[Intro: Jay Z]
Uh, turn, what
goes around c
omes around
Ayy, turn, tur
n the music up
, uh, yeah
Goes around co
mes around
What goes, alright, like like
Life goes in c
ycles
Everything tha
t comes around
goes around
'Fore it goes
down, get you
some ice
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Life goes in c
ycles, what co
mes around goe
s around
So ’fore it go
es down, nigga
, get you some
icicles
Audemars befor
e all of y'all
s
Wristwatch got
a Russian fac
e like an olig
arch, uh
12 o'clock, bo
y, silly nice,
huh
Willie in traf
fic, I’m Phill
y nice, uh
E.T. on the ha
ndles, uh
Handlebars lik
e a Xanax
Shammgod with the AND1 moves
Throw that shi
t 'round your
neck
Right quick, b
roke boys get
fixed
Right quick, N
igel Sylvester
with these bi
ke flips
Uh, that's a f
ull cab and a
back flip
Uh, sidebar
[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Arm stretch a
tee like I nai
led it
Raf movin' slo
w like a creep
Shirt in the b
reeze like I'm
sailin'
And I walk in
my sleep, I ca
n't help that
(I can't)
When’s the las
t time I asked
for some help
that
I couldn’t get
from nobody e
lse, yeah?
I couldn't get
from nobody o
ut there (I ca
n’t)
When's the las
t time I asked
for some help
that
I couldn't get
from nobody e
lse, yeah?
Nobody
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I don't get we
ak in the knee
s
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like
some Gucci sa
ndals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked u
p like a vanda
l
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
God gave you w
hat you could
handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip
like the hand
le
And I'm bikin'
I'm bikin' wit
h me and my Da
niel
Hades got the angels
TV's got the a
ngles
I'm brakin'… g
ot…
[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
Bikin', I'm bi
kin', I'm biki
n' slow-mo
Maybe the four
wheel excitin
' us mo'
I'm cold when
the temperatur
es dip below 7
0s
How can I be b
urr around L.A
. coast?
The diamonds i
s plural, the
Tiffany brooch
On my lapel, a
t the table, I
'm givin' a to
ast
The first wedd
ing that I've
been in my twe
nties
Thinkin' maybe
someone is no
t somethin' to
own
Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it
Thinkin' maybe
the feeling j
ust comes and
it goes
Think I want m
e a lil' one t
hat look like
my clone
Me and my baby can't do on our own
I landed a tri
ck, got my imp
ossibles
I'm fuckin' wi
th Addy, I'm w
atchin' my dos
e
24 hours like they never close
I'm bikin', I'
m bikin', I'm
bikin' these b
locks, yeah
Since Ben Ball
er sold all hi
s ice up at Sl
auson, ooh
I'm bikin' uph
ill and it's b
urnin' my quad
s (obstacles)
I'm bikin' dow
nhill and it s
ound like a fi
shin' rod
Savage, I'm bikin', yeah
[Verse 4: 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 prob
lem, yeah, I g
ot 'em
My tire smokin
' when I stop
Okay, nobody f
uckin' with me
My accolades h
ang from my ne
ck
Pedal, I drown
in the heat
My sapphires d
rown in my swe
at
White mags, bu
t I jet
Jackson, I'm s
avin' the stre
ets
I'm Roger Rabb
it in the air
I don't care,
Big Willie Sty
le, yeah
Nigga one whee
l, one wheel,
one wheel
Nigga one whee
l, I fishtail
downhill, yeah
I rose my rate
, brand new br
akes
Why I name it
Slater? Ask my
date
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I don't get we
ak in the knee
s
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like
some Gucci sa
ndals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked u
p like a vanda
l
How you not fuckin' with cash?
God gave you w
hat you could
handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip
like the hand
le
And I'm bikin'
I'm bikin' wit
h me and my Da
niel
Hades got the angels
TV's got the a
ngles
I'm brakin' Em
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
Got, got me fu
cked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Got 50 thousan
d racks
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked
up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fu
cked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fu
cked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Got 50 thousan
d racks
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked
up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fu
cked up, up
50 thousand racks