Текст песни Frank Ocean - End

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Жанр: R'n'B
Исполнитель: Frank Ocean
Альбом: channel ORANGE
Длительность: 02:15
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Darker times They’re telling boulder heavy lies Looks like all we’ve got is each other The truth is obsolete Remember when all I had was my mother She didn’t compromise She could recognize Voodoo Our daughters and our sons Are just candles in the sun Voodoo Don’t let him see divide Don’t you let her see divide Voodoo She’s got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit He’s got the whole wide world in his pants He wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band Then put the whole wide world on her hands She’s got the whole wide world in her hands He’s got the whole wide world in his hands There's somethin' about you I can't believe I'm even talking to you, tellin' you this right now You're special I wish you could see what I see She peels an orange for us in the morning She woke me up to give me half I can hear the children talk of ballin' Like wildcats running on the grass, hey You're a girl on this island I'm a boy from America My flight leaves tonight, but I don't think I'm going backwards I won't be going backwards [Hook] You're my golden girl You're the one I've chosen girl You're 24k You make it bright when it's grey You're my golden girl The sun has been kind to you You're 24k (Girl) But the sky's never grey (Never grey) Silent moments, meditative poses You break my focus, you make me laugh Two mopeds racing through the forest Making dirt clouds on a path, on a path I'm my best on this island I'm a mess in America My flight left last night, but I know I'm not going back home, yeah I'm not going back home, no [Hook] If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still? If we don't have to live through hell just to get to heaven I'mma stay right here with you Til the hurricane comes, 'til the tsunami comes, I've found my girl [Hook] [Tyler, The Creator] Um, you're my G-O L-D E-N G-I R-L And that's for the females that can't spell, but Thanks for fucking with me You turn my dark into light, you're like a bucket of bleach You see, I want you to know that My negatives at home aren't working for my Kodak So that means that I don't want to go back Just know that I would like to stay here and hold that Hand of yours, girl I'm a wreck in America Your face is the best cause it's the same color as the lace on my neck And you're golden, uh, your eyes open, fuck it Let's toast and listen to Michael Bolton I free-fall off the hill again Let's see where I land, I'm like Gilligan Um, I trust you, Golden, for wed ring I'm just hopin' that you don't turn my neck green
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