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!
[Chords]
Bm x24432
Am7 x02010
Gmaj7 3x443x
Dmaj7 xx0222
F#m 244222
[Intro]
Bm Am7
Uh, turn, what goes around comes around
Bm Am7
Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah
Bm
Goes around comes around
Am7
What goes, alright, like like
Gmaj7
Life goes in cycles
Dmaj7
Everything that comes around goes around
F#m
'Fore it goes down, get you some ice
[Verse 1]
Bm
Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around
Am7
So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
Gmaj7
Audemars before all of y'alls
Dmaj7
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
Bm
12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh
Am7
Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh
Gmaj7
E.T. on the handles, uh
Dmaj7
Handlebars like a Xanax
F#m
Shammgod with the AND1 moves
Bm
Throw that shit 'round your neck
Am7
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
Gmaj7
Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
Dmaj7
Uh, that's a full cab and a back flip
F#m
Uh, sidebar
[Verse 2]
Bm
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
Am7 Gmaj7
Raf movin' slow like a creep
Dmaj7
Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'
F#m Bm Am7
And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't)
Gmaj7
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
Dm7
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
F#m Bm Am7
I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can’t)
Gmaj7
When's the last time I asked for some help that
Dm7
I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?
F#m
Nobody
[Chorus]
Bm
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Am7
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Gmaj7
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
Dmaj7
God gave you what you could handle
F#m
Gave you what you could handle
Bm
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
Am7
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
Gmaj7
TV's got the angles
Dmaj7 F#m
I'm brakin'… got…
[Verse 3]
Bm
Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo
Am7
Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'
Gmaj7
I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
Dmaj7 F#m
How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
Bm
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch
Am7
On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast
Gmaj7
The first wedding that I've been in my twenties
Dmaj7
Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own
F#m
Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it
Bm
Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Am7
Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can't do on our own
Gmaj7
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
Dmaj7
I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose
F#m
24 hours like they never close
Bm
I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah
Am7
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
Gmaj7
I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles)
Dmaj7
I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
F#m
Savage, I'm bikin', yeah
[Verse 4]
Bm
From Amoldwater to the Shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
Am7
This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah, you can't fuck with the boy
Gmaj7
That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em
Dmaj7 F#m
My tire smokin' when I stop
Bm
Okay, nobody fuckin' with me
My accolades hang from my neck
Am7
Pedal, I drown in the heat
My sapphires drown in my sweat
Gmaj7
White mags, but I jet
Jackson, I'm savin' the streets
Dmaj7
I'm Roger Rabbit in the air
F#m
I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah
Bm
Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
Am7
Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
Gmaj7
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
Dmaj7 F#m
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date
[Chorus]
Bm
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Am7
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Gmaj7
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin' with cash?
Dmaj7
God gave you what you could handle
F#m
Gave you what you could handle
Bm
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
Am7
I'm bikin' with me and my Bmaniel
Hades got the angels
Gmaj7
TV's got the angles
I'm brakin' Dmaj7 F#m
[Outro]
Bm
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Am7
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Gmaj7
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Dmaj7
Got, got me fucked up, up
F#m7
50 thousand racks
Bm
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Am7
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Gmaj7
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Dmaj7
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Bm x24432
Am7 x02010
Gmaj7 3x443x
Dmaj7 xx0222
F#m 244222
[Intro]
Bm Am7
Uh, turn, what goes around comes around
Bm Am7
Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah
Bm
Goes around comes around
Am7
What goes, alright, like like
Gmaj7
Life goes in cycles
Dmaj7
Everything that comes around goes around
F#m
'Fore it goes down, get you some ice
[Verse 1]
Bm
Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around
Am7
So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
Gmaj7
Audemars before all of y'alls
Dmaj7
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
Bm
12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh
Am7
Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh
Gmaj7
E.T. on the handles, uh
Dmaj7
Handlebars like a Xanax
F#m
Shammgod with the AND1 moves
Bm
Throw that shit 'round your neck
Am7
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
Gmaj7
Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
Dmaj7
Uh, that's a full cab and a back flip
F#m
Uh, sidebar
[Verse 2]
Bm
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
Am7 Gmaj7
Raf movin' slow like a creep
Dmaj7
Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'
F#m Bm Am7
And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't)
Gmaj7
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
Dm7
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
F#m Bm Am7
I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can’t)
Gmaj7
When's the last time I asked for some help that
Dm7
I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?
F#m
Nobody
[Chorus]
Bm
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Am7
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Gmaj7
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
Dmaj7
God gave you what you could handle
F#m
Gave you what you could handle
Bm
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
Am7
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
Gmaj7
TV's got the angles
Dmaj7 F#m
I'm brakin'… got…
[Verse 3]
Bm
Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo
Am7
Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'
Gmaj7
I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
Dmaj7 F#m
How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
Bm
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch
Am7
On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast
Gmaj7
The first wedding that I've been in my twenties
Dmaj7
Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own
F#m
Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it
Bm
Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Am7
Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can't do on our own
Gmaj7
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
Dmaj7
I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose
F#m
24 hours like they never close
Bm
I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah
Am7
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
Gmaj7
I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles)
Dmaj7
I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
F#m
Savage, I'm bikin', yeah
[Verse 4]
Bm
From Amoldwater to the Shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
Am7
This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah, you can't fuck with the boy
Gmaj7
That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em
Dmaj7 F#m
My tire smokin' when I stop
Bm
Okay, nobody fuckin' with me
My accolades hang from my neck
Am7
Pedal, I drown in the heat
My sapphires drown in my sweat
Gmaj7
White mags, but I jet
Jackson, I'm savin' the streets
Dmaj7
I'm Roger Rabbit in the air
F#m
I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah
Bm
Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
Am7
Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
Gmaj7
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
Dmaj7 F#m
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date
[Chorus]
Bm
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Am7
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Gmaj7
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin' with cash?
Dmaj7
God gave you what you could handle
F#m
Gave you what you could handle
Bm
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
Am7
I'm bikin' with me and my Bmaniel
Hades got the angels
Gmaj7
TV's got the angles
I'm brakin' Dmaj7 F#m
[Outro]
Bm
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Am7
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Gmaj7
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Dmaj7
Got, got me fucked up, up
F#m7
50 thousand racks
Bm
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Am7
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Gmaj7
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Dmaj7
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Frank Zappa
Franki Valli And (...)
Frankie Avalon
Frankie Ballard
Frankie Cosmos
Fred Buscaglione
Fred Fassert
Fred Fortin
Fred Heatherton
Fred Mcdowell