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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBiking (Feat. Jay Z & Tyler, The Creator)
[Jay Z]Uh, turn, what goes around comes aroundAyy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeahGoes around comes aroundWhat goes, alright, like likeLife goes in cyclesEverything that comes around goes around'Fore it goes down, get you some ice[Jay Z]Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes aroundSo 'fore it goes down, nigga, get you some iciclesAudemars before all of y'allsWristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huhWillie in traffic, I'm Philly nice, uhE. T. on the handles, uhHandlebars like a XanaxShamgod with the And1 movesThrow that shit 'round your neckRight quick, broke boys get fixedRight quick, nights invested with these bike flipsUh, that's a full cab and the back flipUh, sidebar[Frank Ocean]Arm stretch the tee like I nailed itWrapped it in slow like a creedShirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't)When's the last time I asked for some help thatI couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can't)When's the last time I asked for some help thatI couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?Nobody[Frank Ocean]I don't get weak in the kneesHundreds spread out like a fanPrefer like some Gucci sandalsHopin' this guy got an anvilTorso marked up like a vandalHow you not fuckin' with cash?God gave you what you can handleGave you what you can handleI got the grip like the handleAnd I'm bikin'I'm bikin' with me and my DanielAd's got the angelsTv's got the anglesI'm brakin'... god[Frank Ocean]Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-moMaybe the four will excitin' us moreI'm cold where the temperatures dip below 70How can I be burr around, are they close?The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany broachOn my lapelle, at the table, I'm givin' a toastThe first wedding that I've been in my twentiesThinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to ownMaybe the government got nothin' to doMaybe the feeling just comes in and goesThink I want me a lil' one that look like my cloneMe and my baby can do on our ownI landed a trick on my impossibleI'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose24 hours a day, never closeI'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeahSince Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, oohI'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quadsI'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rodSavage, I'm bikin'[Tyler, The Creator]From coldwater to the shawAlcoholic way I handle the barsThis a Pk, Pk RipperNah you can't fuck with the boyThat's my problem yeahI got 'em, my tire smokin' when I stopOkay, nobody fuckin' with meMy accolades hang from my neckPedal, I drown in the heatMy sapphire's drown in my sweatWhite mags, but I jetJackson, I'm savin' the streetsI'm Roger Rabbit in the air, I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeahNigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheelNigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeahI rose my rate, brand new brakesWhy I name it Slater? Ask my date[Frank Ocean]I don't get weak in the kneesHundreds spread out like a fanPrefer like some Gucci sandalsHopin' this guy got an anvilTorso marked up like a vandalHow you not fuckin' with cash?God gave you what you can handleGave you what you can handleI got the grip like the handleAnd I'm bikin'I'm bikin' with me and my DanielAd's got the angelsTv's got the anglesI'm brakin'... godCount dollars upGotta finish down her backGotta finish down her backCount dollars upDollars up, upFinish down her backCount dollars up, upFinish down her backCount dollars upGotta finish down her backGotta finish down her backCount dollars upDollars up, upFinish down her backCount dollars up, upFinish down her back
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