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In My Room

Frank Ocean

DETAILS

Frank Ocean has released another new single. Listen to "In My Room" below. For now, it's only available on Apple Music.

"In My Room" is the second new Ocean track to hit streaming services this fall, following last month's "DHL." Two vinyl-only singles, "Cayenado" and "Dear April," are set to be shipped soon. Ocean did seem to debut another new song, a collaboration with Skepta, at his third PrEP+ night on Halloween.

The artwork for "In My Room" coheres with that of "DHL" and the PrEP+ posters, so it's not a stretch to think that Ocean's hinting at a longer project of some sort in the near future. His last album, Blonde, came out in 2016. Read our interview with "DHL" producers Boys Noize here and read our review of Ocean's actually pretty fun second PrEP+ night here.

SONG INFO

Song: In My Room

Artist: Frank Ocean

Language: English

Release Date: 2 November 2019

LYRICS

No sleeper seats, that's a mattress

No sleeper seats, that's a mattress (Sleep)

You ain't stingy, split your tablets with me

You won't flinch when camera flashing, flashing

Not fake laidback, no it's natural

And I think you made for the life I lead

I'm not fake patient, I don't fake sick

That kinda coffin don't need lean, rest in peace

Got this lust for life

Horny for the game (Yeah)

First they kiss, then they bite soft (Yeah)

Then that bitch wanna play it off (Huh?)

Fuck it, I'm pretty still in a pit of snakes

Where serpents shake, some brand new scales

I need a new face, I'm tired of these weirdos

Acting familiar, took all the rock

And turned it to pop, they think that they Elvis

Plenty ungrateful, they don't say thank you

They don't say grace, not even for meals, not even for millions

Fuck it I'm pretty still, look at my deal

Richard Mille, look at my ears, flooded with diamonds

Look at my skills, running through blocks like 49ers

Forty-nine diamonds, stuffed in my bracelet

That cost a whop, that cost a whopper

And it ain't new, I had to knot at John Ehret in my locker

Pretty still, it ain't no pretty pill

It's either real or real

Real easy on the eyes, green like a soccer field

Skin hot, when they try me like them poppers feel

Hands shaking, norepinephrine levels sky, rocket fuel (Rocket)

Quit being violent with me (Yeah, why?, why?)

Quit being violent with me

Quit being violent with me

You make me violent

My room, my room, my room with me

Every night you were in my room

My room, my room with me

I guess I can't state my feelings too soon

I don't know you

And I can't put no threats in the air

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