Biking (Demo) Frank Ocean

[Verse 1]
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 (I can't)
When's the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?
Nobody

[Chorus]
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
Hadеs got the angels
TV's got the anglеs
I'm brakin'

[Verse 2]
Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo (Slow-mo)
Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo' (Vroom)
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 weddin' that I've been in my twenties
Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own
Thinkin' 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
Somethin' me and my boyfriend can't do on our own
I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
My ex has got stories, that mouth stay open
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
I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads
I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
Savage, I'm bikin', yeah