U-N-I-T-Y
By Frank Ocean
2012
3:20
Official Music Video
U-N-I-T-Y by Frank Ocean
Lyrics & Translation
English
U-N-I-T
U-N-I
My head fatiguing off the opus
Kept it underground to focus
I feel afterlife, six under oath, don't want no hocus pocus
Niggas tryna go pop, I draw contact, rip my facemask
Nothin' but, nothin' but net, is you Roger or Novak?
You still are no match, you get no rematch
Boy, you missed your moment
Perusing the MoMA, I'm on all my lonely, burst in tears
On his shoulder and it's so cold 'cause he's sculpture
Where's the shaman, Ayahuasca
I had WhatsApp'd him for atonement
I never ever trust the pre-rolled
I never let a random motherfucker shoot the B-roll
I never ask advice from him 'cause what could he know?
Never fuck someone you wouldn't wanna be though
It forever seemed like time's up
When we swerved in the Honda
Now forever seems like no time
I mean, time flies when you have some
Both nuts weigh two pounds, all on your bitch like futons
My crew saved your crew
Like niggas came through with the Groupons
Cookin' with the grease now, truffle fries and Cholula
Are you slowin' down? Are you holdin' down?
Whoever held you down
Whoever propped you up, built the structures with you
Swished the buckets with ya, who was fuckin' with ya?
Really brothers when you needed that?
When you see 'em now is it forced black?
Hail Mary on the fourth down
Hands to the sky, yeah
Peace to the holy, peace to the people that think they know me
Piece of Moschino, cover your ass, your rectum showing
Peace to the boys that we used to be though
Geto Boy, North Face too cold on these hoes
Peace out to Willie D, Bushwick Billy and 'Face
Piece of steak grillin' in Jesus' name, speakin' his grace
Hands to the sky
U-N-I-T-Y, Neptunes and peace signs
Chiraq, Palestine like
Iberville 1995
You'd think that was airstrikes on outside
I put refugees in my villa, play kids the Fu-Gee-La
All this space Atlanta
Place order McMansion and two apple pies
I want the Porsche Bugatti-design
Silicon Valley, new venture is tits up
How do I crop your new bitch out my Vine?
Sick, blue nose pit foamin' white like frappo jacko
El Chapo, de facto
Bell nacho, shell taco, crunch crackle
Green emerald, pink diamonds like Apple Jack bowl
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of U-N-I-T-Y by Frank Ocean
U-N-I-T-Y* (original Frank Ocean)
U-N-I-T
U-N-I
My head fatiguing off the opus
Kept it underground to focus
I feel afterlife, six under oath, don't want no hocus pocus
Niggas tryna go pop, I draw contact, rip my facemask
Nothin' but, nothin' but net, is you Roger or Novak?
You still are no match, you get no rematch
Boy, you missed your moment
Perusing the MoMA, I'm on all my lonely, burst in tears
On his shoulder and it's so cold 'cause he's sculpture
Where's the shaman, Ayahuasca
I had WhatsApp'd him for atonement
I never ever trust the pre-rolled
I never let a random motherfucker shoot the B-roll
I never ask advice from him 'cause what could he know?
Never fuck someone you wouldn't wanna be though
It forever seemed like time's up
When we swerved in the Honda
Now forever seems like no time
I mean, time flies when you have some
Both nuts weigh two pounds, all on your bitch like futons
My crew saved your crew
Like niggas came through with the Groupons
Cookin' with the grease now, truffle fries and Cholula
Are you slowin' down? Are you holdin' down?
Whoever held you down
Whoever propped you up, built the structures with you
Swished the buckets with ya, who was fuckin' with ya?
Really brothers when you needed that?
When you see 'em now is it forced black?
Hail Mary on the fourth down
Hands to the sky, yeah
Peace to the holy, peace to the people that think they know me
Piece of Moschino, cover your ass, your rectum showing
Peace to the boys that we used to be though
Geto Boy, North Face too cold on these hoes
Peace out to Willie D, Bushwick Billy and 'Face
Piece of steak grillin' in Jesus' name, speakin' his grace
Hands to the sky
U-N-I-T-Y, Neptunes and peace signs
Chiraq, Palestine like
Iberville 1995
You'd think that was airstrikes on outside
I put refugees in my villa, play kids the Fu-Gee-La
All this space Atlanta
Place order McMansion and two apple pies
I want the Porsche Bugatti-design
Silicon Valley, new venture is tits up
How do I crop your new bitch out my Vine?
Sick, blue nose pit foamin' white like frappo jacko
El Chapo, de facto
Bell nacho, shell taco, crunch crackle
Green emerald, pink diamonds like Apple Jack bowl
U-N-I-T-Y (traducción LyricVerse Team)
U-N-I-T
U-N-I
Mi cabeza fatigándose de la obra
Lo mantuve oculto para enfocarme
Siento la vida después, seis bajo juramento, no quiero trucos de magia
Negros intentando hacerse pop, hago contacto, arranco mi mascarilla
Nada más que, nada más que red, ¿eres Roger o Novak?
Todavía no eres rival, no tendrás revancha
Chico, perdiste tu momento
Recorriendo el MoMA, estoy en toda mi soledad, rompo a llorar
En su hombro y hace tanto frío porque es una escultura
¿Dónde está el chamán, Ayahuasca?
Le había enviado un WhatsApp para la expiación
Nunca jamás confío en el pre-enrollado
Nunca dejo que un cabrón cualquiera grabe el B-roll
Nunca le pido consejo porque ¿qué podría saber él?
Nunca te acuestes con alguien que no querrías ser
Siempre pareció que el tiempo se acababa
Cuando nos desviamos en el Honda
Ahora para siempre parece poco tiempo
Quiero decir, el tiempo vuela cuando tienes algo
Ambos huevos pesan dos libras, todos sobre tu perra como futones
Mi equipo salvó a tu equipo
Como si los negros vinieran con los Groupons
Cocinando con la grasa ahora, papas trufadas y Cholula
¿Estás desacelerando? ¿Estás aguantando?
Quienquiera que te apoyó
Quienquiera que te sostuvo, construyó las estructuras contigo
Encestó los baldes contigo, ¿quién estaba jodiendo contigo?
¿Realmente hermanos cuando lo necesitabas?
Cuando los ves ahora, ¿es un negro forzado?
Ave María en el cuarto intento
Manos al cielo, sí
Paz a lo sagrado, paz a la gente que cree conocerme
Un trozo de Moschino, cúbrete el culo, tu recto se está mostrando
Paz a los chicos que solíamos ser, sin embargo
Geto Boy, North Face demasiado frío para estas putas
Paz a Willie D, Bushwick Billy y 'Face
Un trozo de bistec asándose en nombre de Jesús, hablando de su gracia
Manos al cielo
U-N-I-T-Y, Neptunes y signos de paz
Chiraq, Palestina como
Iberville 1995
Pensarías que eran ataques aéreos afuera
Pongo refugiados en mi villa, les pongo a los niños el Fu-Gee-La
Todo este espacio Atlanta
Haz un pedido de McMansion y dos tartas de manzana
Quiero el Porsche diseño Bugatti
Silicon Valley, nueva empresa está en la ruina
¿Cómo recorto a tu nueva perra de mi Vine?
Enfermo, pitbull de nariz azul echando espuma blanca como frappo jacko
El Chapo, de facto
Bell nacho, shell taco, crujido crepitante
Esmeralda verde, diamantes rosas como un tazón de Apple Jack
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