Letra de 'Golden Girl (feat. Tyler, The Creator)' de Frank Ocean

She peels an orange for us in the morning
She woke me up to give me half
I can hear the children talk of ballin'
Like wildcats running on the grass, hey
You're a girl on this island
I'm a boy from america
My flight leaves tonight, but I don't think I'm going backwards
I won't be going backwards

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

Silent moments, meditative poses
You break my focus, you make me laugh
Two mopeds racing 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 going
Back home, yeah
I'm not going back home, no

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'mma stay right here with you
Til the hurricane comes, 'til the tsunami comes, I've found my girl
Um, 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 fucking 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 working 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 free-fall off the hill again
Let's see where I land, I'm like gilligan
Um, I trust you, golden, for wed ring
I'm just hopin' that you don't turn my neck green