Novacane

[Intro: Aasim] Uh, uh, uh Check it out now, uh Uh Uh [Verse 1: Aasim] More Fabolous than Loso Mo' hoes to the V.I.P. section we call it the dojo Slow flow, hits like a slug from fo'-fo's Vodka cup, doubled up, Young Dot, blow dro I don't know, must be the scent of my mojo Got chicks on my Johnson, ocho I'm quick to get to stickin' I'm trickin', no dough Oh no, she saw that Porsche, a fo' do' Kobe Bryant of this thing, mouth runnin' like Flo Jo And I'm eatin' niggas for breakfast, no homo Aasim, livin' legend, you rappers so-so You ain't tough, you guys mo' ass than Coco Six-fo' Impala city, lolo Hotel, room 112, dolo Not me, I got three, I'm loco Rosé, full Cliquot, I'm playin Rico Suave as I slide bae my info She don't know I'm hung, she was sprung off the intro Told her I'm a broke dude, I just drive a Pinto And kick a couple flows over instrumentals Let me, novacane you, Social Club arrange you Most that overcame you could never entertain you Let Aasim save you, Cape Crusader lay you Down to the sounds of the king! DJ Far [Verse 2: Frank Ocean] I think I started somethin' I got what I wanted Did-didn't I can't feel nothin', superhuman Even when I'm fuckin', Viagra poppin' Every single record, autotuning Zero emotion, muted emotion Pitch corrected, computed emotion, uh-huh I blame it on the model broad with the Hollywood smile, ow Stripper booty and a rack like wow Brain like Berkeley Met her at Coachella I went to see Jigga, she went to see Z-Trip, perfect I took a seat on the ice cold lawn She handed me a ice blue bong, whatever She said she wanna be a dentist really badly She's in school payin' For tuition, doin' porn in the Valley At least you workin' But, girl, I can't feel my face What are we smokin' anyway? She said, "Don't let the high go to waste" But can you taste a little taste? [Chorus: Frank Ocean] Novacane, baby, baby Novacane, baby, I want you Fuck me good, fuck me long, fuck me numb Love me now, when I'm gone, love me none Love me none, love me none Numb, numb, numb, numb [Interlude: Automated Voice] Another DJ Far exclusive [Verse 3: Frank Ocean] Sink full of dishes, pacin' in the kitchen Cocaine for breakfast, yikes Bed full of women, flip on a tripod Little red light on shootin' I'm feelin' like Stanley Kubrick This is some visionary shit Been tryna film pleasure with my eyes wide shut But it keeps on movin' I blame it on the model broad with the Hollywood smile Stripper booty with a rack like wow I'll never forget ya You put me on a feelin' I never had Never had, never had (Never) And ever since I've been tryna get it back And pick it up and put it back Now I'm somethin' like the chemist on campus But there's no drug around Quite like what I found in you, you I still can't feel my face What am I smokin' anyway? (Ahh) She said, "Don't let the high go to waste" (Ooh) But can you taste a little taste? [Chorus: Frank Ocean] Novacane, baby, baby (Ohh) Novacane, baby, I want you Fuck me good, fuck me long, fuck me numb Love me now, when I'm gone, love me none Love me none, love me none Numb, numb, numb, numb [Bridge: Frank Ocean] Novacane, novacane, novacane Novacane, novacane (Ohh) Numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain Numb the pain, numb the pain (Ohh, ohh) Novacane, novacane, novacane Novacane, novacane For the pain, for the pain (Ohh, ohh, ohh) Novacane, novacane (Ooh) [Outro: Frank Ocean] Pretty girls involved with me Makin' pretty love to me, pretty Pity, pity All the pretty girls involved with me Makin' pretty love to me, pretty Pity, pity I can't feel a thing, I can't feel, I can't feel a thing I can't feel a thing, I can't feel, feel, feel, feel her I can't feel, feel her Novacane, novacane, novacane I can't feel, feel her Novacane for the pain, for the pain I can't, can't feel her Feel her, feel her, ohh Novacane, novacane-cane