White

Producers：Frank Ocean/Tyler,The Creator

Writers：Frank Ocean/Tyler,The Creator

Could this be Earth?

Could this be light?

Does this mean everything is going to be alright?

One look out my window

There's trees talking like people

I've dreamt of storms

I've dreamt of sound

I've dreamt of gravity keeping us around

I've slept in the darkness

It was lonely, and it was silent

What is this love?

I don't feel the same

Don't believe what this is could be given a name

I woke, you were there

Tracing planets on my forehead

But I'll forget 23 like I forget 17

And I forget my first love like you forget a daydream

And what of all my wild friends, and the times I've had with them

We'll all fade to grey soon

On the TV station