Biking Chords by Frank Ocean

Biking Chords by Frank Ocean

[Intro: Jay Z]
D          C
Uh, turn, what goes around comes around
D                      
Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah
C
Goes around comes around
What goes, alright, like like
D
Life goes in cycles
                                     C
Everything that comes around goes around
                                  C
'Fore it goes down, get you some ice

[Verse 1: Jay Z]
D
Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around
C
So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
D
Audemars before all of y'alls
C
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
D
12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh
C
Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh
D
E.T. on the handles, uh
C
Handlebars like a Xanax
Shammgod with the AND1 moves
D
Throw that shit 'round your neck
C
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
              D
Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
C
Uh, that's a full cab and a back flip
Uh, sidebar

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
D 
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
Em
Raf movin' slow like a creep
F#
Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'
Em                                D            Em
And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't)
                                       F#m                  
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
           Em
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
                             D            Em
I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can’t)
                                        F#m
When's the last time I asked for some help that
                             Em
I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?
Nobody

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
D
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Em
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
F#m
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
Em
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
D
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
Em
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
F#m
TV's got the angles
             Em
I'm brakin'… got…

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
D
Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo
Em
Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'
F#m
I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
Em
How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
D
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch
Em
On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast
F#m
The first wedding that I've been in my twenties
Em
Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own
Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it
D
Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Em
Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can't do on our own
F#m
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
Em
I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose
24 hours like they never close
D
I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah
Em
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
F#m
I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles)
Em
I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
Savage, I'm bikin', yeah

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
D
From Coldwater to the Shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
Em
This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah, you can't fuck with the boy
F#m
That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em
                     Em
My tire smokin' when I stop
       D
Okay, nobody fuckin' with me
Em
My accolades hang from my neck
F#m
Pedal, I drown in the heat
Em
My sapphires drown in my sweat
D
White mags, but I jet
Em
Jackson, I'm savin' the streets
F#m                
I'm Roger Rabbit in the air
Em
I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah
D
Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
Em
Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
F#m
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
Em
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
D
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Em
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
F#m
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin' with cash?
Em
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
D
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
Em
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
F#m
TV's got the angles
I'm brakin'    Em

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
D
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Em
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
F#m
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Em
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
D
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Em
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
F#m
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Em
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks