Frank Ocean

Nights

Frank Ocean

album:

Blonde (2016)

Nights testo

Round the city, round the clock
Everybody needs you
No you can’t make everybody equal
Although you got beaucoup family
You don’t even got nobody being honest with you
Breathe ‘til I evaporated
My whole body see through
Transportation, handmade
And I know it better than most people
I don’t trust ‘em anyways
You can’t break the law with them
Get some gushy, have a calm night
Shooters killing left and right
Working through your worst night
If I get my money right
You know I won’t need you
And I tell you
I hope the sack is full up
I’m fuckin’, no I’m fucked up
Spend it when I get that
I ain’t trying to keep you
Can’t keep up a conversation
Can’t nobody reach you
Why your eyes well up?
Did you call me from a séance?
You are from my past life
Hope you’re doing well bruh
I been out here head first
Always like the head first
Signal coming in and out
Hope you’re doing well bruh
Everybody needs you
Everybody needs you
Oooh nani nani
This feel like a quaalude
No sleep in my body
Ain’t no bitch in my body

New beginnings ahh
New beginnings wake up ahh
The sun’s going down
Time to start your day bruh
Can’t keep being late on me
Know you need the money if you gon’ survive
The every night shit
The every day shit

Dropping baby off at home before my night shift
You know I can’t hear none of that spend the night shit
That kumbaya shit
Want to see nirvana, but don’t want to die yeah
Wanna feel that na na though
Can you come by, fuck with me after my shift
Know them boys wanna see me broke down and shit
Bummed out and shit, stressed out and shit
That’s every day shit
Shut the fuck up I don’t want your conversation
Rolling marijuana that’s a cheap vacation
My everyday shit, every night shit, my every day shit
(Every night shit)
Night shit, night shit…

All my night, been ready for you all my night
Been waiting on you all my night
I’ll buzz you in just let me know when you outside
All my night, you been missing all my night
Still got some good nights memorized
And the look back’s getting me right

Every night fucks every day up
Every day patches the night up
On God you should match it, it’s that KO
No white lighters til I fuck my 28th up
In 1998 my family had that Acura, oh
The Legend
Kept at least six discs in the changer
Back when Boswell and Percy had it active
Couple bishops in the city building mansions
All the reverends
Preaching self made millionaire status
When we could only eat at Shoney’s on occasion
After ‘trina hit I had to transfer campus
Your apartment out in Houston’s where I waited
Stayin’ with you when I didn’t have a address
Fuckin on you when I didn’t own a mattress
Working on a way to make it outta Texas
Every night

Droppin’ baby off at home before my night shift
You know I can’t hear none of that spend the night shit
That kumbaya shit
Want to see nirvana, but don’t want to die yeah
Wanna feel that na na though, could you come by
Fuck with me after my shift
Know them boys wanna see me broke down
Bummed out, stressed out, everyday shit
Shut the fuck up, I don’t want your conversation
Rolling marijuana, that’s a cheap vacation
My everyday shit, every night shit, my everyday shit, every night shit…

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