f/ Kendrick Lamar & Frank Ocean
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[Hook- Frank Ocean]
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All the spoons in my kitchen
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(Bend, they bend, they bend, they bend, they bend)
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Bend ya up, and bend ya back down
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All the girls in my bedroom
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(They bend, they bend, they bend, they bend, they bend)
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Bend ya in and bend ya in and bend ya back out
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All the rules to this game, oh I
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(bend, I bend, I bend, I bend)
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Beend it girl, beend it girl..
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[Verse 1- Kendrick Lamar]
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Uh, Soon as I enter
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I put a hurting on it
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If I don¡¯t kill it she injured
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For a Long time
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Summer, spring and winter
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Fall for anything, you clumsy ass nigga
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Jumping off the boat in some 87' Locs
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She¡¯s seen them hundred spokes
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And then that woman spoke
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But I don¡¯t talk back,I put my life on tracks
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If that don¡¯t work put your wife on track
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Show me where the candle wax
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It must be you, cuz I burn right through everything ya¡¯ll do
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High octane when I bring on my last name
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Mr. Lamar AKA ¡°The Cash King"
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Quicker than pre-cum won¡¯t you give her a reason;
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To not meet up with me like a vegan
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Psssst! God-Damn I¡¯m the fuckin man
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She said fuck her man
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Now she fuck with MAN
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2- Mann]
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Everytime I close my eyes I see a different dream
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I pray to God that we don¡¯t close until we reach our dreams
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College tuition for daughters and I ain¡¯t even father
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Now I got a rebel at the altar call me prince or king
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Six digits for me like we did to offer
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I used to call me Waldo, and now they call me Walter
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Yeah, I hide in them uckle pants, living without a purpose, man
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But that just got my circumstances
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And I mean it, if you want it, come and get it, boy
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That come in threes and you¡¯re looking like triplets boys
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In high school I climbed the roof so I could smoke my weed
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The dealers knew that I was young and sold me bag of seeds
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I¡¯m chasing dreams, hoes chasing me
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But I just gave the name and number like the matter D
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¡®cause all I wanna do was roll up hash and smash the ass of a bitch who lived like Kim Kardashian
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3- Mann]
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She is the last straw, I¡¯ve bend her and slip slow
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My pencil draws her closer, she gets high and bends low
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Long flight from my Cali mistress, to a district with red lights
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Prostitutes and rich niggas, just a recipe for long nights
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Shake well and all they do, I¡¯m laying next to some girl who last night showed me things I never knew
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Either I¡¯m bending space out or I¡¯m just bending space in
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I put my heart on tracks, but it¡¯s four AM and that chick¡¯s still racing
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One bed, two girls, three way, four times
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My shame came off their clothes, it¡¯s paradise of the mind
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Absolute vodka mixed with absolute freedom
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I meet my darker side and it¡¯s a pleasure just to meet him
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I¡¯m thinking about puffing and writing while fucking
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Yesterday¡¯s gone and tomorrow ain¡¯t come
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And if tomorrow ain¡¯t come and that¡¯s the name that she told me
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But when you hit this level, every first name is phoneme
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But here, the air tastes better, weed is more potent and girls seem wetter
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Days are a haze and drinks just stronger, nocturnal nigga, these nights seem longer
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I¡¯m only here for one night, it¡¯s Disneyland for man, white girls, blue kush, red lights
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America and Amster¡¦damn
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Bend Ya
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Mann |