Astro - MellowHype, Frank Ocean

I said niggas be takin' life too serious

I swear my music take lives — uh, period

Mellowhype, things are dependent-free mind-pyramids

Breaking walls down, never a Black Hawk Down, oh

They put a label on me but I see they’re all clowns

That’s why I talk English and think fast

Feel my words through the ink’s last letter

Which’ll never turn his back, back catcher, I grab

Extra magazines I’m in, to remind me of the places I’ve been

Returning to visit again, me and my fuckin' friends

Before I hit the stage I clench my microphone until my fist hurt

Before I eat sushi, I’d rather get to know the fish first

For all the cats behind my time, that rhyme — that shit’s worth

Everything in my mental state now I’m secure, mental ways

Dental plates in my jaw for spitting raw just because

I like to floss my talent

Think I’m-a wear the yellow tux at the Grammy’s

And rock out with my cock out…

Like «who this kid think he is?»

It’s just something I’ve seen Prince do

It’s true…

No matter what, I’m showing up

Who gives a flying floating fuck

What people say, or think?

Cause end of the day, start of the day they all said we wouldn’t get here anyway

You blink, and Wolf Gang’s in this bitch…

When I was a kid I wanted to be just like you

(When I grew up, when I, when I, grew up)

Write my own rhymes, recite 'em a couple times

Hoping one day it blew up so me and my niggas could shine

I got 3 quarters and about 10 dimes

You can split them 10's up cause both these quarters are mine

Let’s fuckin' celebrate, Wolf Gang confederate

We made it, we made it, we made it and you hatin'

Cause we made it and we made it

And that is not an understatement (oh!)

I put that on the people that I stay with

Live day to day with, tour bus is the slave ship

Niggas worked the grave shift, record clean up and play disc

We must be misbehaving

But the fans love it, they get the subject

Niggas claim be rappers but don’t fulfil the substance

Fuckin rubbish, I’ll dust quick

Nothing to fuck with, I’ve got my hands on my balls, like my nuts itch

Think I’m-a wear the yellow tux at the Grammy’s

And rock out with my cock out…

Like «who this kid think he is?»

It’s just something I’ve seen Prince do

It’s true…

No matter what, I’m showing up

Who gives a flying floating fuck

What people say, or think?

Cause end of the day, start of the day they all said we wouldn’t get here anyway

You blink, and Wolf Gang’s in this bitch…

I remember I first played Trick some OF shit

And he fronted on it like.

nah that shit will never work

Ha ha ha, like word?

Family: these 2 wrists of mine

I had to make them gold

You gotta let me shine…

If you’re a friend of mine

Ask any friend of mine

I’ll never block your glow, won’t curb your high

We be, in a place they never been

Hellabands, for the hell of it

In Paris Paris Paris

White wings on desert sand

Flyin' over the Taliban… Probably

We be in a place they never been

Hellabands, for the hell of it

In Paris Paris Paris

White wings on desert sand

Flyin' over the Taliban… Probably