Solo (Reprise)
By Frank Ocean
2016
1:18
Official Music Video
Solo (Reprise) by Frank Ocean
Lyrics & Translation
English
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?
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Solo (Reprise) by Frank Ocean
Solo (Reprise)* (original 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?
Solo (Reprise) (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Ayy, ayy, así que ahora estoy—
Tan bajo que puedo ver bajo la falda de una hormiga
Tan bajo que ya no me drogo
Cuando digo "¡Geronimo!", solo hago "Je"
Solo, mi vaso es rojo, mi cholo, mi amigo
Tan bajo que puedo admitir
Cuando escucho que otro niño es baleado por la policía
Ya no es un evento
Tan bajo que ya no hay aires de grandeza, tan difícil usar Polo
Cuando lo hago, le corto el pony
Ahora hay un agujero donde antes había un logo, qué apropiado
Tan bajo que me importa un carajo lo que está de moda
Intentando reducir mis gastos
Sin importar ganar, en vez de fingir
Y desviviéndome
Más de la mitad de estas putas se operaron
Diciendo que quieren algo real de un hombre
Solo diciéndolo, somos personas reales
Odio que sea así, lo siento por ti, hormiga
No sé cómo es con una falda puesta
Así que perdóname si estoy siendo insensible
Pero cariño, esto solo empeora
Tan bajo que mi halo se queda muy abajo, se siente como si estuviera doblado
Tan bajo que cuando lanzan coño o pesos
No le presto atención
Tan bajo que no soy novato pero me siento como un niño
Mirando a los otros niños
Con asombro mientras estoy castigado
Viendo el verano acercarse a su fin
Después de veinte años, soy tan ingenuo que tenía la impresión
De que todos escribían sus propios versos
Está volviendo diferente y, sí, esa mierda me duele
Estoy tarareando y silbando a los que no lo merecen
He tropezado y vivido cada palabra
¿Estaba trabajando demasiado duro?
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