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“my boyfriend drives a lil bucket when it rain it fills up with rain my boyfriend he gon pick me up don't distract him at the wheel in his lane he's the only one my boyfriend he misses me when i'm gone so he don't forget me there's a song he sings calms his nerve, endings my boyfriend is friendly and we don't want no problems i could say that i'm happy they let me and my boyfriend become married i could say that i'm happy but cross my heart i didn't notice hope to die no never, we voted me and my boyfriend cast our ballot every kiss reads like a poem making wrongs right like a poem i couldn't say i dream of you because my dreams are filled with no one and all is lost me and my boyfriend we found we don't hope for beyonds at all me and my boyfriend spend time and that's all i'm holding on this time we got permission nothing's above condition but this ain't a thang it's a mission can't join the band so sing along me and my boyfriend got it going on sleep with fans and t shirts on asleep in vans your legs all strewn across my lap tan lines where your watch was strapped you took off to make time cut your hair you left it long i love to stare there's nothing wrong and if i die while i'm asleep i pray to God my boyfriend keeps my secret peace”

Quote by Frank Ocean

Work

Boys Don't Cry

This book delves into the personal journey of a transgender individual, offering a raw and honest portrayal of the struggles and triumphs encountered in the process of self-discovery and acceptance. It provides a window into the lives of those who defy traditional gender norms, highlighting the importance of empathy and understanding in fostering a more inclusive society. more

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Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean

Frank Ocean is an American singer, songwriter, and music producer, born on October 28, 1987. He is known for his unique musical style and profound lyrics, with notable works including 'Nostalgia, Ultra' and 'Blonde'. Ocean's music blends various genres, including R&B, hip-hop, and pop. more

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