Frank Ocean — Little Demon Arca Remix

Lyrics from Snippet [Intro: Frank Ocean] Do He got-do He got a vision for my- Living on the fringes, Hendrix shit Do He got a vision for my Do He got a- Do He got a-do He got a-do He got a-do He got a Do we got a vision for my- Me, I'm fresh as Hendrix shit Bleach blonde, Lennox shit Hot boy, British shit Do He got vision for my-do He got vision for my [Verse 1: Frank Ocean] Living on the fringes, Hendrix shit Bleach blonde, Lennox shit Hot boy, [?] shit Top Boy, British shit Found the wrong kid 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 vision for my- [Verse 2: Frank Ocean] Young boy, pretty corpse, not forty but shit This 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 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 that I 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 a 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 d'you know if that Glock's gone cut the cold in July-hot Six hour Roscoe's Chicken 'N Waffles with this ice, uh Once this always fry up you the ones you got in mind Nigga, I'm standing 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 speak on the devil’s name