End - Frank Ocean

Darker times

They’re telling boulder heavy lies

Looks like all we’ve got is each other

The truth is obsolete

Remember when all I had was my mother

She didn’t compromise

She could recognize

(Voodoo)

Our daughters and our sons

Are just candles in the sun

(Voodoo)

Don’t let him see divide

Don’t you let her see divide

(Voodoo)

She’s got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit

He’s got the whole wide world in his pants

He wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band

Then put the whole wide world on her hands

She’s got the whole wide world in her hands

He’s got the whole wide world in his hands, in his hands