heaven would have me, momma Let me run this bitch I'ma run it into the ground, momma, the whole galaxy God damn, fuck these lames, they don't want none Fuck these lames, they don't want none Fuck these niggas Fuck these niggas, they don't want none Fuck these niggas Fuck you niggas Fuck me if I hated on you I'ma stick around I'm gon' let my nuts hang Nigga, you got some just like me, don't you? Or maybe not just like me, you know I'm Africano Americano And even if you're half Japanese, roots run deep Family tree, throw a big shadow (Jammin' to the rhythm) Tech company, please gimme immortality (It's a face to face) I'm goin' rapidly, fadin' drastically (Keep me high, Castrati) Yeah, or pull the zip down (Punani fade the stress) Wet your lips first, lick the tip now (Bugatti left some stretch marks on that freeway) Smoke some'n (Marks on that freeway) They tryna find 2Pac Don't let 'em find 2Pac He evade the press He escape the stress La, da-da-da-da (La, da-da-da-da) La, da-da-da-da La, da-da-da I'll keep quiet and let you run your phone bill up I know you love to talk I ain't on your schedule I ain't on no schedule I ain't had me a job since 2009 I ain't on no sales floor You say I'm changin' on you I feel like Selena, they wanna murder a nigga Murder me like Selena You must ain't get the memo I don't cut bitches no more But your bitch my exception Come get her outta my four door I only got one four door Remember when I had that Lexus, no Our friendship don't go back that far Tyler slept on my sofa Yeah, niggas go back that far I ain't smoked all year This the last song, so I'm finna wipe that off Tolerance is so low, still smoke a whole 'gar Ménage on my birthday, tap out on the first stroke 'Cause this ain't no work day, she don't give head anyway 'Cuz what niggas say, that's what she tell her man What a difference distance makes Niggas want fight in the streets Now shit starting to make my hands hurt Jay hit me on the email, said I oughta act my net worth Dog, this is chess now, not fetch, I ain't runnin' for a nigga Ain't ran since track meet, that's the only time I ran from a nigga You could change this track now Could've changed this bitch a long time ago Know and know, know and know Shout out to Hollygrove, I'm from that 7th though Twins know and Lance know Clark know and Matt know Shit went 180 on me, please, run that back though (Tucks 'til 24) You say some shit about me? Tuck a real sport, nigga That shit happened the second time? 'Cause Mark saw both times, I only saw the first time The second time, Jerron was there, nigga On God he grabbed me Oh yeah, Jerron told me your ass especially told him Yeah, 'cause the nigga tried to boom me in the face I had AD in a headlock, nigga Make sure you speak up Okay What's your name? Ryan Yo, aye be quiet What's your name? What do you do? What's your first memory? The first word I learned to say, or that I ever said What's the most amazing thing you've ever witnessed? Uh, hell no Friendship and how it controls the world Hahaha, hahaha Hahaha, alright, um What three superpowers do you wish you had? They say they have to be Flying, super strength Alright, what's your name? Maybe we can get a little closer, a little bit, alittle bit, a little bit I wish I could sleep without, like, being dead But forever at the same time Yo, what, what's, what's the... stop, stop, stop (What d'you mean, bro?) And ships could fly Buildings would be very, very tall and everybody won't That's fucked up Chloe! Okay, start over right now Best thing about being me is I got a nice set of frames Pretty clear mind, I feel like sometimes Probably, uh, being great I think a lot, a lot, too much (Oh, man) Talents, got any secret talents? I don't think so I'm pretty open and all in everything that I do Talents? Um, I can play the theremin Probably, uh, probably Tyler, his life seems pretty awesome No, actually, no, fuck him Um, I don't know Probably Dill 'cause he doesn't have to do anything at all Just sits inside his house What's your name? Sage Elsesser What do you do? I play soccer and I go to school Um, I wanna be better at skating It's probably... really high It's super high, I tried to land, like, a handstand or something Alright, that's it I spend a couple hours with my family And I go out and do everything that I ever thought about trying How far is a light year? How far is a light year? A second
Writer(s): Ommas Keith-graham, Charles Christopher Breaux, Jonathan Michael King, Andrew Gill, Hugo Hamilton Mark Burnham, David Geoffrey Allen, Mikey Alfred, Sage Elsesser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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