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Frank Ocean The Lonny Breaux Collection Mixtape

: [Verse 1:] She singing bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say, I'm like who knew? That after all the years I'd make a Weezy fan out of you too When

: Look up, look up, look up You'll see the last line in the air Reach out, reach out Try to catch one if you can [Bridge:] Oh, right now they're flying

: If a tree fell in the forest And no one was around to hear it Baby, does it go boom? Does it go boom? If I have love for ya But you were never close

: I'll stack these magazines in the corner After I'm done with them And I still got the same hope that I started with That you'll be in one of them My

: My baby, my sweet pumpkin pie My honey, my darling, my love I only really miss him when he's gone Cause when we're together we argue two thirds of

: Oh we're in this together Have a little faith Oh you ought to know who you are Oh we're all children We're all human, we're all breathing We're all

: [Verse 1:] Okay, thought about it for a minute Can't let love go spinnin' down the drain now You're my homie, baby you're my homie Simple math, pen