Acura Integurl - Frank Ocean

64 - When Im Done (Prod Midi Mafia)

11 - Flight [Prod By JR Hutson]

17 - Hardest Thing (Prod Midi Mafia)

lyrics :

the dragon told me once
to be
out of living things 
to see
the changing people
their rips
that stay on my skin
your breath
the gloaming in your hearts
that gives
me the force to stay
the same as you know me
and now
what should I do
going back to the sea
that the ship keep sailing

when the time flows 
and the dark blossom comes
escaping the road to roam
aaa aaa aaa
and something is missing
around
I can't remember when
you left from the town
the secrets we share
behind
the creepiest garden
of my tears and smiles
and now
what would you say
to keep
in the darkest hours

human_aventura
may 2025

the fol’s promise

You shall love the Lord with all your heart
You shall love the Lord with all your soul,
You shall love the Lord with all your mind,
With all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind.

Oh, Lord I love You for all the things You are!
Oh, Lord I love You for all the things You do!
Oh, Lord I love You. Help me love You more,
With all my heart, with all my soul, with all my mind.

(The two parts can be sung simultaneously) 
Solo es traducción al español…Todavía no está cantada en español…🙏

🌹🎻🎶🌺🌷🌱🎻🌹

Amarás al Señor con todo tu corazón
Amarás al Señor con toda tu alma,
Amarás al Señor con toda tu mente,
Con todo tu corazón, con toda tu alma, con toda tu mente.
Oh, Señor, te amo por todas las cosas que eres!
Oh, Señor, te quiero por todas las cosas que haces!
Oh, Señor, te amo Ayúdame a amarte más!
Con todo mi corazón, con toda mi alma, con toda mi mente.

(Las dos partes se pueden cantar simultáneamente

You shall love The Lord Your God with all your heart-Mark 12:30 🌹🎻🎶🌺

Glittering 

How did we ever get in this party? 

They must have thought we were the help 

The mid-June moon 
Over the World Trade Tomb 

I don’t want to leave this rooftop 
With anyone else 

The host is a rich old bachelor 

Loves what I paint 

Your platinum hair 
Is like permission to stare 

You say, considering the three thousand churches 
In this town there are precious few saints 

Chorus:
And it is summer next week
If I could have remembered to speak 
I would invite you to Coney Island 
Not easy surviving 
In a city where indifference 
Is often the closest thing to kindness 
I’m just wondering 
If you are also pretending 
Not sure I deserve a happy ending 

Glittering, glittering 
We were glittering 
They warned me it all ends 
Embittering 
Yet I swore it wouldn’t happen to us 

Flickering lighting 
Down the complex stairwell 

And you made a joke 
About us being murdered

Then your brother got ashes 
Caught in his sunglasses 

At that point your attitude became 
Quite a bit sterner 

You accused me of contentment 
Cause I had something going 

While the absurdity of our lives 
Had been revealed bare 

According to my recollection 
We parted at an intersection 

The host advised you 
Are not exactly rare 

Chorus 

Twenty years later 
It’s happy hour 

At the bar where I tend for  
Rent 

You have the same circuitous grin 
Here at Tailspin 

And the corners of your five spot 
Are bent 

The art world hyped me 
Then forgot completely 
The end of my career couldn’t have been 
More discreet 
Never saw you on television 
But wouldn’t make an assumption 

You stare an extra second 
Order another Whiskey Neat 

Chorus. 


Frank Ocean - Brave

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