Frank Ocean - In My Room - Songtext - Song lyrics
No sleeper seats, that's a mattress
No sleeper seats, that's a mattress
You ain't stingy split your tablets with me
You won't flex when camera's flashing, flashing
Not fake laidback no it's natural
And I don't think you made for the life I lead
I'm not fake patient, I don't fake sick
That kinda coughin' don't need lean, rest in peace
Got this lust for life in me
Horny for the game
First they kiss then they bite soft
Then that bitch wanna play it off
Fuck it, I'm pretty still in a pit of snakes
Where serpents shake some brand new scales
I need a new face, I'm tired of these bills
Asking for millions, sleep with a rocket
Turn out the pocket, think that they Elvis
Plenty ungrateful, they don't say thank you
They don't say grace, not even for meals, not even for millions
Fuck it I'm pretty still, look at my grill
Richard Mille, look at my ears, flooded with diamonds
Look at my skills, running through blocks like 49ers
Forty-nine diamonds, they're for my bracelet
That cost a wop, that cost a whopper
And it ain't new, I had to knot it, John Ehret in my locker
Pretty still, and it ain't no pretty pill
It's either real or real
Real easy on the eyes, green like a soccer field
Skin hot, when they try me like how poppers feel
Hands shaking, norepinephrine level sky, rocket fuel
Quit being violent with me
Quit being violent with me
Quit being violent with me
You make me violent
My room, my room, my room with me
Every night you were in my room
My room, my room with me
I guess I can't state my feelings too soon
I don't know you
And I can't put no threats in the air
