(Verse 1)
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 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
(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 2)
Biking, I’m biking, I’m biking slow-mo
Maybe the four wheel exciting 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 brooch
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
Maybe the government got nothing to do with it
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, is biking, yeah
(Verse 3)
Transition lightning ascending
Ashes and reminisce of ballers
Body to study
A Bentley that used to be flawless
I’m high up, the raindrops keep falling
Scattered, the showers
Don’t scaffold the towers
I’m up, mom, I promise
In class with the honors
No cheat like I’m honest
And how did I become so accomplished?
cause I don’t see foes
I just see a cold
I just see a hold
Chinks in your armor
Like Pac in the Hummer
Like Jigga in the summer
Left the house like Obama
Hit the road like a runner
Hit the road like Road Runner
I’m biking, I’m biking, I’m biking
(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 – Frank Ocean)
Got, got me f**ked up
Got a million dollar bike
Got a million dollar bike
Got, got me f**ked up
Got me f**ked up, up
Million dollar bike
Got, got me f**ked up, up
Million dollar bike
Got, got me f**ked up
Got a million dollar bike
Got a million dollar bike
Got, got me f**ked up
Got me f**ked up, up
Million dollar bike
Got, got me f**ked up, up
Million dollar bike
