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[Verse 1] She puts her spirit in a nightcap She always knows where the crowd’s at She puts her mouth round the cigarette I put

[Intro] I’ve done this before Not like this [Verse 1] I don’t drink to get drunk I feel all the right funk If there’s something

[Verse 1] She got, she got, she got Her own reasons For talking to me And she don’t, she don’t, she don’t Give a fuck

[Verse] Now that I’m on the edge I can’t find my way, it’s inside of my mind of mine Open up and see what’s inside

[Verse 1: Zayn] Oh you and I, in the same place Show me in the same light, feels right when we take flight Clothes off

[Verse 1] Climb on board We’ll go slow and high tempo Light and dark Hold me hard and mellow [Pre-Chorus] I’m seeing the pain, seeing

[Intro] Wolves in disguise How you supposed to see ’em with the wool in your eyes? Sheep to the radio, we fooled and surprised They

[Verse 1: Charlotte Day Wilson] Don’t blow me off so I can’t help it When you shy off I can’t help it And I know

[Intro: Frank Ocean] Yeah, yeah, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Frank Ocean] That’s the way everyday goes Every time we’ve no control If the

[Intro] American love, American me, American you American tear, American heartbreak, oh, oh, oh [Verse 1] I took a walk with the palm trees as

[Skit: Rosie Watson] Stop thinking of this as being money It’s just money, I’mma make more No, no no no no no Please decondition yourself

“End” Darker times They’re telling boulder heavy lies Looks like all we’ve got is each other The truth is obsolete Remember when all I had

[Intro] And the peaches and the mangos That you could sell for me [Verse 1: Frank Ocean] What do you think my brain is made

Could this be earth, could this be light Does this mean everythings going to be alright One look out my window there’s trees talking like

[Chorus: Frank Ocean] Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms The maids come around

[Verse 1] A tornado flew around my room before you came Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn’t rain in Southern California, much like

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] Yo, who dat boy? Who him is? Him that ni-guh, I swear Stand out guy, him don’t need no chair