Futura Free lyrics

[Intro]

Alright, hold on

[Verse 1]

If I was being honest

I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day

And not skip a meal, I'm good

I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour

Call my Momma like, "Momma

I ain't making minimum wage, Momma

I'm on, Momma, I'm on

Now I'm making 400, 600, 800K, Momma

To stand on my feet, Momma

Play these songs, it's therapy, Momma

They paying me, Momma

I should be paying them

I should be paying y'all, honest to God

I'm just a guy, I'm not a god

Sometimes I feel like I'm a god, but I'm not a god

If I was I don't know which heaven would have me, Momma

Let me run this bitch

I'ma run it into the ground, Momma, the whole galaxy

God damn, fuck these lames, they don't want none

Fuck these lames, they don't want none

Fuck these niggas

Fuck these niggas, they don't want none

Fuck these niggas

Fuck you niggas

Fuck me if I hated on you

[Verse 2]

I'ma stick around

I'm gon' let my nuts hang

Nigga, you got some just like me don't you?

Or maybe not just like me

You know I'm Africano Americano

And even if you're half Japanese, roots run deep

Family tree, throw a big shadow

(Jamming to the rhythm)

Tech company

Please gimme immortality

(It's a face to face)

I'm going rapidly, fading drastically

(Keep me high, Castrati)

(Punani fade the stress)

Or pull the zip down

Wet your lips first, lick the tip now

(Bugatti left some stretch marks on that freeway)

Smoke some'n

(Marks on that freeway)

They tryna find 2Pac, don't let 'em find 2Pac

He evade the press, he escape the stress

La la la la la, la la la la la

La la la la la (la la la la la)

[Verse 3]

I'll keep quiet and let you run your phone bill up

I know you love to talk

I ain't on your schedule

I ain't on no schedule

I ain't had me a job since 2009

I ain't on no sales floor

You say I'm changing on you

I feel like Selena, they wanna murder a nigga

Murder me like Selena

You must ain't get the memo

I don't cuff bitches no more

But your bitch my exception

Come get her outta my photo

I only got one photo

Remember when I had that Lexus, no

Our friendship don't go back that far

Tyler slept on my sofa, yeah

Niggas go back that far

I ain't smoked all year

This the last song so, I'm finna wipe that off

Tolerance is so low, still smoke a whole 'gar

Ménage on my birthday, tap out on the first stroke

'Cause this ain't no work day, she don't give head anyway

'Cause what niggas say, that's what she tell her man

What a difference distance makes

Niggas want fight in the streets

Now shit starting to make my hands hurt

Jay hit me on the email, said I oughta act my net worth

Dog this is chess now, not fetch

I ain't runnin' for a nigga, ain't ran since track meet

That's the only time I ran from a nigga

You could change this track now

Could've changed this bitch a long time ago

—know and —know, —know and —know

Shout out to Hollygrove, I'm from that 7th though

Twins know and Lance know, Clark know and Matt know

Shit went 180 on me, please run that back though

(Tucks ‘til 24)

[Skit]

You say some shit about me?

Turn a real sport, my nigga

That second time Jerron was there, nigga

On God he grabbed me and then that nigga tried to pull me

Yeah, 'cause the nigga tried to boom me in my face

I had AD in a headlock, nigga, I had this nigga like—

[Outro: Mikey Alfred, Ryan Breaux, Sage Elsesser, Evan Clark, Na’kel Smith, Frank Ocean]

Mikey: Make sure you speak up

Ryan: Okay

Mikey: What's your name?

Ryan: Ryan

Mikey: Yo, ayy be quiet. What's your name? What do you do? What's your first memory?

Ryan: The first word I learned to say or that I ever said

Mikey: What's the most amazing thing you've ever witnessed?

(Uh, hell no)

(You're not gonna make it, are you?)

Na’kel: Friendship and how it controls the world

Mikey: Hahaha, alright, um, what three superpowers do you wish you had? My bad, Say it again...

Ryan: Flying and I want to be invincible

Mikey: Alright, make sure you speak up

Mikey: What's your name?

Maybe we can get a little—a little bit, a little bit, a little bit

Evan: I wish I could sleep without, like, being dead

But forever at the same time

Mikey: Yo, what, what's, what's the year 3000 going to look like?

(dog, stop, stop, stop)

(What you mean bro?)

Na’kel: ...Or it could be great and shit can fly and buildings would be very, very tall and everybody won't know what the ground looks like

Frank: That's fucked up

Mikey: Chloe, shh, okay, start over right now

Na’kel: Best thing about being me is I got a nice set of friends

Pretty clear mind, I feel like, sometimes

What's the worst thing about being me? Probably, uh–

Sage: Having bushy eyebrows, being Drake

Na’kel: I think a lot, a lot, too much. Sometimes I'm very musty

Mikey: Talents, got any secret talents?

Na’kel: I don't think so, I'm pretty open with all– everything that I do

Frank: Talents? Um, I can play the theremin

Ryan: Probably my brother just to see how much work he has in one day...

Sage: Probably, uh, probably Tyler, his life seems pretty awesome. No, actually, no, fuck him. Um, I don't know, probably Dill 'cause he doesn't have to do anything at all; just sits inside his house

Mikey: What's your name?

Sage: Sage Elsesser

Mikey: What do you do?

Ryan: I play soccer, and I go to school

Ryan: Um, I wanna be better at skating

Evan: Probably jump off something really high, super high, and try to land in like a handstand or something

Mikey: Alright, that's it…

Ryan: I don’t know, there would be a lot of things I’ll do, probably spend a lot of time with my family and tell them I’m going away and probably...

Na’kel: spend a couple hours with my family and then I’ll go out and just do everything that I ever thought about trying

Ryan: I don’t know. There's a lot of things you could do

Mikey: How far is a light-year? How far is a light-year?

(A second, a thousand-years?)

• Artist:Frank Ocean
• Album:Blonde (2016)