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The truth is obsolete Remember when all I had was my mother She didn´t compromise She could recognize Voodoo Our daughters and our sons Are just candles in the sun Voodoo Don´t let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
[Part II: Golden Girl]
[Frank Ocean] She peels an orange for us in the morning She woke me up to give me half I can hear the children soccer 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
[Frank Ocean] 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)
[Frank Ocean] 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
[Frank Ocean] 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)
[ Frank Ocean] If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still? (Tropic, tropic, tropic, breezes, breezes, breezes)
If we don´t have to live through hell just to get to heaven (Tropic, tropic, tropic, breezes, breezes, breezes, breezes) I´mma stay right here, with you (Tropic, tropic, tropic, breezes, breezes, breezes, breezes) Til the hurricane comes, ´til the tsunami comes, I´ve found my gold (Tropic, tropic, tropic, breezes)
[Frank Ocean] 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)
[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