Lyrics

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] 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 driftin', I'm not complainin' It's just to say that I stay pretty busy lately And I could be misbehavin', 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 logic 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 walkin', 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 comin' For the moment, if I could hold it You see, see, it seems that [Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt] All my dreams got dimmer when I stopped smokin' pot Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smokin' pot And lovin' you is a little different, I don't like you a lot You see, it seems like, um [Verse 2: Frank Ocean] I'm comin' 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 When you parade my homecomin', 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 hickeys on my aorta and tattoos you could only see When I'm playin' surfboarder, put whiskey 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 callin' his bluff I mean, how anal am I gon' be when I'm aimin' my gun? And why's his mug all bloody? That was a three-on-one Standing ovation at Staples, I got my Grammys and gold Polka dots on my Brit, I'm not supposed to be stuntin' It's all melodic, this song I catch this vibe in my sleep, but I'm just jet-lagged is all And restless [Chorus: Frank Ocean] All my dreams got more vivid when I stopped smokin' pot Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smokin' pot Loving you is a little different I don't like you a lot I mean, fuck [Outro: Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt, Frank Ocean, Earl Sweatshirt] I don't know what we're about What good is West Coast weather if you're bi-polar? If I'ma 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, I know they're comin' in droves You'll only miss when it goes Yeah, I think that's it When it goes