Jay-z - Biking

Song Rating: 7.87/10

Song 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, n***a, get you some icicles
Audemars before all of yalls
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
12 oclock, boy, silly nice, huh
Willie in traffic, Im Philly nice, uh
E.T. on the handles, uh
Handlebars like a Xanax
Shammgod with the AND1 moves
Throw that sh** round your neck
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
Uh, thats a full cab and a back flip
Uh, sidebar

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
Raf movin slow like a creep
Shirt in the breeze like Im sailin
And I walk in my sleep, I cant help that (I cant)
Whens the last time I asked for some help that
I couldnt get from nobody else, yeah?
I couldnt get from nobody else, yeah (I cant)
Whens the last time I asked for some help that
I couldnt get from nobody else, yeah?
Nobody

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I dont 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**in with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And Im bikin
Im bikin with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TVs got the angles
Im brakin... got...

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
Bikin, Im bikin, Im bikin slow-mo
Maybe the four wheel excitin us more
Im 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, Im givin a toast
The first wedding that Ive been in my twenties
Thinkin maybe someone is not somethin to own
Thinkin maybe the government got nothin to do


Thinkin maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Think I want me a lil one that look like my clone
Me and my baby cant do on our own
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
Im f**in with Addy, Im watchin my dose
24 hours like they never close
Im bikin, Im bikin, Im bikin these blocks, yeah
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
Im bikin uphill and its burnin my quads (obstacles)
Im bikin downhill and it sound like a fishin rod
Savage, Im bikin, yeah

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
From coldwater to the shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah you cant f** with the boy
Thats my problem yeah
I got em, my tire smokin when I stop
Okay, nobody f**in 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, Im savin the streets
Im Roger Rabbit in the air, I dont 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

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I dont 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**in with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And Im bikin
Im bikin with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TVs got the angles
Im brakin

[Outro]
Got, got me f**ed up
Got 50 thousand racks
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me f**ed up
Got me f**ed up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me f**ed up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me f**ed up
Got 50 thousand racks
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me f**ed up
Got me f**ed up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me f**ed up, up
50 thousand racks

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 18:56