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!
Ebmaj7
Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce
Ebmaj7
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
Gbmaj7
The maids come around too much
Gbmaj7
Parents ain’t around enough
Dbmaj7
Too many joy rides in daddy’s Jaguar
Dbmaj7
Too many white lies and white lines
Bb
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Bm
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
-same throughout the song-
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, New girl
New ice, New glass
New watch good times babe
It's good times yeah
She wash my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
a million one a million two
a hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love, I'm searching for a real love
Real love, I'm searching for a real love
Real love
- Earl -
Close your eyes for what you can't imagine
We are the xany gnashing caddy smashing
Bratty ass he mad he snatched his daddy's jag
And used the xxxx for batting practice
Adamant and he thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch keyed us
Toyin with raggy annes and mammy done had enough
Brash as xxxx breaching all these aqueducts
Don't believe us treat us like we can't erupt
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump I never do
But when I'm drunk I act a fool
- Talkin bout -
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I'm on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my hand
It's good times yeah
Sleeve rips off I slip I fall
The markets down like sixty stories
And some don't end the way they should
My silver spoon has fed me good
A million one a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
- Ain't that something rare -
I'm searching for a real love
- Talkin bout real love -
Real love yea
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
Talkin bout a real love
Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce
Ebmaj7
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
Gbmaj7
The maids come around too much
Gbmaj7
Parents ain’t around enough
Dbmaj7
Too many joy rides in daddy’s Jaguar
Dbmaj7
Too many white lies and white lines
Bb
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Bm
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
-same throughout the song-
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, New girl
New ice, New glass
New watch good times babe
It's good times yeah
She wash my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
a million one a million two
a hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love, I'm searching for a real love
Real love, I'm searching for a real love
Real love
- Earl -
Close your eyes for what you can't imagine
We are the xany gnashing caddy smashing
Bratty ass he mad he snatched his daddy's jag
And used the xxxx for batting practice
Adamant and he thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch keyed us
Toyin with raggy annes and mammy done had enough
Brash as xxxx breaching all these aqueducts
Don't believe us treat us like we can't erupt
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump I never do
But when I'm drunk I act a fool
- Talkin bout -
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I'm on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my hand
It's good times yeah
Sleeve rips off I slip I fall
The markets down like sixty stories
And some don't end the way they should
My silver spoon has fed me good
A million one a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
- Ain't that something rare -
I'm searching for a real love
- Talkin bout real love -
Real love yea
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
Talkin bout a real love
Frank Zappa
Franki Valli And (...)
Frankie Avalon
Frankie Ballard
Frankie Cosmos