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feat. Frank Ocean
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
I know it don't seem difficult to hit you up
But you not passionate about half the shit that you into, and I ain't havin' it
And we both know that I don't mean to offend you, I'm just focused today
And I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you
And I don't know why we argue, and I just hope that you listen
And if I hurt you I'm sorry, the music makes me dismissive
When I'm awake I'm just driftin', I'm not complainin'
It's just to say that I stay pretty busy, lately
And I could be misbehaving, I just hang with my niggas
I'm fuckin' famous if you forgot, I'm faithful
Despite all my what's in my face and my pocket, and this is painfully honest
And when I say it I vomit, on cloudy days when I'm salty
I play the hate to the laundry
State to state for the profit, it ain't a stain on me, nigga
My momma raised me a prophet, I play for dollar incentive
And where I'm walking, it's studded, and half-retarded I stumble
To where she park when she visit, I grab the bottle and chug it
I see the car in the distance, I know the dark isn't coming
For the moment, if I could hold it
She, she seems that
[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
All my dreams got dimmer when I stopped smoking pot
Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
And loving you is a little different, I don't like you a lot
You see, it seems like
[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Iâm coming back I gotta handle business
Vanish to my sleeper seat, left you at terminal three
Iâll meet you down at baggage claim in a couple weeks, a fortnight
And you parade my homecoming, donât cry
You know I canât live in any place I visit
To live and die in LA
I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high every day
But Iâd be sleepy, OCD and paranoid, so
Give me Bolly beach, no molly please, palm, no marijuana trees
Yo hickeys on my aorta and tattoos you could only see
When Iâm playing surfboarder, put whisky in that salt water
I emptied every canteen just to wear that straight edge varsity you thinkâs cool
They thought me soft in High School, thank God Iâm jagged
Forgot you donât like it rough, I mean he called me a faggot
I was just calling his bluff I mean how anal am I gon' be
When Iâm aiming my gun
And whyâs his mug all bloody, that was a three on one?
Standing ovation at Staples I got my Grammyâs and gold
Polka dots on my brit, Iâm not supposed to be stunting
Itâs all melodic this song, I catch this vibe in my sleep
But Iâm just jet-lagged is all, and restless
[Hook: Frank Ocean]
All my dreams got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
Loving youâs a little different I donât like you a lot
I meanâ¦fuck
[Outro]
I donât know what weâre about
What good is West Coast weather if youâre bi-polar?
If Iâma need this sweater
Iâd rather be where itâs cold
Where it snows
I see how it goes
I put the flowers in bowls
I know theyâre coming in droves
Youâll only miss when it goes
(Yeah, I think thatâs it)
When it goesâ¦..
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