Frank Ocean - Astro lyrics

[Verse One: Hodgy Beats] I said n***as be takin' life too serious I swear my music take lives - uh, period Mellowhype, things are dependent-free mind-pyramids Breaking walls down, never a Black Hawk Down, oh They put a label on me but I see they're all clowns That's why I talk English and think fast Feel my words through the ink's last letter Which'll never turn his back, back catcher, I grab Extra magazines I'm in, to remind me of the places I've been Returning to visit again, me and my f**in' friends Before I hit the stage I clench my microphone until my fist hurt Before I eat sushi, I'd rather get to know the fish first For all the cats behind my time, that rhyme - that sh**'s worth Everything in my mental state now I'm secure, mental ways Dental plates in my jaw for spitting raw just because I like to floss my talent [Hook: Frank Ocean] Think I'm-a wear the yellow tux at the Grammy's And rock out with my co*k out... Like "who this kid think he is?" It's just something I've seen Prince do It's true... No matter what, I'm showing up Who gives a flying floating f** What people say, or think? Cause end of the day, start of the day they all said we wouldn't get here anyway You blink, and Wolf Gang's in this b**h... [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] When I was a kid I wanted to be just like you (When I grew up, when I, when I, grew up) Write my own rhymes, recite 'em a couple times Hoping one day it blew up so me and my n***as could shine I got 3 quarters and about 10 dimes You can split them 10's up cause both these quarters are mine Let's f**in' celebrate, Wolf Gang confederate We made it, we made it, we made it and you hatin' Cause we made it and we made it And that is not an understatement (oh!) I put that on the people that I stay with Live day to day with, tour bus is the slave ship n***as worked the grave shift, record clean up and play disc We must be misbehaving But the fans love it, they get the subject n***as claim be rappers but don't fulfil the substance f**in rubbish, I'll dust quick Nothing to f** with, I've got my hands on my balls, like my nuts itch [Hook] [Outro: Frank Ocean] I remember I first played Trick some OF sh** And he fronted on it like.. nah that sh** will never work Ha ha ha, like what? Family: these 2 wrists of mine I had to make them gold You gotta let me shine... If you're a friend of mine Ask any friend of mine I'll never block your glow, won't curb your high We be, in a place they never been Hellabands, for the hell of it In Paris Paris Paris White wings on desert sand Flyin' over the Taliban... Probably We be in a place they never been Hellabands, for the hell of it In Paris Paris Paris White wings on desert sand Flyin' over the Taliban... Probably