Biografía:
Christopher Francis Ocean (nacido como Christopher "Lonny" Breaux; el 28 de octubre de 1987), mejor conocido por su nombre artístico Frank Ocean, es un cantautor estadounidense de New Orleans, Louisiana. Breaux hizo sus primeros pasos como escritor para artistas como por ejemplo Justin Bieber, Bridget Kelly, Aramide Makinde y John Legend. a mediados del 2010, se hizo miembro de la banda OFWGKTA (Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All). En febrero del 2011, lanzo su primer mixtape, Nostalgia, Ultra, con aclamadas criticas.
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Otras canciones:
- Close To You
- Forrest Gump
- Ivy
- Lost
- Moon River
- Novacane
- Pink + White
- Pink And White
- Pink Matter
- Pink+white
- Scared Of Beautiful
- Self Control
- Slide
- Super Rich Kids
- Sweet Life
- Swim Good
- Thinkin Bout You
- Thinkin' About You
- Thinkin' Bout You
- Thinking About You
- We All Try
- White
- Pink Matter (feat. André 3000)
- Super Rick Kids (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)
- Thinking Bout You
- Acura Integurl
- American Wedding
- Bad Religion
- Bedtime Story
- Biking
- Biking Solo
- Blasted
- Chanel
- Crack Rock
- Eyes Like Sky
- Fertilizer
- Futura Free
- Godspeed
- Golden Girl
- Good Guy
- Hardest Thing
- Higgs
- If Im In Love
- Lens
- Lovecrimes
- Miss You So
- Nature Feels
- Nights
- Nikes
- Non Stop
- Ohh In Love
- Pilot Jones
- Private Show
- Provider
- Pyramids
- Pyrite Fools Gold
- Rushes
- Seigfried
- Sierra Leone
- Skyline To
- Solo
- Songs For Women
- Strawberry Swing
- Summer Remains
- Thinkin About You
- Thinking About Forever
- Voodoo
- Wake Up
- White Ferrari
- Wildfire
- Wiseman
- Wither
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro: Jay Z]
D C
Uh, turn, what goes around comes around
D
Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah
C
Goes around comes around
What goes, alright, like like
D
Life goes in cycles
C
Everything that comes around goes around
C
'Fore it goes down, get you some ice
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
D
Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around
C
So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
D
Audemars before all of y'alls
C
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
D
12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh
C
Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh
D
E.T. on the handles, uh
C
Handlebars like a Xanax
Shammgod with the AND1 moves
D
Throw that shit 'round your neck
C
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
D
Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
C
Uh, that's a full cab and a back flip
Uh, sidebar
[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
D
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
Em
Raf movin' slow like a creep
F#
Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'
Em D Em
And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't)
F#m
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
Em
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
D Em
I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can’t)
F#m
When's the last time I asked for some help that
Em
I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?
Nobody
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
D
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Em
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
F#m
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
Em
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
D
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
Em
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
F#m
TV's got the angles
Em
I'm brakin'… got…
[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
D
Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo
Em
Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'
F#m
I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
Em
How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
D
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch
Em
On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast
F#m
The first wedding that I've been in my twenties
Em
Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own
Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it
D
Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Em
Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can't do on our own
F#m
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
Em
I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose
24 hours like they never close
D
I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah
Em
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
F#m
I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles)
Em
I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
Savage, I'm bikin', yeah
[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
D
From Coldwater to the Shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
Em
This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah, you can't fuck with the boy
F#m
That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em
Em
My tire smokin' when I stop
D
Okay, nobody fuckin' with me
Em
My accolades hang from my neck
F#m
Pedal, I drown in the heat
Em
My sapphires drown in my sweat
D
White mags, but I jet
Em
Jackson, I'm savin' the streets
F#m
I'm Roger Rabbit in the air
Em
I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah
D
Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
Em
Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
F#m
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
Em
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
D
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Em
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
F#m
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin' with cash?
Em
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
D
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
Em
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
F#m
TV's got the angles
I'm brakin' Em
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
D
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Em
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
F#m
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Em
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
D
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Em
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
F#m
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Em
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
D C
Uh, turn, what goes around comes around
D
Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah
C
Goes around comes around
What goes, alright, like like
D
Life goes in cycles
C
Everything that comes around goes around
C
'Fore it goes down, get you some ice
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
D
Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around
C
So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
D
Audemars before all of y'alls
C
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
D
12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh
C
Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh
D
E.T. on the handles, uh
C
Handlebars like a Xanax
Shammgod with the AND1 moves
D
Throw that shit 'round your neck
C
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
D
Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
C
Uh, that's a full cab and a back flip
Uh, sidebar
[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
D
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
Em
Raf movin' slow like a creep
F#
Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'
Em D Em
And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't)
F#m
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
Em
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
D Em
I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can’t)
F#m
When's the last time I asked for some help that
Em
I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?
Nobody
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
D
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Em
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
F#m
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
Em
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
D
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
Em
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
F#m
TV's got the angles
Em
I'm brakin'… got…
[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
D
Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo
Em
Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'
F#m
I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
Em
How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
D
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch
Em
On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast
F#m
The first wedding that I've been in my twenties
Em
Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own
Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it
D
Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Em
Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can't do on our own
F#m
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
Em
I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose
24 hours like they never close
D
I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah
Em
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
F#m
I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles)
Em
I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
Savage, I'm bikin', yeah
[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
D
From Coldwater to the Shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
Em
This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah, you can't fuck with the boy
F#m
That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em
Em
My tire smokin' when I stop
D
Okay, nobody fuckin' with me
Em
My accolades hang from my neck
F#m
Pedal, I drown in the heat
Em
My sapphires drown in my sweat
D
White mags, but I jet
Em
Jackson, I'm savin' the streets
F#m
I'm Roger Rabbit in the air
Em
I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah
D
Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
Em
Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
F#m
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
Em
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
D
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Em
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
F#m
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin' with cash?
Em
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
D
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
Em
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
F#m
TV's got the angles
I'm brakin' Em
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
D
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Em
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
F#m
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Em
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
D
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Em
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
F#m
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Em
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
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Frankie Avalon
Frankie Ballard
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