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Unity Songtext
von Frank Ocean

Unity Songtext

My hands fatigued and off the opus
Kept it underground, I focus
I feel afterlife, 6 under oath, don't want no hokus pokus
Niggas tryna go pop I draw contact
With my facemask
Nothin' but, nothin' but net
Is you Roger or Novak?
You still are no match, you get no rematch
Boy you missed your moment
Perusing the MOMA
I'm on on my lonely, burst in tears
On his shoulder and it's so cold cause he sculptured
Where's the shaman[?]
[?] for atonement
I never ever trust a pre rolled
I never ever let a random motherfucker shoot the B-roll
Never ask advice from him cause what could he know?
Never fuck someone you wouldn't wanna be though
It forever seems like time's up
We swerve in the Honda
Forever seems like no time, means time flies when you have some
Both nuts weigh two pounds, all on your bitch like futons
My crew saying her crew like niggas came through with the groupons
Hit them with the restock?, couple fries with some mula?
Ain't slowin' down, but you holdin' down
Forever hold you down
Whoever propped you up
Built your structures with your system ruckus with ya, who was fuckin' with ya
Who was your brothers when you needed that?
Seein' that is like a Hail Mary on a fourth down
Hands to the sky

Yeah, peace to the holy, peace to the people that think they know me
Peace to Moschino, cover your ass, your rectum showing
Peace to the boys that we used to beat on
Geto Boy North Face too cold on these hoes
Peace out to Willy B, Bushwick Billy and Face
He should stay killin' in Jesus' name, speakin' his grace
Hands to the sky

1995
Neptunes[?] and peace signs
Chiraq, Palestine[?]
Life would feel 1995
You'd think there were airstrikes on outside?
I put refugees in Margiela
I play kids The Fugees[?]
Lincoln [?] Gucci [?] out on the streets
Order McMansion and two apple pies
I want the Porsche, a Bugatti design
Silicon Valley new venture is tits up
How do I crop your new bitch out my Vine
Signal lost, pay phone, that white light
Jackal
El Chapo, defacto
[?] taco, crunch crackle
Green emerald
Pink diamonds like Apple Jackles

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