Biking (feat. Jay Z & Tyler, The Creator)

[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

[Jay Z]

Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around

So 'fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles

Audemars before all of y'alls

Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh

12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh

Willie in traffic, I'm Philly nice, uh

E.T. on the handles, uh

Handlebars like a Xanax

Shamgod with the AND1 moves

Throw that shit 'round your neck

Right quick, broke boys get fixed

Right quick, nights invested with these bike flips

Uh, that's a full cab and the back flip

Uh, sidebar

[Frank Ocean]

Arm stretch the tee like I nailed it

Wrapped it in slow like a creed

Shirt 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 that

I 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 that

I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?

Nobody

[Frank Ocean]

I don't get weak in the knees

Hundreds spread out like a fan

Prefer like some Gucci sandals

Hopin' this guy got an anvil

Torso marked up like a vandal

How you not fuckin' with cash?

God gave you what you can handle

Gave you what you can handle

I got the grip like the handle

And I'm bikin'

I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel

AD's got the angels

TV's got the angles

I'm brakin' god

[Frank Ocean]

Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo

Maybe the four will excitin' us more

I'm cold where the temperatures dip below 70

How can I be burr around, are they close?

The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany broach

On my lapelle, at the table, I'm givin' a toast

The first wedding that I've been in my twenties

Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own

Maybe the government got nothin' to do

Maybe the feeling just comes in and goes

Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone

Me and my baby can do on our own

I landed a trick on my impossible

I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose

24 hours a day, never close

I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah

Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh

I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads

I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod

Savage, I'm bikin'

[Tyler, The Creator]

From coldwater to the shaw

Alcoholic way I handle the bars

This a PK, PK Ripper

Nah you can't fuck with the boy

That's my problem yeah

I got 'em, my tire smokin' when I stop

Okay, nobody fuckin' with me

My accolades hang from my neck

Pedal, I drown in the heat

My sapphire's drown in my sweat

White mags, but I jet

Jackson, I'm savin' the streets

I'm Roger Rabbit in the air, I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah

Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel

Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah

I rose my rate, brand new brakes

Why I name it Slater? Ask my date

[Frank Ocean]

I don't get weak in the knees

Hundreds spread out like a fan

Prefer like some Gucci sandals

Hopin' this guy got an anvil

Torso marked up like a vandal

How you not fuckin' with cash?

God gave you what you can handle

Gave you what you can handle

I got the grip like the handle

And I'm bikin'

I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel

AD's got the angels

TV's got the angles

I'm brakin'

Got, got me fucked up

Got a million dollar bike

Got a million dollar bike

Got, got me fucked up

Got me fucked up, up

Million dollar bike

Got, got me fucked up, up

Million dollar bike

Got, got me fucked up

Got a million dollar bike

Got a million dollar bike

Got, got me fucked up

Got me fucked up, up

Million dollar bike

Got, got me fucked up, up

Million dollar bike