Hell (feat. Frank Ocean)

What the hell?

I ain't been home in a week

Barely been to pasadena since them san fran streets

I stayed at night at the studio, i get no sleep

My passion for this music yo, it's far too deep

I rest for 3 hours a day, 4 and an half if i'm lucky

4:45 in the mornin and i'm the only one up see

I'm all about the hustle, hodgy 'bout his grind

And y'all no longer struggle once you make up your mind

I had up my mind and now i'm takin my time

Steady niggas takin from mine, i recordin out in space

Spendin time, lendin rhymes

Out and hand mixtapes to a fan giving and gettin grams

Odd future shinin s.p.f. sunscreen

Needs to be applied to burn from sunbeams

Teach a lesson if haven't learned from one's schemes

Man kind wouldn't be realistin if no one dreamed, yeah

I got, i got (anime on the screen)

I got, i got (pen in hand, scripting dreams)

I got, i got (rich man said to me

Just remember one thing you'll never have time)

I knew it, mama i knew it

One wish every birthday candle before i blew it

Son carved the path out but i drew it, sicker than the flu

I'm on my stew shit, just let it simmer and brew

With no remembering you

We fall out in the winter

September, october, novembering you

No contendor with you, i'm like tendering food

Zip-lock maranaded, cook it if you care to take it

There's time now to bake it, mama show me how you make it

Bring me to life with those icing covered knives

Single handedly raised us, sacrifice and had to fight for

Pages to raised us, loveres is what made us

Today trust we always got steel

I'll protect if i'm goin shot kill, i'm the star,twinkle twinkle

Thanks for every birthday you lit candels for cake sprinkles, uh

Yo, yo what the fuck is an interlude anyway

What the fuck is an interlude for man what the hell

Do you need a fuckin interlude for man fuck that just play the next song