Lirik Frank Ocean - Golden Girl

Lirik "Golden Girl" dari Frank Ocean ini dipublikasikan pada tanggal 25 Juli 2012 (12 tahun yang lalu).

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Berikut cuplikan syair nyanyian / teks dari lagunya: " Like wildcats running on the grass (yeah) / My flight leaves tonight / I won't be goin backwards You're my golden girl / You're 24K / You're my golden girl / Two mopeds racin through the forest / Making dirt clouds on a path, on a path / I'm my best on this island, I'm a mess in".

Single lainnya dari Frank Ocean di antaranya Thinkin’ Bout You, Sierra Leone, Not Just Money, Super Rich Kids, dan Crack Rock.

Lirik Lagu Golden Girl

She peels an orange, for us in the mornin
She woke me up to give me half
I can hear the children soccer ballin
Like wildcats running on the grass (yeah)
You’re a girl on this island, I’m a boy from America
My flight leaves tonight
But I don’t think I’m, goin backwards
I won’t be goin backwards

You’re my golden girl
You’re the one I’ve chosen girl
You’re 24K
You make it bright when it’s gray
You’re my golden girl
The sun has been kind to you
You’re 24K (girl)
But the sky’s never gray (never gray)

Silent moments, meditative poses
You break my focus, you make me laugh
Two mopeds racin through the forest
Making dirt clouds on a path, on a path
I’m my best on this island, I’m a mess in America
My flight left last night
But, I know I’m not goin back home (yeah)
I’m not goin back home, no-ohhhhhhhh

If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still?
If we don’t have to live through Hell just to get to heaven
I’ma stay right here, with you, ’til the hurricane comes
‘Til the tsunami comes, I’ve found my golden

Umm
You’re my G-O, L-D, E-N, G-I, R-L
And that’s for the females that can’t spell, but
Thanks for fuckin with me
You turn my dark into light, you’re like a bucket of bleach
You see – I want you to know that
My negatives at home aren’t workin for my Kodak
So that, means that, I don’t want to go back
Just know that, I would like to stay here and hold that
hand of yours – girl I’m a wreck in America
Your face is the best cause it’s the same color as the lace on my neck
And you’re golden, uh, your eyes open
Fuck it let’s toast and listen to Michael Bolton
I freefall off the hill again
Let’s see where I land, I’m like Gilligan
Umm, I trust you, Golden, for what
When I’m just hopin that you don’t turn my neck green

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