Frank Ocean - End (Golden Girl) lyrics

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Ft. Tyler The Creator

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The truth is obsolete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

There's somethin' about you

I can't believe I'm even talking to you, tellin' you this right now

You're special

I wish you could see what I see

She peels an orange for us in the morning

She woke me up to give me half

I can hear the children talk of ballin'

Like wildcats running on the grass, hey

You're a girl on this island

I'm a boy from America

My flight leaves tonight, but I don't think I'm going backwards

I won't be going backwards

[Hook]

You're my golden girl

You're the one I've chosen girl

You're 24k

You make it bright when it's grey

You're my golden girl

The sun has been kind to you

You're 24k (Girl)

But the sky's never grey (Never grey)

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

I'm my best on this island

I'm a mess in America

My flight left last night, but I know I'm not going back home, yeah

I'm not going back home, no

[Hook]

[If we build a ho](pending)use in paradise, will we get to heaven still?

If we don't have to live through hell just to get to heaven

I'mma stay right here with you

Til the hurricane comes, 'til the tsunami comes, I've found my girl

[Hook]

Um, you're my G-O L-D E-N G-I R-L

And that's for the females that can't spell, but

Thanks for fucking with me

You turn my dark into light, you're like a bucket of bleach

You see, I want you to know that

My negatives at home aren't working for my Kodak

So that means that I don't want to go back

Just know that I would like to stay here and hold that

Hand of yours, girl I'm a wreck in America

Your face is the best cause it's the same color as the lace on my neck

And you're golden, uh, your eyes open, fuck it

Let's toast and listen to Michael Bolton

I free-fall off the hill again

Let's see where I land, I'm like Gilligan

Um, I trust you, Golden, for what? ?

I'm just hopin' that you don't turn my neck green