Frank Ocean - End/Golden Girl

Song Rating: 9.85/10

Song lyrics:

End

Darker times
They’re telling boulder heavy lies
Looks like all we’ve got is each other
The truth is obsolete
Remember when all I had was my mother
She didn’t compromise
She could recognize
Voodoo
Our daughters and our sons
Are just candles in the sun
Voodoo
Don’t let him see divide
Don’t you let her see divide
Voodoo
She’s got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit
He’s got the whole wide world in his pants
He wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band
Then put the whole wide world on her hands
She’s got the whole wide world in her hands
He’s got the whole wide world in his hands

Theres somethin about you
I cant believe Im even talking to you, tellin you this right now
Youre special
I wish you could see what I see

Golden Girl

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
She peels an orange for us in the morning
She woke me up to give me half
I can hear the children soccer ballin
Like wildcats running on the gra**, hey

Youre a girl on this island
Im a boy from America
My flight leaves tonight, but I dont think Im going backwards
I wont be going backwards

[Hook: Frank Ocean]]
Youre my golden girl
Youre the one Ive chosen girl
Youre 24k
You make it bright when its grey


Youre my golden girl
The sun has been kind to you
Youre 24k (Girl)
But the skys never grey (Never grey)

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]]
Silent moments, meditative poses
You break my focus, you make me laugh
Two mopeds racing through the forest
Making dirt clouds on a path, on a path

Im my best on this island
Im a mess in America
My flight left last night, but I know Im not going back home, yeah
Im not going back home, no

[Hook]

[Bridge: Frank Ocean]
If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still?
If we dont have to live through hell just to get to heaven
Imma stay right here with you
Til the hurricane comes, til the tsunami comes, Ive found my girl

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Um, youre my G-O L-D E-N G-I R-L
And thats for the females that cant spell, but
Thanks for f**ing with me
You turn my dark into light, youre like a bucket of bleach
You see, I want you to know that
My negatives at home arent working for my Kodak
So that means that I dont want to go back
Just know that I would like to stay here and hold that
Hand of yours, girl Im a wreck in America
Your face is the best cause its the same color as the lace on my neck
And youre golden, uh, your eyes open, f** it
Lets toast and listen to Michael Bolton
I free-fall off the hill again
Lets see where I land, Im like Gilligan
Um, I trust you, Golden, for wed ring
Im just hopin that you dont turn my neck green

[Outro]


Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 22:47