Frank Ocean — Little Demon

Lyrics from Snippet [Intro: Frank Ocean] Do He got-do He got a vision for my Living on the fringes, Hendrix shit Do we got a vision for my Do He got a- Do we got a-do we got a-do we got a-do we got a Do He got a vision for my- Me, I'm fresh as Hendrix shit Bleach blonde, Lennox shit Hot boy, British shit Do we got vision for my-do we got vision for my [Verse 1: Frank Ocean] Living on the fringes, Hendrix shit Bleach blonde Lennox shit Hot boy, British shit Top Boy, British shit Found the wrong kid, eh Gotta calm kid, yeah From Congea to orange via my orange shit, uh [Chorus 1: Frank Ocean] Little demon on my shoulder, that's dependent on my mind Somebody pray for my opponents, got this vengeance on my mind Is God workin' on it, do He got a vision for my life? Do He got a vision for my life? Do He got a vision for my- [Verse 2: Frank Ocean] Young boy, pretty [?], not funny, but shit Lil' niggas just got some money and shit Got a whole plate, can't stomach this shit None of this shit (Damn) Like a porn clip (Uh), if you turn up the mix All my fantasies, they fucked up, you can hear their screams [Chorus 2: Frank Ocean] Little demon on my shoulder, that's dependin' on my mind Somebody pray, I gotta pray, I got these visions in my mind Attempted murder charges still attempted, tryna attempt, tryna Attempted murder charges still attempted, tryna kill [Verse 3: Frank Ocean] Cocaine took several father figures out of mind Attempted murder charges still attempted, tryna kill the guy Ego not your migo, worst decisions made for sake of pride Splits, Van Damme, fifty-fifty chance I let shit sli- [Break: Frank Ocean] (Lies) ls this just if I ain't have to tap her? I could see for twenty miles out How do you know if that Glock's gone cut the cold in July, hot SIG SAUER, Roscoe's Chicken 'N Waffles with this ice, uh Notice I was brought up with ones you got in mind Nigga, I'm standin' right here but I pretend like I don't hear them [Verse 4: Skepta] Yeah Piece of paper in my mouth, let my demons out to play Then I buried 'em in the dirt 'Cause they was standin' in my way I wasn't welcome in the church Someone that Jesus couldn't save I'm the real livin' evil, I spit on the devil's name...