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Datos de Frank Ocean Nombre Verdadero: Christopher Edwin BreauxNombre Artístico: Frank OceanDonde Nació: Long Beach, California, Estados UnidosFecha de Nacimiento: 28 de octubre de 1987Edad: 36Nacionalidad: EstadounidenseGénero(s): Rap, hip hop, R&BActividad: 2005 - ActualidadInstrumentos: Voz, tecladosOcupación: Cantante, raperoDisquera(s): Odd Future Records, Def Jam Recordings, Island Def Jam Music Group, Warner ChappelleTipo de voz: BarítonoPágina Oficial: www.frankocean.comRedes Sociales:Instagram, Twitter, YouTube .'
'. ¿Quién es Frank Ocean? Christopher Francis Ocean(nacido Christopher "Lonny" Breaux, 28 de octubre 1987), más conocido por su nombre artístico Océano Frank, es un cantautor estadounidense de Nueva Orleans, Louisiana. Breaux hizo una carrera como un fantasma-escritor para artistas como Justin Bieber, Kelly Bridget, Makinde aramida y John Legend. A mediados de 2010, se convirtió en miembro de OFWGKTA, que se estrenará en la pista Domo Génesis ', apisonadora. En febrero de 2011, lanzó su debut en mixtape, Nostalgia, Ultra, aclamado por la crítica. Se lanzaron dos singles: "Novacane" y "Nada bueno". Ambos singles logrado éxito en las listas. Océano fue en un viaje 7 muestran a través de América del Norte y Europa la promoción de la mixtape. Él se encuentra actualmente en Nueva York. El mixtape captado el interés de artistas como Kanye West, Beyoncé Knowles y Jay-Z, y él apareció en Mira el Trono. El 5 de enero de 2012, la BBC anunció que había terminado en el segundo lugar en el sonido de la BBC de 2012, encuesta. Ocean está actualmente trabajando en su álbum debut, que se
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Frank Ocean - Slater Lyrics


[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D. (Star Trak)
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
Shit (What?), now I kick it in the 'burbs

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who push a ton
Ton of drums, with foul flow, dirty mouth, like kissing bums
Mama done made her one, um, a witty son
With no respect for women, so show me your titties, hun (What?)
You eighteen? Me? I'm twenty-somethin'
Okay, I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break shit, it should be fun
Venues are like pussy with me, "Should he come?"
I'ma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese
A stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese
New 'Preme shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
Fuck critics ("How's your dick?") Shit, how's your knees?
Y'all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee (Damn)
I came up with ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of weed (Word?)
Shit was doper than Whitney Houston's needs
Golf Wang, that's the team to be, ayy
Getting T.U., O.F., indeed
We was missing Sweatshirt, like "Where's the hooded sleeve?"
Okay, never mind, we found him, yeah
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.​
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
Shit, now I kick it in the 'burbs

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Guess I win, checks started cashing in
I stop rapping and start asking where my fucking passion is
Probably where that faggot went (Who?) Tyler talking father problems
Shocking shit, he spit to popping topics in them gossip columns
I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom
Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom
Now; Ye's, PJs, sipping leche
Chips Ahoy, boy, listening to "Cowboy", ayy!
Boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy, ayy!
Aus' was awes', I enjoyed, boy
Y'all niggas played as a tot's toy
Have a good day as I annoy, oi

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.​
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
Shit, now I kick it in the 'burbs
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Canons with panorama views
My shoes that seen more vans than Mexicanas
Or crackers in Alabama
G-O-to-the-L-F, this OF
I opened up a store so I don't stress
But, nigga, I (What?), mosh in gardens
Jazz punk shit, playing chords
Making up shit, pardon my Dolly Partons
And I keep shartin'
Hoodies with rectangles and different colors
Niggers think I started kindergarten

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Frank Ocean & Both]
My bitch is on my handle bars
I just wanna ride my bike
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My bitch is on my handle bars
Hair blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy bars
Hair blowing in the wind
My bitch is on my handle bars
I just wanna ride my bike
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My bitch is on my handle bars (Handle bars)
Hair blowing in the wind (Ooh)
Her freckles look like candy bars (Shit)
My cool summer never ends (Cool)
My bitch is on my handle bars
Yeah (Bars, bars)
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
Oh my God, seriously? Mister Cool Guy, haha
You're talking to a fucking bike, loser
Hehe, oh, fuck

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