Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Lead Vocals
Om'Mas Keith
Om'Mas Keith
Vocals
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Breaux
Christopher Breaux
Songwriter
James Ho
James Ho
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Producer
Malay
Malay
Producer
Om'Mas Keith
Om'Mas Keith
Producer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Recording Engineer
Wil Anspach
Wil Anspach
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chad Carlisle
Chad Carlisle
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brendan Dekora
Brendan Dekora
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ryan Kennedy
Ryan Kennedy
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matty Green
Matty Green
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You don't know how little you matter until you're all alone
In the middle of Arkansas, with a little rock left in that glass dick
Used to date a blonde
You used to hit it raw
'Cause she was and you are madly involved, madly involved
Hitting stones, in glass homes
You're smoking stones, in abandoned homes
You hit them stones, and broke your home
Crack rock, crack rock
Crack rock, crack rock
Hitting stones, in glass homes
You're smoking stones, in abandoned homes
You're hitting stones, and broke your home
Ooh, ah, ooh
Crack rock, crack rock
Crack rock, crack rock
You're shucking and jiving, stealing and robbing
To get the fixing that you're itching for
Your family stopped inviting you to things
Won't let you hold their infant
You used to get a little cut up, from time to time
But the freaks ain't trying to sleep with cracky
Hitting stones, in glass homes
You're smoking stones, in abandoned homes
You hit them stones, and you broke your home
Crack rock
Crack rock, crack rock
Crooked cop, dead cop
How much dope can you push to me?
Crooked cop, dead cop
No good for community
Fuckin' pig get shot
Three hundred men will search for me
My brother get popped
And don't no one hear the sound
Don't no one hear the rounds, ooh, sound
Don't no one hear the shells, ooh, shells
Don't no one hear a sound
Don't no one disturb the peace for riot
Don't no one disrupt nirvana
Don't no one wanna blow the high
Crack rock
Ooh
Crack rock
Ooh
Crack rock
How you feeling, girl?
Ooh
How's the gutter doing?
Crack rock
Written by: Christopher Breaux, Malay
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