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Futura Free



Текст песни Frank Ocean - Futura Free

Futura Free
Frank Ocean
If I was being honest
I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day and not skip a meal I'm good
I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour
Call my momma like momma "I ain't making minimum wage momma"
I'm on momma, I'm on
Now I'm making 400, 600, 800K momma

To stand on my feet momma
Play these songs, it's therapy momma, they paying me momma
I should be paying them
I should be paying 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
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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
Tech company please gimme immortality
I'm going rapidly fading drastically
  Or pulled the zip down
Wet your lips first
Lick the tip now
Smoke some'n
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

N..
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 changing 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
N..
Tyler slept on my sofa yeah
Niggas go back that far
N..
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
Menage 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

Capo off
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