Chanel – Call Me Karizma (originally by Frank Ocean)

It’s really you that’s on my mind
It’s really you that’s on my mind

My guy pretty like a girl
And he got fight stories to tell
See both sides like Chanel
See on both sides like Chanel
Swimmin’ laps through pool water
Heated like I’m underworld
Hide my tattoos in Shibuya
Police think I’m of the underworld
Police think I’m of the underworld, yeah

It’s really you that’s on my mind
It’s really you that’s on my mind
It’s really you that’s on my mind
It’s really you that’s on my mind

V both sides of the twelve
Steam both sides of the L
Freeze smoke rings and they hail
Sleet snow grind for the wealth
Whole team diamonds is real
Showed ’em how to shine by theirselves
Need a cosign for your health
Need that bitch to grind on my belt
Need that bitch to grind on my belt

Oh dude, I should bring the real sample
Yeah, I’ll drag it right here
Wow, fuck it

I don’t drink so I think about you
Still over the sink almost feels like I do
Can’t get you out of my mind so I got tattoo
Would’ve rather had you
But here I am, crying, while you’re laughing
You’re having a good life
I’m damaged, I’m grabbing the cook knife
You’re savage, you’re badder than suge knight
I’m crashing, I gave it a good fight
But I hope there’s hope
Can I cope long enough to watch you come back home?
Can I stoke this fucking fire so it’s not so cold?
Is Picasso dope? Shit, yeah
I wanna write you to write these wrongs
You said you’d never text me, so I write these songs
You said you’d never call, but never takes too long
So before you’re gone (Gone)

My guy pretty like a girl
And he got fight stories to tell
See both sides like Chanel
See on both sides like Chanel
Swimmin’ laps through pool water
Heated like I’m underworld
Hide my tattoos in Shibuya
Police think I’m of the underworld

It’s really you that’s on my mind (My guy pretty like a girl and he got fight stories to tell)
It’s really you that’s on my mind (I see both sides like Chanel, see on both sides like Chanel)
It’s really you that’s on my mind (Swimmin’ laps through pool water, heated like I’m underworld)
It’s really you that’s on my mind (Hide my tattoos in Shibuya, police think I’m of the underworld)