[Intro: Frank Ocean]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]

I was sixteen when we first laid eyes

Scrawny little fucker, yeah, I was that guy

And you was down for the weekend, I was down for the greetings

And you eyes the same color shit that Jasper be chiefing

Couple freckles on your noses, roses made you blush

Gentleman, I was, like I wasn't tryna fuck

But it was my first official date so I was stuck, like

It was past curfew, and we was at the Grove

And it was raining, and I had to be home

And then you grab my hand, talking about tryna get home safe or something

All I remember was your motherfuckin' face

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]

I play in your hair as you rub on my ears

Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked

Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked

Now it's awkward in here because our lips locked

Feels like I'm floating in air

Can't believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked

Man, this feels like a dream because our lips locked

You officially put my feelings inside a Ziploc bag

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]

You gotta a nigga sprung, whenever I'm holding your hand and

Making eye contact, I feel like the damn man

'Cause even though I am and get round of applauses

I'm insecure and start to think that I do not stand chance

But, moments, wish that I can own it or lease it or clone it

'Cause holding your fingertips is golden

I fucking love you, now treat my palms like a bowling ball and

Grip and keep holding on, girl

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]

As you rub on my ears

Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked

Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked

Now it's awkward in here because our lips locked

Feels like I'm floating in air

'Can't believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked

Man, this feels like a dream because our lips locked

You officially put my feelings inside a Ziploc bag

You got a nigga—

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]

Wait!

Don't think this is going to work

Things got complicated, and a couple feelings got hurt

I haven't talked to you in a couple of days

I got too comfortable

And started to think that we was really a couple

But hey (Fuck you), at least there was time spent

But by the time you hear this, you won't know what these rhymes meant

But when you realize, it's awkward, your name still my password

So I'm always fucking reminded

You got a nigga sprung

[Outro: Frank Ocean & Tyler, The Creator]

You're my girlfriend, you're my girl (Whether you like it or not!)

You're my girl, you're my girlfriend, you're my girl, girlfriend (You know I like you a lot!)

You're my girl, you're my girlfriend, you're my girl (Shit, I know that you not)

You're my girl, you're my girlfriend, you're my girlfriend (Yeah)

You're my girl, ooh (Yeah)

You're my, you're my girl (Yeah)

Ooh, girlfriend, girlfriend (Yeah)

You're my girlfriend, you're my girl, girlfriend (Yeah)

You're my girl, you're my girlfriend (Yeah)