Lyrics Frank Ocean - Summer Remains

Right hand to God
Left hand holding the jewels
And I'm swearing up and down
I'm cursing out the moon
Tide stole my youth
These creases in my brow ain't tan lines
Saltwater swole my eyes
The sun's burning black and blue
Too cold this side of June

It ain't natural

Right hand in yours
Left hand holding the juice
When that jungle flower blooms
Leave it in the ground
Don't try to cut it out
The creases in your brow ain't tan lines
Saltwater swole your eyes
The sun burned black and blue
Too cold this side of June

It ain't natural

I'll rebel, I'll rebel
But it ain't natural
I take care, I take care
It's just not growing well
I'm no match for you
It's not hard to tell
This isn't going well

But we're under the palm trees
Thinking heaven must be
Somewhere under these palm trees
With all the hell we're raising
At least we had the palm trees
To shade us from the ray beams
But not even the palm trees
Could save us from the flames
Summer remains