U-N-I-T-Y Frank Ocean

[Intro]
U-N-I-T
U-N-I—Y

[Verse 1]
My head fatiguing off the opus
Kept it underground to focus
I feel afterlife, six-under oath, don't want no hocus-pocus
Niggas tryna go pop, I draw contact, rip my face mask
Nothin' but, nothin' but net, is you Roger or Novak?
You still are no match, you get no rematch
Boy, you missed your moment
Perusing the MoMA, I'm on all my lonely, burst in tears
On his shoulder and it's so cold 'cause he's sculpture
Where's the shaman? Ayahuasca
I had WhatsApp'd him for atonement
I never ever trust the pre-rolled
I never let a random motherfucker shoot the B-roll
I never ask advice from him 'cause what could he know?
Never fuck someone you wouldn't wanna be though
It forever seemed like time's up
When we swerved in the Honda
Now forever seems like no time
I mean, time flies when you have some
Both nuts weigh two pounds, all on your bitch like futons
My crew saved your crew, like
Niggas came through with the Groupons
Cookin' with the grease now, truffle fries and Cholula
Are you slowing down?
Are you holding down?
Whoever held you down?
Whoever propped you up, built the structures with you?
Swished the buckets with you, who was fuckin' with you?
Really brothers when you needed that?
When you see 'em now, is it forced black?
Hail Mary on the fourth down
Hands to the sky, yeah