Forrest Gump Forrest Gump Lyrics I wanna see your pom-poms from the stands Come on, come on [Chorus: Frank Ocean] My fingertips and my lips They burn from the cigarettes Forrest Gump You run my mind, boy Runnin' on my mind, boy Forrest Gump [Verse 1: Frank Ocean] I know you, Forrest I know you wouldn't hurt a beetle But you're so buff and so strong I'm nervous, Forrest Forrest Gump [Chorus: Frank Ocean] My fingertips and my lips They burn from the cigarettes Forrest Gump You run my mind, boy Runnin' on my mind, boy Forrest Gump I saw your game, Forrest ( All eyes are on number forty-four ) I was screaming, "Run, forty-four" But you kept running past the end zone ( He could just be the stupidest son of a bitch alive ) Oh, where'd you go, Forrest
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People just throw them right in the storm drain like its their ashtray. Despite the groups best efforts, cigarette litter keeps showing up on the streets, stuffed in sidewalk cracks or scattered like little bones on the blacktop
