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Чорне дерево (Black Tree)

Album cover art for "Чорне дерево (Black Tree)" by Frank Ocean & Tyler, The Creator

Frank Ocean & Tyler, The Creator - R&B, Rap

Чорне дерево (Black Tree)

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July 17, 2012.

Lyrics

[Part I: End] [Verse: Frank Ocean & Elizabeth Paige] Darker times (Oh my God, this is my song) They're telling boulder-heavy lies (Don't play with me right now, what?) Looks like all we've got is each other (Ah) The truth is obsolete (Yes, I can listen to it) Remember when all I had was my mother (Haha, let them sing) She didn't compromise She could recognize Voodoo Our daughters and our sons (See, all that is unnecessary) Are just candles in the sun (Mmcht, huh, haha) Voodoo Don't let him see divide, hmm (I'm just playin', so tell me how I skate? What you mean?) Don't you let her see divide (You said you could tell a lot about a man by the way he skates, so how do I skate?) Voodoo (I don't know, just be real) [Chorus: Frank Ocean & Elizabeth Paige] She's got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit (You, you're alright, heh) He's got the whole wide world in his pants (There's somethin' about you, huh, I don't know) He wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band (I can't believe I'm even talking to you and telling you this right now) Then put the whole wide world on her hands She's got the whole wide world in her hands (You special, heh, I don't know about that) He's got the whole wide world in his hands (I wish you could see what I see, hmm) In his hands (*kiss*) [Outro: Frank Ocean] He wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band Then put the whole wide world on her hands (She's got the whole wide world in her hands) (He's got the whole wide world in his hands) [Part II: Golden Girl] [Verse 1: Frank Ocean] She peels an orange for us in the morning She woke me up to give me half I can hear the children soccer ballin' Like wildcats running on the grass, hey You're a girl on this island I'm a boy from America My flight leaves tonight But I don't think I'm going backwards I won't be going backwards [Chorus: Frank Ocean] You're my golden girl You're the one I've chosen, girl You're 24K You make it bright when it's grey You're my golden girl The sun has been kind to you You're 24K (Girl) But the sky's never grey (Never grey) [Verse 2: Frank Ocean] Silent moments, meditative poses You break my focus, you make me laugh Two mopeds racing through the forest Making dirt clouds on a path, on a path I'm my best on this island I'm a mess in America My flight left last night But I know I'm not going back home, yeah I'm not going back home, no [Chorus: Frank Ocean] You're my golden girl You're the one I've chosen, girl You're 24K You make it bright when it's grey You're my golden girl The sun has been kind to you You're 24K (Girl) But the sky's never grey (Never grey) [Bridge: Frank Ocean] If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still? (Tropic, tropic, tropic, breezes, breezes, breezes) If we don't have to live through hell just to get to heaven (Tropic, tropic, tropic, breezes, breezes, breezes, breezes) I'ma stay right here, with you (Tropic, tropic, tropic, breezes, breezes, breezes, breezes) 'Til the hurricane comes, 'til the tsunami comes (Tropic, tropic, tropic, breezes) I've found my gold [Chorus: Frank Ocean & Pharrell Williams] You're my golden girl (Oh) You're the one I've chosen, girl You're 24K You make it bright when it's grey You're my golden girl The sun has been kind to you You're 24K (Girl) But the sky's never grey (Never grey) [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] Um, you're my G-O L-D E-N G-I R-L And that's for the females that can't spell, but Um, thanks for fuckin' with me You turn my dark into light, you're like a bucket of bleach You see, I want you to know that My negatives at home aren't working for my Kodak So that means that I don't want to go back Just know that I would like to stay here and hold that Hand of yours, girl, I'm a wreck in America Your face is the best 'Cause it's the same color as the lace on my neck And you're golden, uh, your eyes open, fuck it Let's toast and listen to Michael Bolton I free-fall off the hill again Let's see where I land, I'm like Gilligan Um, I trust you, Golden, for wed ring I'm just hopin' that you don't turn my neck green [Outro]

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