Frank Ocean new album Blonde: Read Tyler, The Creator's poem Tricolour for Boys Don't Cry magazine
'The early chapters of my book included bus passes / Now its tire traction off like fuck crashes, ask him how? '
Your support helps us to tell the story
From reproductive rights to climate change to Big Tech, The Independent is on the ground when the story is developing. Whether it's investigating the financials of Elon Musk's pro-Trump PAC or producing our latest documentary, 'The A Word', which shines a light on the American women fighting for reproductive rights, we know how important it is to parse out the facts from the messaging.
At such a critical moment in US history, we need reporters on the ground. Your donation allows us to keep sending journalists to speak to both sides of the story.
The Independent is trusted by Americans across the entire political spectrum. And unlike many other quality news outlets, we choose not to lock Americans out of our reporting and analysis with paywalls. We believe quality journalism should be available to everyone, paid for by those who can afford it.
Your support makes all the difference.After four years, Frank Ocean finally unleashed the follow-up to 2012’s Channel Orange titled Blonde.
Instead of a normal release, however, the singer decided to release two versions of the album, one of which is available digitally, while the other fans could pick up from pop-up shops around the world.
The physical version came intwined with a magazine containing various pictures and poems, including one by Kanye West about McDonalds.
There is also one, titled Tricolours, from former Odd Future bandmate Tyler, the Creator, who Tweeted after the album’s release "THANKS BIG BRO FOR ALLOWING ME TO BE APART OF IT.” Read the entire poem before, as transcript by The Fader.
Tyler, The Creator's Tricolours
The early chapters of my book included bus passes
Now its tire traction off like fuck crashes, ask him how?
Insurance higher than the lease bill, run flats when the feet peel
Fish tail, the boy eats meals, tummy ache from my cheap thrills
Granny hug the way the seat feel, on the left turn, leave the neck burned
From the frost bit links, size of an earth worm, wasted on last check earned
I’m, expecting this so it aint odd, two 5’s on the paint job, lactose, wide body, fat ghost
Granny's watch over me when I act slow, rev till I plateau
Keys sorted on the hip, Jeff Gordon is his mind, life’s forza on the strip
Switch gears like I take breaths, wish I had 8
Left 6 got skipped, went to 7th from the 5th
More advance than your average,
I like coupes, two shit
When my friends pull up, stops turn into a pageant
But until I get that enzo, its chapter uno
But I know what that bus pass turned into, its magic
Meanwhile, the artist behind Ocean’s visual album Endless has revealed that a 140 hour version of the video exists.
Join our commenting forum
Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies
Comments