Futura Free Lyrics

“Futura Free”

Alright, hold on

If I was being honest
I’d say long as I could fuck three times a day
And not skip a meal, I’m good
I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour
Call my Momma like, “Momma
I ain’t making minimum wage, Momma
I’m on, Momma, I’m on
Now I’m making 400, 600, 800K, Momma
To stand on my feet, Momma
Play these songs, it’s therapy, Momma
They paying me, Momma
I should be paying them”
I should be paying y’all, honest to God
I’m just a guy, I’m not a god
Sometimes I feel like I’m a god, but I’m not a god
If I was I don’t know which heaven would have me, Momma
Let me run this bitch
I’ma run it into the ground, Momma, the whole galaxy
God damn, fuck these lames, they don’t want none
Fuck these lames, they don’t want none
Fuck these niggas
Fuck these niggas, they don’t want none
Fuck these niggas
Fuck you niggas
Fuck me if I hated on you

I’ma stick around
I’m gon’ let my nuts hang
Nigga, you got some just like me don’t you?
Or maybe not just like me
You know I’m Africano Americano
And even if you’re half Japanese, roots run deep
Family tree, throw a big shadow
(Jamming to the rhythm)
Tech company
Please gimme immortality
(It’s a face to face)
I’m going rapidly, fading drastically
(Keep me high, Castrati)
(Punani fade the stress)
Or pull the zip down
Wet your lips first, lick the tip now
(Bugatti left some stretch marks on that freeway)
Smoke some’n
(Marks on that freeway)
They tryna find 2Pac, don’t let ’em find 2Pac
He evade the press, he escape the stress
La la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la (la la la la la)

I’ll keep quiet and let you run your phone bill up
I know you love to talk
I ain’t on your schedule
I ain’t on no schedule
I ain’t had me a job since 2009
I ain’t on no sales floor
You say I’m changing on you
I feel like Selena, they wanna murder a nigga
Murder me like Selena
You must ain’t get the memo
I don’t cuff bitches no more
But your bitch my exception
Come get her outta my photo
I only got one photo
Remember when I had that Lexus, no
Our friendship don’t go back that far
Tyler slept on my sofa, yeah
Niggas go back that far
I ain’t smoked all year
This the last song so, I’m finna wipe that off
Tolerance is so low, still smoke a whole ‘gar
Ménage on my birthday, tap out on the first stroke
‘Cause this ain’t no work day, she don’t give head anyway
‘Cause what niggas say, that’s what she tell her man
What a difference distance makes
Niggas want fight in the streets
Now shit starting to make my hands hurt
Jay hit me on the email, said I oughta act my net worth
Dog this is chess now, not fetch
I ain’t runnin’ for a nigga, ain’t ran since track meets
That’s the only time I ran from a nigga
You could change this track now
Could’ve changed this bitch a long time ago
know and know, know and know
Shout out to Hollygrove, I’m from that 7th though
Twins know and Lance know, Clark know and Matt know
Shit went 180 on me, please run that back though
(Tucks ’til 24)

You say some shit about me?
Turn a real sport, my nigga
That second time Jerron was there, nigga
On God he grabbed me and then that nigga tried to pull me
Yeah, ’cause the nigga tried to boom me in my face
I had AD in a headlock, nigga, I had this nigga like—

Make sure you speak up
What’s your name?
Yo, ayy be quiet. What’s your name? What do you do? What’s your first memory?
The first word I learned to say or that I ever said
What’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever witnessed?
(Uh, hell no)
(You’re not gonna make it, are you?)
Friendship and how it controls the world
Ha-ha-ha, alright, um, what three superpowers do you wish you had? My bad. Say it again
Flying and I want to be invincible
Alright, make sure you speak up
What’s your name?
Maybe we can get a little—a little bit, a little bit, a little bit
I wish I could sleep without, like, being dead
But forever at the same time
Yo, what, what’s, what’s the year 3000 going to look like?
(Dog, stop, stop, stop)
(What you mean bro?)
…Or it could be great and shit can fly and buildings would be very, very tall and everybody won’t know what the ground looks like
That’s fucked up
Chloe, shh, okay, start over right now
Best thing about being me is I got a nice set of friends
Pretty clear mind, I feel like, sometimes
What’s the worst thing about being me? Probably, uh
Having bushy eyebrows, being Drake
I think a lot, a lot, too much. Sometimes I’m very musty
Talents, got any secret talents?
I don’t think so, I’m pretty open with all – everything that I do
Talents? Um, I can play the theremin
Probably my brother just to see how much work he has in one day
Probably, uh, probably Tyler, his life seems pretty awesome. No, actually, no, fuck him. Um, I don’t know, probably Dill ’cause he doesn’t have to do anything at all; just sits inside his house
What’s your name?
Sage Elsesser
What do you do?
I play soccer, and I go to school
Um, I wanna be better at skating
Probably jump off something really high, super high, and try to land in like a handstand or something
Alright, that’s it
I don’t know, there would be a lot of things I’ll do, probably spend a lot of time with my family and tell them I’m going away and probably spend a couple hours with my family and then I’ll go out and just do everything that I ever thought about trying
I don’t know. There’s a lot of things you could do
How far is a light-year? How far is a light-year?
(A second, a thousand years?)

About Frank Ocean Lyrics

Artist: Frank Ocean
Related Songs: Godspeed Lyrics
Album: Blonde
Release date: 
August 20, 2016
Abbey Road (London); Electric Lady (New York City); Henson (Los Angeles)
Contemporary R&B, Progressive soul
Danish Music Award for International Album of the Year, MORE
Length: 60:08
Producer: Buddy Ross; Frank Ocean; ‎Franc

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