U-n-i-t-y Lyrics - Frank Ocean

My hands fatigued and off the opus 

Kept it underground, I focus 

I feel afterlife, 6 under oath, don't want no hokus pokus 

Niggas tryna go pop I draw contact 

With my facemask 

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 on my lonely, burst in tears 

On his shoulder and it's so cold cause he sculptured 

Where's the shaman[?] 

[?] for atonement 

I never ever trust a pre rolled 

I never ever let a random motherfucker shoot the B-roll 

Never ask advice from him cause what could he know? 

Never fuck someone you wouldn't wanna be though 

It forever seems like time's up 

We swerve in the Honda 

Forever seems like no time, means time flies when you have some 

Both nuts weigh two pounds, all on your bitch like futons 

My crew saying her crew like niggas came through with the groupons 

Hit them with the restock?, couple fries with some mula? 

Ain't slowin' down, but you holdin' down 

Forever hold you down 

Whoever propped you up 

Built your structures with your system ruckus with ya, who was fuckin' with ya 

Who was your brothers when you needed that? 

Seein' that is like a Hail Mary on a fourth down 

Hands to the sky 

Yeah, peace to the holy, peace to the people that think they know me 

Peace to Moschino, cover your ass, your rectum showing 

Peace to the boys that we used to beat on 

Geto Boy North Face too cold on these hoes 

Peace out to Willy B, Bushwick Billy and Face 

He should stay killin' in Jesus' name, speakin' his grace 

Hands to the sky 

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1995 

Neptunes[?] and peace signs 

Chiraq, Palestine[?] 

Life would feel 1995 

You'd think there were airstrikes on outside? 

I put refugees in Margiela 

I play kids The Fugees[?] 

Lincoln [?] Gucci [?] out on the streets 

Order McMansion and two apple pies 

I want the Porsche, a Bugatti design 

Silicon Valley new venture is tits up 

How do I crop your new bitch out my Vine 

Signal lost, pay phone, that white light 

Jackal 

El Chapo, defacto 

[?] taco, crunch crackle 

Green emerald 

Pink diamonds like Apple Jackles 

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