"Little Demon (Arca Remix)" lyrics - FRANK OCEAN

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[Intro: Frank Ocean]
Do He got-do He got a vision for my-
Living on the fringes, Hendrix shit
Do He got a vision for my
Do He got a-
Do He got a-do He got a-do He got a-do He got a
Do we got a vision for my-
Me, I'm fresh as Hendrix shit
Bleach blonde, Lennox shit
Hot boy, British shit
Do He got vision for my-do He got vision for my

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
Living on the fringes, Hendrix shit
Bleach blonde, Lennox shit
Hot boy, [?] shit
Top Boy, British shit
Found the wrong kid
Gotta calm kid, yeah
From Congea to orange via my Orange shit, uh

[Chorus 1: Frank Ocean]
Little demon on my shoulder, that's dependent on my mind
Somebody pray for my opponents, got this vengeance on my mind
Is God workin' on it? Do He got a vision for my life?
Do He got a vision for my life?
Do He got vision for my-

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Young boy, pretty corpse, not forty but shit
This niggas just got some money and shit
Got a whole plate, can't stomach this shit
None of this shit, damn
Like a porn clip
If you turn up the mix
All my fantasies, they fucked up, you can hear their screams

[Chorus 2: Frank Ocean]
Little demon on my shoulder, that's dependin' on my mind
Somebody pray that I pray, I got these visions in my mind
Attempted murder charges still attempted, tryna- attempt
Tryna- attempted murder charges still attempted- tryna kill-

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
Cocaine, took several father figures out of mind
Attempted murder charges still attempted, tryna kill a guy
Ego not your migo, worst decisions made for sake of pride
Splits, Van Damme, fifty-fifty chance I let shit sli-

[Break: Frank Ocean]
(Lies) ls this just if I ain't have to tap her? I could see for twenty miles out
How d'you know if that Glock's gone cut the cold in July-hot
Six hour Roscoe's Chicken 'N Waffles with this ice, uh
Once this always fry up you the ones you got in mind
Nigga, I'm standing right here but I pretend like I don't hear them

[Verse 4: Skepta]
Yeah
Piece of paper in my mouth, let my demons out to play
Then I buried 'em in the dirt
'Cause they was standin' in my way
I wasn't welcome in the church
Someone that Jesus couldn't save
I'm the real livin' evil, I speak on the devil's name