Venting about his decision to drop the record his own way, he took to Twitter on March 1, 2011:
"i. did. this. not ISLAND DEF JAM. that's why you see no label logo on the artwork that I DID. guess its my fault for trusting my dumbass lawyer and signing my career over to a failing company. fuck Def Jam & any company that goes the length of signing a kid with dreams & talent w/ no intention of following through. fuck em. now back to my day. i want some oatmeal and toast. brunch swag."
As a member of the Odd Future (OFWGKTA) collective, his sound is distinctively soulful/r&b influenced, yet done in a way that could pass for something totally different. As Tyler, the Creator states, “It’s Smooth Ass Music About Bitches, Relationships And Being A Rich Young Nigga…But In A Swagged Out Way.”
Ocean was evacuated from the University of New Orleans to Los Angeles, California just as Hurricane Katrina hit in August 2005, and stayed in Los Angeles to pursue a music career. Ocean joined Los Angeles based collective OFWGKTA, who he met through mutual friends, at the end of 2009. In the end of 2009, he met Tricky Stewart, who helped Ocean sign a contract with Def Jam Recordings as an artist, however, he was initially unable to build a relationship with the company. In 2010, he changed his name from Christopher "Lonny" Breaux to Christopher Francis Ocean via a legal website. In an April 2011 interview, Ocean intimated that his relationship with Def Jam has strengthened since the release of his mixtape. On April 28, 2011, Ocean was arrested on unspecified charges by the LAPD, and was released on the morning after on April 29, 2011. Ocean joined his OFWGKTA bandmates for the first time on tour from May 12 to May 19, 2011. On May 31, 2011, Def Jam released the single Novacane on iTunes soon followed by Swim Good Taken from his mixtape Nostalgia, ULTRA. His first 'proper' album, Channel Orange was released on July 17, 2012.
In 2016, He released the visual album Endless alongside his second studio album Blonde, following several years of delays. Blonde debuted at number one in the United States and United Kingdom.
In 2017, Ocean released several singles, including Chanel and Lens, through his Blonded Radio show, and made several appearances on other songs by artists like Calvin Harris, A$AP Mob, and Tyler, the Creator.
Best Seller
Frank Ocean Lyrics
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No huh-ho no nooo, no, no
Ohh, I got a love for my ink
It's like tear stains all over my diary pages
We wrote it together
And it tells all the secrets baby
But if this got into the hands
They'd try to develop an alternate
Ending for the tale
I don’t, want ‘em with the story
It don’t, need to be published
No, don’t, put it in stores
Oh, no, whoa, I know
Don’t try to make it a best-seller
A best-seller, a best-seller
It ain’t gon’ be a best-seller
A best-seller (No)
We don’t need the pub, no awards
And no reviews sure the critics that read it
Won’t have a clue
It ain’t a best-seller, a best-seller
A best-seller, whoa, whoa, yeah
The publishers been tryna call us
Been tryna meet us lately
And I say "It’s precious, and it’s private
Sure ain’t for profit"
And if they don’t understand, baby
I ain’t givin’ a damn
I’m tryna protect this, I’m sorry
These chapters ain’t for sale
I don’t, want ‘em with the story
It don’t, need to be published
No, don’t, put it in stores
Oh, no, whoa, I know (Hey)
They’ll try to make it a best-seller
A best-seller, a best-seller
It ain’t gon’ be a best-seller
A best-seller (No)
We don’t need the pub, nor awards
Nor reviews i’m sure the critics that read
It won’t have a clue
It ain’t a best-seller, a best-seller
A best-seller, whoa, whoa, yeah
Don’t try to make it a best-seller
A best-seller, a best-seller
It ain’t gon’ be a best-seller
A best-seller (No)
We don’t need the pub, nor awards
Nor reviews i’m sure the critics that read
It won’t have a clue
It ain’t a best-seller, a best-seller
A best-seller, whoa, whoa, yeah
Settle down, settle down (Just settle down)
Listen up, listen up (Just listen up)
Just hear me out, hear me out
(Just hear me out)
There’s too much love, too much love (Oh, no)
There’s too much love written up (Oh, no)
‘Cause all our love written up (Our love)
I got my heart written up (You got my heart)
Don’t you sell it, oh, no
Don’t try to make it a best-seller
A best-seller, a best-seller
It ain’t gon’ be a best-seller
A best-seller (No)
We don’t need the pub, nor awards
Nor reviews i’m sure the critics that read
It won’t have a clue
It ain’t a best-seller, a best-seller
A best-seller, whoa, whoa, yeah
Don’t try to make it a best-seller
A best-seller, a best-seller
It ain’t gon’ be a best-seller
A best-seller (No)
We don’t need the pub, nor awards
Nor reviews i’m sure the critics that read
It won’t have a clue
It ain’t a best-seller, a best-seller
A best-seller, whoa, whoa
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It can’t be that, my baby
A best-seller, a best-seller
Na, na, na na na na, na, na na na
Na, na, na na na no, no
Na, na, na na na na, na, na na na
Na, na, na na na no, no
The lyrics of Frank Ocean's song "Best Seller" explore the idea of keeping a love story private and protected from the public eye. The singer compares their love to tear stains on diary pages, implying that it is emotional and deeply personal. The love story is written together by the couple, containing their secrets and intimate moments. However, the singer expresses concern about the story falling into the wrong hands, those who stand against them. They believe that these individuals would try to manipulate the narrative and create an alternate ending.
The singer firmly states that they don't want the story to become a best-seller or be published for profit. They reject the idea of fame, awards, and reviews, asserting that critics who read it won't understand the true depth of their love. The publishers, eager to capitalize on their story, attempt to contact them, but the singer dismisses their advances, emphasizing that this love is precious and private, not for sale. They express a strong desire to protect their story and keep it away from the public's prying eyes.
The repeated refrain of "Don't try to make it a best-seller" reinforces the singer's refusal to let their love be commodified or exploited for commercial gain. They assert that they don't need the validation of public recognition or critical acclaim. The song ends with a plea to settle down and listen, highlighting the overwhelming amount of love that exists between the couple. It emphasizes that their love is not meant to be sold or shared for the world's consumption.
Overall, "Best Seller" serves as a declaration of love's sanctity, urging the listener to value and protect their most intimate relationships from the pressures and demands of society.
Line by Line Meaning
No huh-ho no no huh-ho no
I don't want any attention or fame for this.
Ohh, I got a love for my ink
I have a deep connection to my writing.
It's like tear stains all over my diary pages
My words are filled with emotion and vulnerability.
We wrote it together
This is a collaborative creation between me and my loved one.
And it tells all the secrets baby
It reveals our intimate secrets and experiences.
But if this got into the hands of those who stood against us
If our enemies got hold of this, they would try to twist the narrative.
They'd try to develop an alternate ending for the tale
They would try to change the story to fit their own agenda.
I don’t, want ‘em with the story
I don't want them involved in the narrative.
It don’t, need to be published
This doesn't need to be put out into the public.
No, don’t, put it in stores
I don't want it available for sale.
Oh, no, whoa, I know
I am aware of the consequences and risks.
Don’t try to make it a best-seller
I don't want this to become a popular and widely read work.
We don’t need the pub, no awards
We don't care about publicity or recognition.
And no reviews sure the critics that read it
Even if critics review it, they won't understand its true depth.
It ain’t a best-seller, a best-seller
This won't become a highly successful and widely praised work.
The publishers been tryna call us
Publishers have been reaching out to us.
Been tryna meet us lately
They have been attempting to schedule meetings with us.
And I say "It’s precious, and it’s private
I tell them that this work is personal and valuable.
Sure ain’t for profit"
We are not doing this for money or commercial gain.
And if they don’t understand, baby
If they can't comprehend our reasons, it doesn't matter to me.
I ain’t givin’ a damn
I don't care about their opinions or judgments.
I’m tryna protect this, I’m sorry
I'm trying to safeguard the integrity of this work.
These chapters ain’t for sale
I won't let anyone buy and exploit these intimate chapters.
They’ll try to make it a best-seller
They will attempt to turn this into a highly successful and popular work.
There’s too much love, too much love
The emotions conveyed in this writing are overpowering.
‘Cause all our love written up
This work is a testament to our love and experiences together.
I got my heart written up
My heart and soul are poured into this writing.
Don’t you sell it, oh, no
I won't let anyone sell or exploit our love and experiences.
Oh yeah
Expressing agreement or affirmation.
It can’t be that, my baby
This work is too personal and meaningful.
Na, na, na na na na, na, na na na
Vocalization without specific meaning.
Na, na, na na na no, no
Vocalization indicating refusal or rejection.
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