Summer Remains - Frank Ocean

My right hand hand to God

Left hand holding the jewels

Left hand holding the jewels

My right hand to God

Left hand holding the jewels

My right hand to God

Left hand holding the jewels

And I'm swearing up and down

The tide stole my youth

The creases in my brow ain't tan lines

Saltwater swole my eyes

The sun burnt me black and blue

Too cold this side of June

Yeah

It ain't natural

Right hand in yours

Left hand holding the jewels

When that jungle flower blooms

Better leave it in the ground

Don't try to cut it out

The creases in your brow ain't tan lines

Saltwater swole my eyes

The sun burnt you black and

Blue on your green eyes

Too cold this side of June

That ain't natural

I'll rebel I'll rebel

But this ain't natural

I'll take care I'll take care

If this ain't going well

I'm no match for you

This isn't hard to tell

That it ain't going well

When we're under the palm trees

Thinking heaven must be

Somewhere under these palm trees

With all the hell we're raising

At least we had the palm trees

To save us from the ray beams

But not even the palm trees

Could save us from the flames

Summer remains ooh

Oh Summer remains

Oh yeah Summer remains

Summer remains