Frank Ocean - Little Demon (Arca Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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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, British shit
Top Boy, British shit
Found the wrong kid
Gotta calm the kid, yeah
From congea to orange via my orange shit

[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 a vision for my-

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Young boy, pretty corpse, not forty 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 I'm pourin' the clip
If you turn off the mix
All my fantasies is fucked up, you can hear their screams

[Chorus 2: Frank Ocean]
Little demon on my shoulder, that's dependent 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 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]
[?] lyin', had to tap her, I could see for twenty miles out
[?] knows the Glock still cut the cold in July-hot
Six hour [?] ticket, whop 'em with the side stick
Once this always fry up you the ones you gotta 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