"Little Demon" 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 we got a vision for my
Do He got a-
Do we got a-do we got a-do we got a-do we got a
Do He got a vision for my-
Me, I'm fresh as Hendrix shit
Bleach blonde, Lennox shit
Hot boy, British shit
Do we got vision for my-do we got vision for my

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

[Chorus: 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 a vision for my-

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Young boy, pretty [?], not funny, but shit
Lil' 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 (Uh), if you turn up the mix
All my fantasies, they fucked up, you can hear their screams

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Little demon on my shoulder, that's dependin' on my mind
Somebody pray, I gotta 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 the 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 do you know if that Glock's gone cut the cold in July, hot
SIG SAUER, Roscoe's Chicken 'N Waffles with this ice, uh
Notice I was brought up with ones you got in mind
Nigga, I'm standin' 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 spit on the devil's name...