Lirik dan Chord Biking - Frank Ocean Feat. Jay-Z & Tyler, the Creator

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - "Biking" merupakan lagu hiphop yang dilantunkan oleh penyanyi Frank Ocean.

Berkolaborasi dengan rapper kenamaan Jay-Z dan Tyler The Creator, lagu ini rilis pada 2017 dalam acara blonded RADIO.

Acara tersebut merupakan acara radio milik Frank Ocean yang diselenggarakan di Apple Music 1 dari sejak Februari hingga Agustus 2017.

Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu White Ferrari - Frank Ocean

Berikut ini lirik dan chord  lagu "Biking" dari Frank Ocean Jay-Z & Tyler, the Creator:

[Intro]
Bm                   Am7
Uh, turn, what goes around comes around
Bm                                         Am7
Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah
Bm
Goes around comes around
Am7
What goes, alright, like like
Gmaj7
Life goes in cycles
                                                  Dmaj7
Everything that comes around goes around
                                                        F#m
'Fore it goes down, get you some ice

[Verse 1]
Bm
Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around
Am7
So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
Gmaj7
Audemars before all of y'alls
Dmaj7
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
Bm
12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh
Am7
Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh
Gmaj7
E.T. on the handles, uh
Dmaj7
Handlebars like a Xanax
                                F#m
Shammgod with the AND1 moves
Bm
Throw that shit 'round your neck
Am7
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
                    Gmaj7
Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
Dmaj7
Uh, that's a full cab and a back flip
F#m
Uh, sidebar

[Verse 2]
Bm
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
Am7                             Gmaj7
Raf movin' slow like a creep
                                          Dmaj7
Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'
                      F#m                 Bm               Am7
And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't)
                                                        Gmaj7
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
                                          Dm7
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
                                 F#m Bm             Am7
I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can’t)
                                                          Gmaj7
When's the last time I asked for some help that 
                                           Dm7
I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?
F#m
Nobody

[Chorus]
Bm
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Am7
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Gmaj7
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
Dmaj7
God gave you what you could handle
F#m
Gave you what you could handle
Bm
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
Am7
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
Gmaj7
TV's got the angles
          Dmaj7 F#m
I'm brakin'…     got…

[Verse 3]
Bm
Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo
Am7
Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'
Gmaj7
I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
Dmaj7                                                 F#m
How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
Bm
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch
Am7
On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast
Gmaj7
The first wedding that I've been in my twenties
Dmaj7
Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own
                      F#m
Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it
Bm
Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Am7
Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can't do on our own
Gmaj7
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
Dmaj7
I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose
F#m
24 hours like they never close
Bm
I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah
Am7
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
Gmaj7
I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles)
Dmaj7
I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
F#m
Savage, I'm bikin', yeah

[Verse 4]
Bm
From Amoldwater to the Shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
Am7
This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah, you can't fuck with the boy
Gmaj7
That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em
Dmaj7                            F#m
My tire smokin' when I stop
Bm
Okay, nobody fuckin' with me
My accolades hang from my neck
Am7
Pedal, I drown in the heat
My sapphires drown in my sweat
Gmaj7
White mags, but I jet
Jackson, I'm savin' the streets
Dmaj7
I'm Roger Rabbit in the air
                              F#m
I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah
Bm
Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
Am7
Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
Gmaj7
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
Dmaj7                                          F#m
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date

[Chorus]
Bm
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Am7
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Gmaj7
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin' with cash?
Dmaj7
God gave you what you could handle
F#m
Gave you what you could handle
Bm
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
Am7
I'm bikin' with me and my Bmaniel
Hades got the angels
Gmaj7
TV's got the angles
I'm brakin' Dmaj7 F#m

[Outro]
Bm
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Am7
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Gmaj7
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Dmaj7
Got, got me fucked up, up
F#m7
50 thousand racks
Bm
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Am7
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Gmaj7
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Dmaj7
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks