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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Vocals
Amber Coffman
Amber Coffman
Background Vocals
Malay Ho
Malay Ho
Programming
Om’Mas Keith
Programming
The Mohawks
The Mohawks
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Breaux
Christopher Breaux
Songwriter
James Blake Litherland
James Blake Litherland
Songwriter
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Arranger
Malay Ho
Malay Ho
Arranger
Om'Mas Keith
Om'Mas Keith
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Producer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer
Malay Ho
Malay Ho
Producer
Om’Mas Keith
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
These bitches want Nikes
They looking for a check
Tell 'em it ain't likely
Said she need a ring like Carmelo
You must be on that white like Othello
All you want is Nikes
But the real ones, just like you
Just like me
I don't play, I don't make time
But if you need dick I got you, and I yam from the line
Pour up for A$AP
R.I.P. Pimp C
R.I.P. Trayvon, that **** look just like me
Woo, fuckin' buzzin', woo
That my little cousin, he got a little trade
His girl keep the scales, a little mermaid
We out by the pool, some little mermaids
Me and them gel like twigs with them bangs
Now that's a real mermaid
You been holding your breath
Weighted down
Punk madre, punk papa
He don't care for me
But he cares for me
And that's good enough
We don't talk much or nothing
But when we talking about something
We have good discussion
I met his friends last week
Feels like they're up to something
That's good for us
[Verse 2]
We'll let you guys prophesy
We'll let you guys prophesy
We gon' see the future first
We'll let you guys prophesy
We gon' see the future first
Living so the last night feels like a past life
Speaking of the don't know what got into people
Devil be possessin' homies
Demons try to body jump
Why you think I'm in this bitch wearing a fucking yarmulke?
Acid on me like the rain
Weed crumbles into glitter
Rain, glitter
We laid out on this wet floor
Away turf, no astro
Mesmerized how the strobes glow
Look at all the people feet dance
I know that your **** came with you
But he ain't with you
We only human and it's humid in these Balmains
I mean my balls sticking to my jeans
We breathing pheromones, Amber Rose
Sippin' pink gold lemonades, feelin'
[Bridge]
I may be younger but I'll look after you
We're not in love but I'll make love to you
When you're not here I'll save some for you
I'm not him but I'll mean something to you
I'll mean something to you
I'll mean something to you
You got a roommate, he'll hear what we do
It's only awkward if you're fucking him, too
Written by: Christopher Breaux
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