Frank Ocean feat. Tyler, The Creator & Jay Z – 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, ni**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
Shammgod with the AND1 moves
Throw that s**t 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 moving slow like a creep
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 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 f**king 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 biking
I’m biking with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TV’s got the angles
I’m braking got

(Verse 3 – Frank Ocean)
Biking, I’m biking, I’m biking slow-mo
Maybe the four wheel exciting us more
I’m cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
How can I be burr around LA coast?
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany broach
On my lapel, 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
Thinking maybe the government got nothing to do
Thinking 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 f**king with Addy, I’m watching my dose
24 hours like they 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, obstacles
I’m biking downhill and it sound like a fishing rod
Savage, I’m biking, 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 f**k with the boy
That’s my problem yeah
I got em, my tire smoking when I stop
Okay, nobody f**king 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 saving the streets
I’m Roger Rabbit in the air, I don’t care, Big Willie Style, yeah
Ni**a one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
Ni**a 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 f**king 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 biking
I’m biking with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TV’s got the angles
I’m braking

(Outro)
Got, got me f**ked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me f**ked up
Got me f**ked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me f***ed up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me f**ked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me f**ked up
Got me f**ked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me f**ked up, up
50 thousand racks

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