The World According To: Frank Ocean's Tweets

You're only asking for trouble.

He can write you a great song and fix the Muffler on your 2007 Toyota Camry. This, my friends, is how you hustle.

Lance Armstrong's OWN interview was apart of the disgraced cyclist's attempts at rehabilitating, and not only did Frank not see it for Lance, neither have federal investigators who are reportedly going to slap Armstrong with charges of obstruction and witness tampering. Ocean knows.

Here Ocean argued that contrary to the lyrics of country music singer Glen Campbell, the world does keep spinning 'round. No word on whether or not the birds are really singing in the morning, or whether they are in fact, crowing to a pre-recorded track.

You never know when a volatile R&B singer is going to (allegedly) jump you, so one must be better prepared. As in get at me now...with my dog.

The future is now all because it sounds like it is. Trust and believe.

Knowing stuff is cool or whatever, but sometimes it really gets in the way of your thought process. It's like, if you know a few things, you can't believe in everything. Sucks because I want to believe I can fly and believe I can touch the sky.

When you're having fun, time wants you to enjoy those precious moments. So it doesn't fly or even sprint. No, it jogs. Just for you. Aren't you special?

Anyone who continues to listen to "Diary of a Mad Band" wonders the same thing. Why couldn't Jodeci just give us one more album?

Do you know who thinks honorary degrees are better than earned degrees? People in possession of neither.

When someone says "Merry X-Mas," they're not taking the Christ out of Christmas; they're saying Christmas with a Greek later. Thankfully, a black man from New Orleans is here to help you end such misconceptions.

Yoda didn't like dark side, but what's a Jedi to a future Grammy winner?

See what happens when you let the wrong astrologer give you a reading? Then again, according to the responses to this tweet, a Scorpio would say this.

André 3000 released a statement to say that Big Boi adding a verse to "Pink Matter" does not make it an Outkast remix. The person who wrote the song says otherwise, so what does this mean? Short answer: Release definitive OutKast tracks over silly press releases.

Check them. Before them check you. Or something.

If only Mitt Romney had listened to this bit of advice. Dude would've probably still lost, but not as badly.

Bobby Fischer on school: "Nobody's interested in it. The teachers are stupid. They shouldn't have any women in there. They don't know how to teach. And they shouldn't make anyone go to school. You don't want to go, you don't go, that's all." He's also pretty racist and sexist. so "wild" is one way to put it.

To the social media stunters on your feed trying to make you feel bad for having not preordered the iPhone 6.5, presumbably because your ass is broke, remember that a millionaire still uses the 4 when he could be buy an iPhone 5 every hour on the hour for five days a week and not flinch.

The lesson here is two-fold: Get some rest to avoid grogginess. Also: When someone tells you a tale that sounds too ridiculous to believe, Google, your real friend, will tell you the truth.

Mr. Ocean, doesn't believe in January, February, March, or April. All he sees is signs, all he sees is weather pattern signs.

Just like you and me, Frank Ocean hates annoying Twitter bots soiling your follower count and mentions. Go away, ssjdksdsds, and take your peep show sale offers someplace else.

You don't need an AR-15 to shoot Bambi's descendants in the back to turn into delicious sausage for supper says Frank. It won't be long now before he's added to the NRA celebrity hate list.

Keyshia Cole may very well likely still be piecing her scalp back together after DC3 stans stormed her Twitter page (Cole dissed Michelle Williams for purportedly killing the vibe of Beyoncé's SuperBowl Halftime show). Even so, if no one appreciates her contributions to the music industry, Frank Ocean sure does.

There are two ways to look at this, with the first being the discovery that maybe, just maybe, we are all nothing more than characters acting out scenes in a very long dream of some mythical god with too much time on his or her hands. The other is the realization that it's probably not a good idea to use weed-enhanced brownies as snack food when watching SyFy.

In case you were confused as to how this thing works.