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frank ocean - unity lyrics

[intro]
u-n-i-t
u-n-i

[verse 1]
my head fatiguing off the opus
kept it underground to focus
i feel afterlife, six under oath, don’t want no hocus pocus
n-ggas tryna go pop, i draw contact, rip 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 all on my lonely, burst in tears
on his shoulder and it’s so cold ’cause he’s sculpture
where’s the shaman, ayahuasca
i had whatsapp’d him for atonement
i never ever trust the pre-rolled
i never let a random motherf-cker shoot the b-roll
i never ask advice from him ’cause what could he know?
never f-ck someone you wouldn’t wanna be though
it forever seemed like time’s up
when we swerved in the honda
now forever seems like no time
i mean, time flies when you have some
both nuts weigh two pounds, all on your b-tch like futons
my crew saved your crew
like n-ggas came through with the groupons
cookin’ with the grease now, truffle fries and cholula
are you slowin’ down? are you holdin’ down?
whoever held you down
whoever propped you up, built the structures with you
swished the buckets with ya, who was f-ckin’ with ya?
really brothers when you needed that?
when you see ’em now is it forced black?
hail mary on fourth down
hands to the sky, yeah

[verse 2]
peace to the holy, peace to the people that think they know me
piece of moschino, cover your -ss, your r-ct-m showing
peace to the boys that we used to be though
geto boy north face too cold on these hoes
peace out to willie d, bushwick billy and face
piece of steak grillin’ in jesus’ name, speakin’ his grace
hands to the sky

[verse 3]
u-n-i-t-y, neptunes and peace signs
chiraq, palestine like
iberville 1995
you’d think that was airstrikes on outside
i put refugees in my villa, play kids the fu-gee-la
all this sp-ce atlanta
place order mcmansion and two apple pies
i want the porsche bugatti design
silicon valley, new venture is t-ts up
how do i crop your new b-tch out my vine?
sick, blue nose pit foamin’ white like frappo jacko
el chapo, de facto, bell nacho, sh-ll taco, crunch crackle
green emerald, pink diamonds like apple jack bowl

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