Biografia:
Christopher Francis Ocean (nascido Christopher Breaux; em 28 de Outubro de 1987), mais conhecido como Frank Ocean, seu nome artístico, é um cantor-compositor americano, e rapper de New Orleans, Louisiana. Ele é um dos membros do coletivo OFWGKTA (Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All). Em 5 de dezembro de 2011, a BBC anúnciou que ele foi indicado via uma pesquisa ao BBC's Sound de 2012.
2005-2010: O começo da carreira.
Ocean conheceu o duo-produtor The MIDI Mafia.
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Outras músicas:
- 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
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[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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