Sunday

I know it don't seem difficult to hit you up

But you not passionate about half the shit that you into, and I ain't havin' it

And we both know that I don't mean to offend you, I'm just focused today

And I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you

And I don't know why we argue, and I just hope that you listen

And if I hurt you I'm sorry, the music makes me dismissive

When I'm awake I'm just drifting, I'm not complaining

It's just to say that I stay pretty busy, lately

And I could be misbehaving, I just hang with my niggas

I'm fuckin' famous if you forgot, I'm faithful

Despite all what's in my face and my pocket, and this is painfully honest

And when I say it I vomit, on cloudy days when I'm salty

I play the hate to the laundry

State to state for the profit, it ain't a stain on me, nigga

My momma raised me a prophet, I play for dollar incentive

And where I'm walking, it's studded, and half-retarded I stumble

To where she park when she visit, I grab the bottle and chug it

I see the car in the distance, I know the dark isn't coming

For the moment, if I could hold it

She, she seems that

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]

All my dreams got dimmer when I stopped smoking pot

Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot

And loving you is a little different, I don't like you a lot

You see, it seems like

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]

I’m coming back I gotta handle business

Vanish to my sleeper seat, left you at terminal three

I’ll meet you down at baggage claim in a couple weeks, a fortnight

And you parade my homecoming, don’t cry

You know I can’t live in any place I visit

To live and die in LA

I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high every day

But I’d be sleepy, OCD and paranoid, so

Give me Bali beach - no molly, please - palm, no marijuana trees

Your hickies on my aorta and tattoos you could only see

When I’m playing surfboarder, put whisky in that salt water

I emptied every canteen just to wear that straight edge varsity you think’s cool

They thought me soft in High School, thank God I’m jagged

Forgot you don’t like it rough, I mean he called me a faggot

I was just calling his bluff

I mean how anal am I gon' be when I’m aiming my gun

And why’s his mug all bloody, that was a three on one?

Standing ovation at Staples I got my Grammy’s and gold

Polka dots on my Brit, I’m not supposed to be stunting

It’s all melodic this song, I catch this vibe in my sleep

But I’m just jet-lagged is all, and restless

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

All my dreams got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot

Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot

Loving you’s a little different I don’t like you a lot

I mean…fuck

[Outro]

I don’t know what we’re about

What good is West Coast weather if you’re bi-polar?

If I'mma need this sweater, I’d rather be where it’s cold

Where it snows, I see how it goes

I put the flowers in bowls, know they’re coming in droves

You’ll only miss when it goes

(Yeah, I think that’s it)

When it goes…..