Golden Girl lyrics - Frank Ocean (feat. Tyler, The Creator)

She peels an orange for us in the morning

She woke me up to give me half

I can hear the children soccer balling

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

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)

If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still?

(Tropic, tropic, tropic, breezes, breezes, breezes)

If we don't have to live through hell just to get to heaven

(Tropic, tropic, tropic, breezes, breezes, breezes, breezes)

I'mma stay right here, with you

(Tropic, tropic, tropic, breezes, breezes, breezes, breezes)

'Til the hurricane comes, 'til the tsunami comes

(Tropic, tropic, tropic, breezes)

I've found my gold

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)

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

Um, 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 hoping that you don't turn my neck green