Frank Ocean – Biking (Guitar)

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

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

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

Bm
I don't get weak in the knees

Am7
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals

Gmaj7
Torso marked up like a vandal

Dmaj7
God gave you what you could handle

F#m                        
Gave you what you could handle

Bm
I got the grip like the handle

Am7
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel

Gmaj7
TV's got the angles

             Dmaj7 F#m
I'm brakin'…          got…

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

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

Bm
From Amoldwater to the Shaw

Am7
This a PK, PK Ripper

Gmaj7
That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em

   Dmaj7               F#m
My tire smokin' when I stop

      Bm
Okay, nobody fuckin' with me

Am7
Pedal, I drown in the heat

Gmaj7
White mags, but I jet

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

Bm
I don't get weak in the knees

Am7
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals

Gmaj7
Torso marked up like a vandal

Dmaj7
God gave you what you could handle

F#m
Gave you what you could handle

Bm
I got the grip like the handle

Am7
I'm bikin' with me and my Bmaniel

Gmaj7
TV's got the angles

Bm
Got, got me fucked up

Am7
Got 50 thousand racks

Gmaj7
Got me fucked up, up

Dmaj7
Got, got me fucked up, up

F#m7  
50 thousand racks

Bm
Got, got me fucked up

Am7
Got 50 thousand racks

Gmaj7
Got me fucked up, up

Dmaj7
Got, got me fucked up, up