Nikes (CHORDS) by Frank Ocean

[Intro]~
Eb  Gm  Cm  Cm7
Eb  Gm  Cm  Cm7


[Verse 1]~
                   Eb      Gm
These bitches want Nikes

                   Cm
They looking for a check

                 Cm7
Tell em it ain't likely

                Eb               Gm
Said she need a ring like Carmelo

                Cm               Cm7
Must be on that white like Othello

                Eb
All you want is Nikes

        Gm
But the real ones

     Cm
Just like you

     Cm7
Just like me

Eb                        Gm
I don't play, I don't make time

           Cm                        Cm7
But if you need dick I got you and I yam from the line

            Eb
Pour up for ASAP

    Gm
RIP Pimp C

    Cm                            Cm7
RIP Trayvon, that nigga look just like me

Eb      Gm
Woo, fuckin' buzzin', woo!

Cm                                       Cm7   
That my little cousin, he got a little trade

                  Eb
His girl keep the scales, a little mermaid

              Gm
We out by the pool, some little mermaids

            Cm
Me and them gel, like twigs with them bangs

Cm7
Now that's a real mermaid

                      Eb
You been holding your breath

        Gm
Weighted down

     Cm              Cm7
Punk madre, punk papa

         Eb
He don't care for me

        Gm
But who cares for me

           Cm         Cm7
And that's good enough

         Eb
We don't talk much or nothin'

            Gm
But when we talkin' about something

        Cm        Cm7
We have good discussion

          Eb                                    Gm
I met his friends last week, feels like they're up to something

        Cm        Cm7
That's good for us


[Verse 2]~
                   Eb           Gm
We'll let you guys prophesy

                   Cm
We'll let you guys prophesy

                                Cm7
We gon' see the future first

                   Eb
We'll let you guys prophesy
We gon' see the future first

              Gm
Living so the last night feels like a past life

                           Cm
Speaking of the, don't know what got into people
Devil be possessin homies, Demons try to body jump

Cm7
Why you think I'm in this bitch wearing a fucking Yarmulke?

                    Eb
Acid on me like the rain
Weed crumbles in the glitter

Gm
Rain, glitter

                    Cm
We laid out on this wet floor
Away turf, no Astro

                   Cm7
Mesmerized how the strobes glow
Look at all the people feet dance

                        Eb
I know that your nigga came with you

        Gm
But he ain't with you

                        Cm
We only human and it's humid in these Balmains
I mean my balls sticking in my jeans

             Cm7
We breathin pheremones, Amber Rose
Sippin' pink-gold lemonades, feelin'

Eb                      Gm
I may be younger but I'll look after you

Cm                        Cm7
We're not in love, but I'll make love to you

Eb                       Gm
When you're not here I'll save some for you

Cm                 Cm7
I'm not him but I'll mean something to you

     Eb             Gm
I'll mean something to you

     Cm             Cm7
I'll mean something to you

Eb                          Gm
You got a roommate he'll hear what we do

Cm                             Cm7
It's only awkward if you're fucking him too