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Lyrics: Frank Ocean – Nikes

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[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
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 nigga 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 papá
He don’t care for me, but he cares for me
And that’s good enough
We don’t talk much or nothin’
But when we talkin’ ’bout somethin’
We have good discussion
I met his friends last week
Feels like they’re up to somethin’
That’s good for us

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
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 nigga came witcha
But he ain’t witcha
We only human and it’s humid in these Balmains
I mean my balls sticking to my jeans
We breathin’ pheromones, Amber Rose
Sippin’ pink-gold lemonades
Feelin’
[Bridge: Frank Ocean]
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

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[Verse 3: KOHH]

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