Golden rubbers in these denim pockets. On my waist, there's a black Glock. New girl moved on the block. She been plottin' on my brown c*ck. — Frank Ocean Copy Share Image
Making love, underneath the cherry leaves. Baby girl, tell me how my nature feels. — Frank Ocean Copy Share Image
How we experience memory sometimes, it's not linear. We're not telling the stories to ourselves. We know the story; we're just seeing it in… — Frank Ocean Copy Share Image
I won't touch on risky, because that's subjective. People are just afraid of things too much. Afraid of things that don't necessarily merit fear. — Frank Ocean Copy Share Image
People are just afraid of things too much … Sure, evil exists, extremism exists. Somebody could commit a hate crime and hurt me. But… — Frank Ocean Copy Share Image
My eyes don't shed tears but boy they bawl when I'm thinking bout you. — Frank Ocean Copy Share Image
I feel like I was writing as I was learning to talk. Writing was always a go-to form of communication. And I knew I… — Frank Ocean Copy Share Image
The first four and a half years was me in the studio every day, writing songs for other people. I had jobs, too -… — Frank Ocean Copy Share Image
As long as your intentions are solid and about growth and progression and being productive and not being idle, then you're doing good in… — Frank Ocean Copy Share Image
