Frank Ocean — Solo Reprise

[Intro: André 3000] Ayy Ayy, so now I'm [Verse: André 3000] 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 Sayin' 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 Lookin' at the other kids With astonishment while I'm on punishment Watchin' the summer come close to an end After twenty years in, I'm so naive I was under the im— 'Pression that everyone wrote they own verses It's comin' back different and, yeah, that shit hurts me I'm hummin' and whistlin' to those not deserving I've stumbled and lived every word, was I working just way too hard?