Sunday

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]

I know it don't seem difficult to hit you up

But you not passionate about half the shit that you into

And I ain't havin' it

And we both know that I don't mean to offend you

I'm just focused today

And I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you

And I don't know why we argue, and I just hope that you listen

And if I hurt you, I'm sorry, the music makes me dismissive

When I'm awake I'm just driftin', I'm not complainin'

It's just to say that I stay pretty busy lately

And I could be misbehavin', I just hang with my niggas

I'm fuckin' famous if you forgot

I'm faithful despite all what's in my face and my pocket

And this is painfully honest

And when I say it I vomit

On cloudy days when I'm salty, I play the hate to the logic

State to state for the profit, it ain't a stain on me, nigga

My momma raised me a prophet, I play for dollar incentive

And where I'm walkin', it's studded, and half-retarded, I stumble

To where she park when she visit, I grab the bottle and chug it

I see the car in the distance, I know the dark isn't comin'

For the moment, if I could hold it

You see, see, it seems that

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt]

All my dreams got dimmer when I stopped smokin' pot

Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smokin' pot

And lovin' you is a little different, I don't like you a lot

You see, it seems like, um

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]

I'm comin' back, I gotta handle business

Vanish to my sleeper seat, left you at terminal three

I'll meet you down at baggage claim in a couple weeks, a fortnight

When you parade my homecomin', don't cry

You know I can't live in any place I visit

To live and die in LA

I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high every day

But I'd be sleepy, OCD and paranoid, so

Give me Bali beach, no molly, please, palm, no marijuana trees

Your hickeys on my aorta and tattoos you could only see

When I'm playin' surfboarder, put whiskey in that salt water

I emptied every canteen

Just to wear that straight-edge varsity you think's cool

They thought me soft in high school, thank God I'm jagged

Forgot you don't like it rough, I mean, he called me a faggot

I was just callin' his bluff

I mean, how anal am I gon' be when I'm aimin' my gun?

And why's his mug all bloody? That was a three-on-one

Standing ovation at Staples, I got my Grammys and gold

Polka dots on my Brit, I'm not supposed to be stuntin'

It's all melodic, this song

I catch this vibe in my sleep, but I'm just jet-lagged is all

And restless

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]

All my dreams got more vivid when I stopped smokin' pot

Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smokin' pot

Loving you is a little different I don't like you a lot

I mean, fuck

[Outro: Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt, Frank Ocean, Earl Sweatshirt]

I don't know what we're about

What good is West Coast weather if you're bi-polar?

If I'ma need this sweater, I'd rather be where it's cold

Where it snows, I see how it goes

I put the flowers in bowls, I know they're comin' in droves

You'll only miss when it goes

Yeah, I think that's it

When it goes