Home Song Lyrics Frank Ocean – Biking Lyrics ft Jay Z & Tyler, The Creator

Frank Ocean – Biking Lyrics ft Jay Z & Tyler, The Creator

0

Frank Ocean – Biking Lyrics ft Jay Z & Tyler, The Creator

Biking Lyrics by  ft Jay Z & ,

[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, n—a, 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
Shamgod with the and one moves
Throw that s–t ’round your neck
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
Right quick, nights invested with these bike flips
Uh, that’s a full cab and the back flip
Uh, sidebar

[Verse 2 – Frank Ocean]
Arm stretch the tee like I nailed it
Wrapped it in slow like a creed
Shirt in the breeze like I’m sailing
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 out there (I can’t)
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
Nobody

SEE ALSO:  KYLE – OpenDoors Lyrics ft Avery Wilson

[Hook/Chorus – Frank Ocean]
I don’t get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Prefer like some Gucci sandals
Hoping this guy got an anvil
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not f—–g with cash?
God gave you what you can handle
Gave you what you can handle
I got the grip like the handle
And I’m biking
I’m biking with me and my Daniel
AD’s got the angels
TV’s got the angles
I’m braking!!! god

[Verse 3 – Frank Ocean]
Biking, I’m biking, I’m biking slow-mo
Maybe the four will exciting us more
I’m cold where the temperatures dip below 17
How can I be burr around, are they close?
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany broach
On my lapelle, at the table, I’m giving a toast
The first wedding that I’ve been in my twenties
Thinking maybe someone is not something to own
Maybe the government got nothing to do
Maybe the feeling just comes in and goes
Think I want me a lil’ one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can do on our own
I landed a trick on my impossible
I’m f—–g with Addy, I’m watching my dose
24 hours a day, never close
I’m biking, I’m biking, I’m biking these blocks, yeah
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
I’m biking uphill and it’s burning my quads
I’m biking downhill and it sound like a fishing rod
Savage, I’m biking

SEE ALSO:  Chance The Rapper – Wala Cam Lyrics ft Supa Bwe

[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 f–k with the boy
That’s my
Yeah, I got ’em
My tire smoke when I stop
Okay, nobody f—–g with me
My accolades hang from my neck
Pedal, I drown in the heat
My sapphire’s drowned in my sweat
White mags, but I jet, Jackson, I’m saving the streets
I’m Roger Rabbit in the air, I don’t care
Big Willie Style, yeah, n—a
One wheel, one wheel, one wheel, n—a
One wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date

SEE ALSO:  Aminé – Campfire Lyrics (ft. Injury Reserve)

[Hook/Chorus – Frank Ocean]
I don’t get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Prefer like some Gucci sandals
Hoping this guy got an anvil
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not f—–g with cash?
God gave you what you can handle
Gave you what you can handle
I got the grip like the handle
And I’m biking
I’m biking with me and my Daniel
AD’s got the angels
TV’s got the angles
I’m braking!!!! god

[Outro]
Count dollars up
Gotta finish down back
Gotta finish down her back
Count dollars up
Dollars up, up
Finish down her back
Count dollars up, up
Finish down her back
Count dollars up
Gotta finish down her back
Gotta finish down her back
Count dollars up
Dollars up, up
Finish down her back
Count dollars up, up
Finish down her back

[Outro from Snippet]
I got rockets on the back of my BMX bike
And my heart does wheelies when the light hits your pale skin

LEAVE A REPLY

Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.