Monks - Frank Ocean

Mosh pits and bare chest

Stage diving sky diver

Spray the crowd with cold water

Now it’s mosh pits and wet tits

I think I need a cold shower

Cool waters

African girl speaks in English accent

Likes to fuck boys in bands

Likes to watch Westerns

And ride me without the hands

Show me her passport

She’s on her own tour

But you’re beautiful to me

Wave 'em high, girl, to the sky

But you’re beautiful to me

Live in the clouds

Wave 'em high, girl, to the sky

But you’re beautiful to me

Life in the clouds

Keep em high, y’all

Beautiful stars

In the sky

Monks in the mosh pit

Stage diving Dalai Lama

Feet covered in cut flowers

They mosh for enlightenment

Clean chakra, good karma

One with the water

Indian girl sleeps above the temple

Planning a runaway, young at heart

You found a boyfriend

And now you wanna get away, get away

Just a virgin lover on a getaway, get away

And at sunset they’re gonna try and get away, get away

Abhaya Mudra

I never ask for much

But please keep up lover

We’ve got no choices left

The running’s fast

Run, run, run, run

You’re beautiful to me

Run, run, run, run, you’d better run

You mean so much to me

In my world, my world

We made it safely

Even with your father’s army trailing us

We escaped him

Even with his archers' bows at our backs

What a great escape

But there’s a long way still in fact

We’re lost in a jungle underneath these clouds

There’s a monsoon that never ends

A coke white tiger woke us from our slumber

To guide and protect us til the end

We’re in the clouds

Wave 'em high now, to the sky

But you’re beautiful to me, oh

Keep 'em high, y’all, show you right

But you’re beautiful to me, oh (Right)

Beautiful