biking (solo version)

Singer:ocean, frank

arm stretch a tee like i nailed it

raf movin' slow like a creep

shirt in the breeze like i'm sailin'

and i walk in my sleep

i can't help that

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

when's the last time i asked for some help that

i couldn't get from nobody else

yeah?

nobody

i don't 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 fuckin' with cash?

god gave you what you could handle

gave you what you could handle

i got the grip like the handle

and i'm bikin'

i'm bikin' with me and my daniel

hades got the angels

tv's got the angles

i'm brakin'. got. bikin'

i'm bikin'

i'm bikin' slow-mo

maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'

i'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s

how can i be burr around l.a. coast?

the diamonds is plural

the tiffany brooch

on my lapel

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 with it

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 can't do on our own

i landed a trick

got my impossibles

i'm fuckin' with addy

i'm watchin' my dose

24 hours like they 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

is bikin'

yeah

transition lightning

ashes and reminisce of ballers

body to study

a bentley that used to be flawless

i'm high up

the raindrops keep falling

scattered

the showers

don't scaffold the towers

i'm up

mom

i promise

in class with the honors

no cheat like i'm honest

and how did i become so accomplished?

'cause i don't see foes

i just see a cold

i just see a hold

chinks in your armor

like pac in the hummer

like jigga in the summer

left the house like obama

hit the road like a runner

hit the road like road runner

i'm biking

i'm biking

i'm biking

i don't 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 fuckin' with cash?

god gave you what you could handle

gave you what you could handle

i got the grip like the handle

and i'm bikin'

i'm bikin' with me and my daniel

hades 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