We once had things in common
Now the only thing we share is the refrigerator
Ice cold baby, I told you I’m ice cold (ice cold)
You out here flying high
Go ahead fly that thing
High, high
But fly alone

You always smoking in the house
What if my mother comes over
You can’t get up and get a job
'Cause this little hustle’s getting you by
You’re the dealer and the stoner
With the sweetest kiss I’ve ever known

I know what I was on
I had a Pilot Jones
(What you know about him)
She took me high
(Oh did she now)
Then she took me home
(We talkin 'bout)
Pilot Jones, Pilot Jones

Tonight she came stumbling across my lawn again
I just don’t know why
I keep on trying to keep a grown woman sober
See there you go reaching up your blouse
And no I don’t want a child
But I ain’t been touched in a while
By the dealer and the stoner
With the sweetest kiss I’ve ever known

I know what I was on
I had a Pilot Jones
(What you know about him)
She took me high
(Oh did she now)
Then she took me home
(We talkin 'bout)
Pilot Jones, Pilot Jones

In the sky up above the birds
I saw the sky like I never seen before you
Thought I was above you
Above this in so many ways
But if I got a condo on a cloud
Then I guess you can stay at my place
I’ma get one
I need ya
I admit it
You’re my Pilot Jones

More lyrics from Frank Ocean

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