After ducking x diving and not saying a word Frank Ocean finally dropped his long awaited album this past Saturday. It was first called "Boys Don't Cry" but the album is now called " Blond". But on Friday he dropped Endless which seemed like throw away tracks. I am still try to decipher endless its weird af x its like art. Maybe I need to be in designer gear to listen to it properly. Or maybe I am overthinking all this cause FRANK likes keeping his art simple. Well you know what it aint simple. This whole Frank Ocean thingy is confusing x I am still crafting my official album review. Sorry it will take some time before I drop it.
Click here to stream Blond Album
THESE BITCHES WANT NIKES. THEY LOOKING FOR A CHECK. I TELL EM IT AIN’T LIKELY. SAID SHE NEED A RING LIKE CARMELO. MUST BE ON THAT WHITE LIKE OTHELLO. ALL YOU WANT IS NIKES. BUT THE REAL ONES. JUST LIKE YOU. JUST LIKE ME. I DON’T PLAY, I DONT MAKE TIME. BUT IF YOU NEED DICK I GOT YOU AND I YAM FROM THE LINE. POUR UP FOR A$AP. RIP PIMP C. RIP TRAYVON, THAT NIGGA LOOK JUST LIKE ME. WOOO, FUCCKKINN BUZZINNN WOOOO. THAT MY LIL COUSIN, HE GOT A LIL TRADE. HIS GIRL KEEP THE SCALES, A LIL MERMAID. WE OUT BY THE POOL SOME LIL MERMAIDS. ME AND THEM GEL, LIKE TWIGS WIT DEM BANGS. NOW THAT’S A REAL MERMAID. YOU BEEN HOLDING YOUR BREATH. WEIGHTED DOWN. PUNK MADRE, PUNK PAPA. HE DON’T CARE FOR ME, BUT HE CARES FOR ME. AND THAT’S GOOD ENOUGH. WE DON’T TALK MUCH OR NOTHING. BUT WHEN WE TALKING BOUT SOMETHING, WE HAVE GOOD DISCUSSION. I MET HIS FRIENDS LAST WEEK. FEELS LIKE THEY’RE UP TO SOMETHING. THAT’S GOOD FOR US. WE’LL LET YOU GUYS PROPHESY. WE’LL LET YOU GUYS PROPHESY. WE GON SEE THE FUTURE FIRST. WE’LL LET YOU GUYS PROPHESY. WE GON SEE THE FUTURE FIRST. LIVING SO THE LAST NIGHT, FEELS LIKE A PAST LIFE. SPEAKING OF THE DON’T KNOW WHAT GOT INTO PEOPLE, DEVIL BE POSSESSING HOMIES DEMONS TRY TO BODY JUMP. WHY YOU THINK I’M IN THIS BITCH WEARING A FUCKING YARMULKE. ACID ON ME LIKE THE RAIN. WEED CRUMBLES INTO GLITTER. RAIN. GLITTER. WE LAID OUT ON THIS WET FLOOR. AWAY TURF, NO ASTRO. MESMERIZED HOW THE STROBES GLOW, LOOK AT ALL THE PEOPLE FEET DANCE. I KNOW THAT YOUR NIGGA CAME WITCHA. BUT HE AIN’T WITCHA. WE ONLY HUMAN AND IT’S HUMID IN THESE BALMAINS. I MEAN MY BALLS STICKING TO MY JEANS. WE BREATHING PHEROMONES, AMBER ROSE. SIPPING PINK GOLD LEMONADES. FEELING. I MAY BE YOUNGER, BUT I’LL LOOK AFTER YOU. WE’RE NOT IN LOVE BUT I’LL , MAKE LOVE TO YOU. WHEN YOU’RE NOT HERE, I’LL SAVE SOME FOR YOU. I’M NOT HIM, BUT I’LL MEAN SOMETHING TO YOU. I’LL MEAN SOMETHING TO YOU.
Contributors
Credit: steven j. horowitz
Contributors for Frank Ocean's Physical Blond Album
Andre3000
Anthony Phillips
Arca
Beatles
Benjamin Wright
Beyoncé Knowles Carter
Bob Ludwig
Brian Eno
Buddy Ross
Caleb Levan
Christophe Chassol
David Bowie
Elliot Smith
Fish
Gang of Four
James Blake
Jamie Xx
Jason Lader
Jazmine Sullivan
Jeff Ellis
Joe Visciano
Jonny Greenwood
Kanye West
Kendrick Lamar
Kim Burrell
Kohh
Loota
Malay
Matt Mysko
Mike Dean
Michael Uzowuru
Om’mas Keith
Pharrell Williams
Rick Rubin
Rostam batmanglij
Sam Petts-Davies
Sean Oakley
Sebastian
Space Man
Tom Elmhirst
Tyler, the Creator
"Boyfriend," by Frank Ocean
my boyfriend drives a lil bucket
when it rain it fills up with rain
my boyfriend he gon pick me up
don't distract him at the wheel
in his lane
he's the only one
my boyfriend he misses me when i'm gone
so he don't forget me
there's a song he sings
calms his nerve, endings
my boyfriend is friendly
and we don't want no problems
i could say that i'm happy
they let me and my boyfriend become married
i could say that i'm happy
but cross my heart i didn't notice
hope to die no never, we voted
me and my boyfriend cast our ballot
every kiss reads like a poem
making wrongs right like a poem
i couldn't say i dream of you
because my dreams are filled with no one
and all is lost
me and my boyfriend we found
we don't hope for beyonds at all
me and my boyfriend spend time
and that's all i'm holding on
this time
we got permission
nothing's above condition
but this ain't a thang
it's a mission
can't join the band so sing along
me and my boyfriend got it going on
sleep with fans and t shirts on
asleep in vans your legs all strewn
across my lap
tan lines where your watch was strapped
you took off to make time
cut your hair
you left it long
i love to stare
there's nothing wrong
and if i die while i'm asleep
i pray to God my boyfriend
keeps my secret
peace
