Futura Free by Frank Ocean Lyric and Guitar Chords

(Intro)

[G6/B] [Fmaj7/C]

(Verse 1)
If I was being

honest
I’d say long as I could fk three times a day and not skip a [G6/B]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”
[Fmaj7/C]I’m on momma, I’m on
Now I’m making 400, 600, 800K momma

To stand on my feet momma
[G6/B]Play these songs, it’s therapy momma, they paying me momma
I should be paying

them
I should be paying y’all honest to [Fmaj7/C]God
I’m just a guy I’m not a god
Sometimes I feel like I’m a god but I’m not a [G6/B]god
If I was I don’t know which heaven would have me momma
Let me run this bch
I’ma run it into the [Fmaj7/C]ground momma, the whole galaxy
God damn, fk these lames, they don’t want none
fk these lames, they don’t want[G6/B] none fk these niggas
fk these niggas, they don’t want none
fk these niggas
Fmaj7/C. C Csus2
fk you niggas fk me if I hated on you

(Verse 2)
I’ma stick [G6/B]around I’m gon’ let my nuts hang

Nigga you got some just like me don’t you?
Or maybe not just like [Fmaj7/C]me you know I’m Africano Americano
And even if you’re half Japanese
Roots run deep
Family tree, throw a big shadow
[G6/B]Tech company please gimme immortality
I’m going rapidly fading drastically
[Fmaj7/C] Or pulled the zip down
Wet your lips first
Lick the tip now
[G6/B]Smoke some’n
They tryna find 2Pac
[Fmaj7/C]Don’t let ’em find 2Pac
He evade the press
[G6/B]He escape the stress
La da da da da
La da da da [Fmaj7/C]da, la da da da da

(Verse 3)
N.C.
I’ll keep quiet and let you run your phone bill up
[Fmaj7/C] I know you love to talk

I ain’t on your schedule
I ain’t on no schedule[Fmaj7/C]
I ain’t had me a job since 2009
I ain’t on no sales [Fmaj7/C]floor You say I’m changing on you
I feel like Selena
[Fmaj7/C]They wanna murder a nigga, murder me like Selena
You must ain’t get the memo I don’t cut bches no more
But your bch my exception come get her outta my four door
I only got one four door
Remember when I had that Lexus, no
Our friend[Fmaj7/C]ship don’t go back that far
N.C.
Tyler slept on my sofa yeah
Niggas go back that far
N.C.
I ain’t smoked all year
This the last [Fmaj7/C]song so

I’m finna wipe that off
Tolerance is

so low, still smoke a whole ‘gar
Me[Fmaj7/C]nage on my birthday, tap out on the first stroke
Cause this ain’t no work day, she don’t give head anyway
Cuz what niggas [Fmaj7/C]say, that’s what she tell her man
What a difference distance makes, niggas want fight in the streets
Now sht starting to make my hands hurt
[Fmaj7/C] 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 [Fmaj7/C]ran from a nigga

You could change this track now
Could’ve

changed this bch 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 [Fmaj7/C]Matt know
sht went 180 on me please run that back though

(Outro)

Capo off

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