Biking Solo – Frank Ocean
Nghệ sĩ: Frank Ocean
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Bảng hợp âm và lời bài hát Biking Solo – Frank Ocean
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Intro
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Uh, turn, what goes around comes around
ch]Bm[/ch] [ch]Am7[/ch
Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah
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Goes around comes around
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What goes, alright, like like
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Life goes in cycles
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Everything that comes around goes around
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'Fore it goes down, get you some ice
Verse 1→ Phiên khúc
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Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around
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So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
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Audemars before all of y'alls
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Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
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12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh
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Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh
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E.T. on the handles, uh
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Handlebars like a Xanax
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Shammgod with the AND1 moves
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Throw that shit 'round your neck
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Right quick, broke boys get fixed
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Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
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Uh, that's a full cab and a back flip
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Uh, sidebar
Verse 2→ Phiên khúc
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Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
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Raf movin' slow like a creep
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Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'
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And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't)
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When’s the last time I asked for some help that
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I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
ch]F#m[/ch] [ch]Bm[/ch] [ch]Am7[/ch
I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can’t)
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When's the last time I asked for some help that
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I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?
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Nobody
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I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
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Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
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Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
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God gave you what you could handle
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Gave you what you could handle
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I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
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I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
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TV's got the angles
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I'm brakin'… got…
Verse 3→ Phiên khúc
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Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo
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Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'
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I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
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How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
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The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch
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On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast
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The first wedding that I've been in my twenties
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Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own
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Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it
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Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
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Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can't do on our own
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I landed a trick, got my impossibles
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I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose
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24 hours like they never close
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I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah
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Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
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I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles)
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I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
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Savage, I'm bikin', yeah
Verse 4→ Phiên khúc
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From Amoldwater to the Shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
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This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah, you can't fuck with the boy
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That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em
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My tire smokin' when I stop
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Okay, nobody fuckin' with me
My accolades hang from my neck
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Pedal, I drown in the heat
My sapphires drown in my sweat
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White mags, but I jet
Jackson, I'm savin' the streets
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I'm Roger Rabbit in the air
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I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah
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Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
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Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
ch]Gmaj7[/ch
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
ch]Dmaj7[/ch] [ch]F#m[/ch
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date
ch]Bm[/ch
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
ch]Am7[/ch
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
ch]Gmaj7[/ch
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin' with cash?
ch]Dmaj7[/ch
God gave you what you could handle
ch]F#m[/ch
Gave you what you could handle
ch]Bm[/ch
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
ch]Am7[/ch
I'm bikin' with me and my Bmaniel
Hades got the angels
ch]Gmaj7[/ch
TV's got the angles
I'm brakin' Dmaj7 F#m
Outro
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Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
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Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
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Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
ch]Dmaj7[/ch
Got, got me fucked up, up
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50 thousand racks
ch]Bm[/ch
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
ch]Am7[/ch
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
ch]Gmaj7[/ch
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
ch]Dmaj7[/ch
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks