Futura Free by Frank Ocean Lyrics Meaning – Unveiling the Layers of Identity and Existence
Lyrics
I’d say long as I could fuck three times a day and not skip a meal I’m good
I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour
Call my momma like momma
I ain’t making minimum wage momma
I’m on momma
I’m on
Now I’m making 400, 600, 800k momma
To stand on my feet momma
Play these songs, it’s therapy momma, they paying me momma
I should be paying them
I should be paying y’all honest to God
I’m just a guy I’m not a god
Sometimes I feel like I’m a god but I’m not a god
If I was I don’t know which heaven would have me momma
Let me run this bitch
I’ma run it into the ground momma, the whole galaxy
God damn, fuck these lames, they don’t want none
Fuck these lames, they don’t want none
Fuck these niggas
Fuck these niggas, they don’t want none
Fuck these niggas
Fuck you niggas
Fuck me if I hated on you
I’ma stick around
I’m gon’ let my nuts hang
Nigga you got some just like me don’t you?
Or maybe not just like me
You know I’m Africano Americano
And even if you’re half Japanese
Roots run deep
Family tree, throw a big shadow, tech company
Please gimme immortality
I’m going rapidly
Fading drastically
Or pulled the zip down
Wet your lips first
Lick the tip now
Smoke some’n
They tryna find 2Pac
Don’t let ’em find 2Pac
He evade the press
He escape the stress
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
I’ll keep quiet and let you run your phone bill up
I know you love to talk
I ain’t on your schedule
I ain’t on no schedule
I ain’t had me a job since 2009
I ain’t on no sales floor
You say I’m changing on you
I feel like Selena
They wanna murder a nigga
Murder me like Selena
You must ain’t get the memo
I don’t cut bitches no more
But your bitch my exception
Come get her outta my four door
I only got one four door
Remember when I had that Lexus no
Our friendship don’t go back that far
Tyler slept on my sofa yeah
Niggas go back that far
I ain’t smoked all year
This the last song so
I’m finna wipe that off
Tolerance is so low, still smoke a whole ‘gar
Menage on my birthday
Tap out on the first stroke
‘Cause this ain’t no work day
She don’t give head anyway
‘Cause what niggas say
That’s what she tell her man
What a difference distance makes
Niggas want fight in the streets now
Shit starting to make my hands hurt
Jay hit me on the email
Said I oughta act my net worth
Dog this is chess now
Not fetch I ain’t runnin for a nigga
Ain’t ran since track meet
That’s the only time I ran from a nigga
You could change this track now
Could’ve changed this bitch a long time ago
Know and know
Know and know
Shout out to Hollygrove
I’m from that 7th though
Twins know and Lance
Clark know and Matt know
Shit went 180 on me
Please run that back though
Make sure you speak up
Okay
What’s your name?
Frank
Yo, aye be quiet
What’s your name? What do you do?
What’s your first memory?
The first word I learned to say or that I ever said
What’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever witnessed?
You’re gonna do amazing out here, control the world, control the world
Hahaha
Hahaha, alright, what three superpowers do you wish you had?
They say they have to be
Flying, super strength
Alright, what’s your name?
I wish I could sleep without being dead but sleep forever at the same time
Yo what’s your, stop, stop, stop
Being, very very tall
That’s fucked up
Start over right now
Best thing about being me is that I keep a pretty clear mind most of the time
Being great
I, think about it a lot, probably too much
Talents, got any secret talents?
I don’t think so, I’m pretty open in everything I do
Talents? I can play the theremin, Tyler, nah actually fuck him
I don’t know, probably Dill ’cause he doesn’t have to do anything at all, sits inside his house
What’s your name?
Sage Elsesser
What do you do?
I play soccer and I go to school
I wanna be better at skating
Alright that’s it
Ever, ever thought about trying
How far is a light year?
How far is a light year?
In the labyrinth of modern music, listeners find solace in the poetic musings of artists who manage to capture life’s complexities. Frank Ocean’s ‘Futura Free’ closes his 2016 masterpiece ‘Blonde’ with verses that unfold like diary entries, rich with personal reflection and existential questioning.
The track is an amalgamation of candid streams of consciousness, framed by voicemail-like interludes that offer a voyeuristic glimpse into Ocean’s world. It’s a daring exploration of success, identity, and the human condition – a stark intimacy set against a backdrop of fame and cultural commentary.
Decoding Success and The Human Psyche
Ocean’s navigates through the highs of financial triumph juxtaposed with a sense of humbleness and disbelief. From humble beginnings to starry heights, he reflects on the transformative nature of success, infusing the lyrics with a raw sense of accomplishment tempered by the grounding reality of his human limitations.
His rise from making ‘minimum wage’ to ‘800k’ lays bare a profound acknowledgment of the ephemeral nature of material success. The resulting expression reveals a dual awareness; the euphoria of achieving dreams and the permeating truth that, to his core, he remains ‘just a guy’.
A Divine Struggle with Mortality
Ocean lyrically flirts with the notion of godliness, oscillating between moments of narcissistic bravado and deep existential ponderings. The candid line, ‘Sometimes I feel like I’m a god but I’m not a god’, showcases this inner turmoil between ego and humility – a tug of war emblematic of the human condition.
His wrestling with the notion of heaven and who ‘would have’ him is an introspective journey into self-worth and the search for a place within or beyond this life. The song becomes a confessional booth, where he contemplates the afterlife’s acceptance of his earthly deeds.
The Notorious Lure of Immortality
The urge for legacy and timelessness grips Ocean as he touches on themes of mortality, legacy, and the seduction of ‘immortality.’ This quest is juxtaposed with his African American identity and his connection to a lineage that casts a ‘big shadow.’
He interweaves personal anecdotes with broader, more abstract desires, reflecting not just on his own need to endure beyond his physical existence, but also on the technological age’s absurdity and promise wherein tech companies are the new pantheons that might offer the elixir of eternal life.
Raw and Unfiltered: ‘Futura Free”s Memorable Lines
Strewn throughout the song are lines that cut deep and stay with the listener. It’s here where Ocean’s lyrical prowess is on full display, ‘I feel like Selena / They wanna murder a nigga / Murder me like Selena’. He melds his personal fears with that of cultural icons, narrating the paranoia and vulnerability that accompany fame.
‘Shout out to Hollygrove / I’m from that 7th though’, Ocean does not forget to ground his narrative in his roots and community, reminding us that his story is one of origin as much as it is of destination. Each line is a tribute and a testament to the journeys he’s undertaken.
The Hidden Meaning: A Lyrical Masterclass
Towards the song’s end, ‘Futura Free’ transitions into conversations capturing fragments of life, dreams, and innocence. This striking shift from Ocean’s personal confessions to these raw, unpolished snippets of dialogue emboldens the track’s theme – the unvarnished human experience, free from the future’s looming uncertainties.
The probing questions about superpowers and aspirations juxtaposed with the simplicity of a question like ‘How far is a light year?’ encompasses the breadth of human curiosity and desire. Frank Ocean does not just give us songs; he gives us a mirror to gaze into and find our own complex reflections staring back.
