[Intro: Aasim]
Uh, uh, uh
Check it out now, uh
Uh
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[Verse 1: Aasim]
More Fabolous than Loso
Mo' hoes to the V.I.P. section we call it the dojo
Slow flow, hits like a slug from fo'-fo's
Vodka cup, doubled up, Young Dot, blow dro
I don't know, must be the scent of my mojo
Got chicks on my Johnson, ocho
I'm quick to get to stickin' I'm trickin', no dough
Oh no, she saw that Porsche, a fo' do'
Kobe Bryant of this thing, mouth runnin' like Flo Jo
And I'm eatin' n***as for breakfast, no homo
Aasim, livin' legend, you rappers so-so
You ain't tough, you guys mo' ass than Coco
Six-fo' Impala city, lolo
Hotel, room 112, dolo
Not me, I got three, I'm loco
Rosé, full Cliquot, I'm playin Rico
Suave as I slide bae my info
She don't know I'm hung, she was sprung off the intro
Told her I'm a broke dude, I just drive a Pinto
And kick a couple flows over instrumentals
Let me, novacane you, Social Club arrange you
Most that overcame you could never entertain you
Let Aasim save you, Cape Crusader lay you
Down to the sounds of the king!
DJ Far
[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
I think I started somethin'
I got what I wanted
Did-didn't I can't feel nothin', superhuman
Even when I'm fuckin', Viagra poppin'
Every single record, autotuning
Zero emotion, muted emotion
Pitch corrected, computed emotion, uh-huh
I blame it on the model broad with the Hollywood smile, ow
Stripper booty and a rack like wow
Brain like Berkeley
Met her at Coachella
I went to see Jigga, she went to see Z Trip, perfect
I took a seat on the ice cold lawn
She handed me a ice blue bong, whatever
She said she wanna be a dentist really badly
She's in school payin'
For tuition, doin' porn in the Valley
At least you workin'
But, girl, I can't feel my face
What are we smokin' anyway?
She said, "Don't let the high go to waste"
But can you taste a little taste?

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Novacane, baby, baby
Novacane, baby, I want you
Fuck me good, fuck me long, fuck me numb
Love me now, when I'm gone, love me none
Love me none, love me none
Numb, numb, numb, numb
[Interlude: Automated Voice]
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[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
Sink full of dishes, pacin' in the kitchen
Cocaine for breakfast, yikes
Bed full of women, flip on a tripod
Little red light on shootin'
I'm feelin' like Stanley Kubrick
This is some visionary shit
Been tryna film pleasure with my eyes wide shut
But it keeps on movin'
I blame it on the model broad with the Hollywood smile
Stripper booty with a rack like wow
I'll never forget ya
You put me on a feelin' I never had
Never had, never had (Never)
And ever since I've been tryna get it back
And pick it up and put it back
Now I'm somethin' like the chemist on campus
But there's no drug around
Quite like what I found in you, you
I still can't feel my face
What am I smokin' anyway? (Ahh)
She said, "Don't let the high go to waste" (Ooh)
But can you taste a little taste?
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Novacane, baby, baby (Ohh)
Novacane, baby, I want you
Fuck me good, fuck me long, fuck me numb
Love me now, when I'm gone, love me none
Love me none, love me none
Numb, numb, numb, numb

[Bridge: Frank Ocean]
Novacane, novacane, novacane
Novacane, novacane (Ohh)
Numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain
Numb the pain, numb the pain (Ohh, ohh)
Novacane, novacane, novacane
Novacane, novacane
For the pain, for the pain (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Novacane, novacane (Ooh)

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
Pretty girls involved with me
Makin' pretty love to me, pretty
Pity, pity
All the pretty girls involved with me
Makin' pretty love to me, pretty
Pity, pity
I can't feel a thing, I can't feel, I can't feel a thing
I can't feel a thing, I can't feel, feel, feel, feel her
I can't feel, feel her
Novacane, novacane, novacane
I can't feel, feel her
Novacane for the pain, for the pain
I can't, can't feel her
Feel her, feel her, ohh
Novacane, novacane-cane