Solo (Reprise) lyrics - Frank Ocean

Ayy, ayy, so now I'm—

So low that I can see under the skirt of an ant

So low that I don't get high no more

When I "Geronimo!" I just go "Heh"

Solo, my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend

So low that I can admit

When I hear that another kid is shot by the popo

It ain't an event no more

So low that no more high horses, so hard to wear Polo

When I do, I cut the pony off

Now there's a hole where there once was a logo, how fitting

So low that I can give a fuck about what is trending

Tryna cut down on my spending

Regardless of winning, instead of pretending

And bending over backwards

Over half of these hoes had work done

Saying they want something real from a man

Just saying it, we being real persons

I hate that it's like this, I feel for you, ant

I don't know what it's like with a skirt on

So pardon me if I am being insensitive

But darling, this only worsens

So low my halo stay way low, it feels like it's bent

So low that when they throw pussy or pesos

Don't pay no attention to it

So low that I am no rookie but feel like a kid

Looking at the other kids

With astonishment while I'm on punishment

Watching the summer come close to an end

After twenty years in, I'm so naïve I was under the impression

That everyone wrote their own verses

It's coming back different and, yeah, that shit hurts me

I'm humming and whistling to those not deserving

I've stumbled and lived every word

Was I working just way too hard?