Little Demon (Side A - Arca Remix) • Frank Ocean, Arca, Skepta • Live From NYC 12.10.21
Channel: Chris Sawyer
Date: 2021-12-11

Little Demon (Side A - Arca Remix) 
Frank Ocean, Arca, Skepta 
Performed by Arca @ A2B2: Night Of Fire 2
Credits to Blonded, Arca, Skepta, and all affiliated parties

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*Lyrical transcription is ~not~ 100% accurate

TRANSCRIPTION

[Intro: Frank Ocean]

Vision for my-
Do he got a vision for my-
Do he got a vision for my-
Do he got a vision for my-

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]

Living on the fringes, Hendrix shit
Bleach blonde, Lennox Shit
Hot boy, (British?) shit
Top Boy, British shit

Got a whole new kit, - ay
Got a calm kid, - yuh
From goin’ cheatin’ on orange
fiendin’ on all this shit, - uh

[Chorus 1: Frank Ocean]

Little demon on my shoulder, that’s dependent on my mind
Somebody pray for my opponents, got this vengeance on my mind
Is God workin’ on it? 
Do he got a vision for my life?
Do he got a vision for my life? 
Do he got a vision for my-

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]

Young boy, pretty corpse, not funny, but shit
ni**as just got some money and shit
Got a whole plate, can't stomach this shit
None of this shit (Damn)
Like a porn clip (Uh)
If you turn up the mix
All my fantasies is fucked up, you can hear their screams

[Chorus 2: Frank Ocean]

Little demon on my shoulder, that’s dependent on my mind
Somebody pray, I gotta pray, I got these visions in my mind
Attempted murder charges
Still attemptin’, try an attempt it
They tryna tempt it, murder charges 
Still attemptin’, tryna kill a-

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]

Cocaine took several father figures outta mine
Cocaine took several father figures outta mine
Cocaine took several father figures outta mine
Attempted murder charges,
still attemptin’, tryna kill a guy
Ego not your ‘migo, worst decisions made for sake of pride
Splits, Van Damme, fifty-fifty chance I let shit sli-

[Break: Frank Ocean]

ls this just if I ain't have to tap her, I could see for twenty miles out
How do you know if that glock's gone cut cold in July, hot
Sick soul, Roscoe's Chicken 'N Waffles with the sides huh
Ones that’s always quiet be the ones you gotta mind-

I'm standin' right here, I pretend like I don't hear them

[Verse 4: Skepta]

(Yeah)
Piece of paper in my mouth, let my demons out to play
Then I buried 'em in the dirt
'Cause they was standin' in my way
I wasn't welcome in the church
Someone that Jesus couldn't save
I'm the real livin' evil, I spit on the devil’s…

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