Letra U-N-I-T-Y - Frank Ocean
U-N-I-T
U-N-I—Y
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 motherfucker shoot the B-roll
I never ask advice from him 'cause what could he know?
Never fuck 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 bitch 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 fuckin' 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 ass, your rectum showing
Peace to the boys that we used to be though
Geto Boy, North Face too cold on these hoes
Peace out to Willie D, Bushwick Billy, and 'Face
Piece of steak grillin' in Jesus' name, speakin' his grace
Hands to the sky
U-N-I-T-Y, Neptunes and peace signs
Chiraq, Palestine like
Iberville, 1995
You'd think that was airstrikes on outside
I put refugees in my villa, play kids the Fu-Gee-La
All this space Atlanta
Place order McMansion and two apple pies
I want the Porsche-uhh, Bugatti design
Silicon Valley, new venture is tits up
How do I crop your new bitch out my Vine?
Sick, blue nose pit foamin' white like frappo, jacko
El Chapo, de facto
Bell nacho, shell taco, crunch-crackle
Green emerald, pink diamonds like Apple Jack bowl
U-N-I—Y
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 motherfucker shoot the B-roll
I never ask advice from him 'cause what could he know?
Never fuck 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 bitch 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 fuckin' 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 ass, your rectum showing
Peace to the boys that we used to be though
Geto Boy, North Face too cold on these hoes
Peace out to Willie D, Bushwick Billy, and 'Face
Piece of steak grillin' in Jesus' name, speakin' his grace
Hands to the sky
U-N-I-T-Y, Neptunes and peace signs
Chiraq, Palestine like
Iberville, 1995
You'd think that was airstrikes on outside
I put refugees in my villa, play kids the Fu-Gee-La
All this space Atlanta
Place order McMansion and two apple pies
I want the Porsche-uhh, Bugatti design
Silicon Valley, new venture is tits up
How do I crop your new bitch out my Vine?
Sick, blue nose pit foamin' white like frappo, jacko
El Chapo, de facto
Bell nacho, shell taco, crunch-crackle
Green emerald, pink diamonds like Apple Jack bowl
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