Frank Ocean – Biking lyrics

[Intro: Jay Z] Uh, turn, what goes around comes around Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah Goes around comes around What goes, alright, like like Life goes in cycles Everything that comes around goes around 'Fore it goes down, get you some ice [Verse 1: Jay Z] Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles Audemars before all of y'alls Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh 12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh E.T. on the handles, uh Handlebars like a Xanax Shammgod with the AND1 moves Throw that shit 'round your neck Right quick, broke boys get fixed Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips Uh, that's a full cab and a back flip Uh, sidebar [Verse 2: Frank Ocean] Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it Raf movin' slow like a creep Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin' And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't) When’s the last time I asked for some help that I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah? I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah (I can’t) When's the last time I asked for some help that I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah? Nobody [Chorus: Frank Ocean] I don't get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Vert feel like some Gucci sandals Open the sky, get a handful Torso marked up like a vandal How you not fuckin’ with cash? God gave you what you could handle Gave you what you could handle I got the grip like the handle And I'm bikin' I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel Hades got the angels TV's got the angles I'm brakin'… got… [Verse 3: Frank Ocean] Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo' I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s How can I be burr around L.A. coast? The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany broach On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast The first wedding that I've been in my twenties Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone Me and my baby can't do on our own I landed a trick, got my impossibles I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose 24 hours like they never close I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles) I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod Savage, I'm bikin', yeah [Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator] From coldwater to the shaw Alcoholic way I handle the bars This a PK, PK Ripper Nah, you can't fuck with the boy That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em My tire smokin' when I stop Okay, nobody fuckin' with me My accolades hang from my neck Pedal, I drown in the heat My sapphires drown in my sweat White mags, but I jet Jackson, I'm savin' the streets I'm Roger Rabbit in the air I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah I rose my rate, brand new brakes Why I name it Slater? Ask my date [Chorus: Frank Ocean] I don't get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Vert feel like some Gucci sandals Open the sky, get a handful Torso marked up like a vandal How you not fuckin' with cash? God gave you what you could handle Gave you what you could handle I got the grip like the handle And I'm bikin' I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel Hades got the angels TV's got the angles I'm brakin' [Outro: Frank Ocean] Got, got me fucked up Got 50 thousand racks Got 50 thousand racks Got, got me fucked up Got me fucked up, up 50 thousand racks Got, got me fucked up, up 50 thousand racks Got, got me fucked up Got 50 thousand racks Got 50 thousand racks Got, got me fucked up Got me fucked up, up 50 thousand racks Got, got me fucked up, up 50 thousand racks Explain Request ×

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