Letra de Futura Free - Frank Ocean

Marks on that freeway

Marks on that freeway

Alright, uh

If I was bein' honest

I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day and not skip a meal, I'm good

I used to work on my feet for seven dollars a hour

Call my mama like, "Mama

I ain't makin' minimum wage, mama

I'm on, mama, I'm on

Now I'm makin' 400, 600, 800K, mama

To stand on my feet, mama

Play these songs, it's therapy, mama

They payin' me, mama

I should be payin' them"

I should be payin' y'all, honest to God

I'm just a guy, I'm not a god

Sometimes I feel like I'm a god, but I'm not a god

If I was, I don't know which heaven would have me, mama

Let me run this bitch, I'ma run it into the ground, mama, the whole galaxy

Goddamn, fuck these lames, they don't want none

Fuck these lames, they don't want none

Fuck these niggas

Fuck these niggas, they don't want none

Fuck these niggas

Fuck you, nigga, and

Fuck me if I hated on you

I'ma stick around

I'm gon' let my nuts hang

Nigga, you got some just like me, don't you?

Or maybe not just like me

You know I'm Africano Americano

And even if you're half Japanese, roots run deep

Family tree throw a big shadow (Jammin' to the rhythm)

Tech company, please give me immortality (It's a face to face)

I'm goin' rapidly, fadin' drastically (Keep me high, castrati)

Damn (Punani fade the stress)

Or pull the zip down

Wet your lips first, lick the tip now (Bugatti left some stretch marks on that freeway)

Smoke somethin' (Marks on that freeway)

They tryna find 2Pac

Don't let 'em find 2Pac

He evade the press

He escape the stress

La, da-da-da

La, da-da-da

La, da-da-da

I'll keep quiet and let you run your phone bill up

I know you love to talk

I ain't on your schedule

I ain't on no schedule

I ain't had me a job since 2009

I ain't on no sales floor

You say I'm changin' on you, I feel like Selena

They wanna murder a nigga, murder me like Selena

You must ain't get the memo

I don't cuff bitches no more

But your bitch my exception

Come get her outta my four-door

I only got one four-door

Remember when I had that Lexus? No

Our friendship don't go back that far

Tyler slept on my sofa, yeah

Niggas go back that far

I ain't smoked all year

This the last song, so I'm finna wipe that off

Tolerance is so low, still smoke a whole 'gar

Ménage on my birthday, tap out on the first stroke

'Cause this ain't no work day, she don't give head anyway

'Cause what niggas say, that's what she tell her man

What a difference distance makes

Niggas wan' fight in the streets now, shit startin' to make my hands hurt

Jay hit me on the email, said I oughta act my net worth

Dog, this is chess now, not fetch, I ain't runnin' for a nigga

Ain't ran since track meets, that's the only time I ran from a nigga

You can change this track now, could've changed this bitch a long time ago

—know and —know, —know and —know

Shout out to Hollygrove, I'm from that 7th, though

Twins know and Lance know, Clark know and Matt know

Shit went one-eighty on me, please run that back, though (Tucks 'til twenty-four)

You say some shit about me? Tell the real story, my nigga (That shit happened a second time?)

('Cause Mark saw both times, nigga, I only saw the first time)

That second time, Jerron was there, nigga

On God, he grabbed me in circles, nigga

And the, and then the nigga tried to boom me— (Oh yeah, Jerron told me you that your ass, especially told me)

Yeah, 'cause the nigga tried to boom me in my face

I had AD in a headlock, nigga (The first time I saw?)

I had this nigga like—

Make sure you speak up

Okay

What's your name?

Ryan

Yo, ayy, be quiet

What's your name?

What do you do?

What's your first memory?

The first word I learned to say or that I ever said

What's the most amazing thing you've ever witnessed?

(Uh, hell no)

(You're not gon' make it, are you?)

Friendship and how it controls the world (Haha)

Haha

Alright, um

What three superpowers do you wish you had?

Ayy, my bad, say it again

Flying, contortion, to be invincible

Alright, make sure you speak up (What's your name?)

Maybe we can get a little bit, a little bit, little bit, little bit

I wish I could sleep without, like, being dead

But forever at the same time

Yo, what, what's, what's the year 3000 going to look like? (Dog, stop, stop—what you mean, bro? Stop, stop)

(It might look terrible, everything could be demolished, and the whole world could be over) Or it could be great and shit can fly

And buildings would be very, very tall and everybody won't know what the ground looks like

That's fucked up

(Excuse me)

Chloe, shh, okay, start over

Best thing about being me is

I got a nice set of friends, feel me?

A pretty clear mind, I feel like, sometimes

What's the worst thing about being me? Probably, uh–

Being Drake

I think a lot, a lot, too much

Sometimes I'm very musty

Talents, got any secret talents?

I don't think so, I'm pretty open with all, everything that I do

Secret talents? Um, I can play the theremin

Probably my brother, just to see how much work he has in one day

Probably, uh, probably Tyler, his life seems pretty awesome

No, actually, no, fuck him uh

I don't know

Probably Dill, 'cause he doesn't have to do anything at all

Just sits inside his house

What's your name?

Sage Elsesser

What do you do?

I play soccer

And I go to school

Um, I wanna be better at skating

Probably jump off something really high

Super high and try to land in like a handstand or something

Alright, that's it

I don't know, there would be a lot of things I'll do

Probably spend a lot of time with my family

Spend a couple hours with my family, and I would go out and do like everything that I ever thought about trying

I don't know, there's a lot of things that you could do

That's it

How far is a light-year? How far is a light-year?

(A second)

(I'd say like a thousand years?)

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