Staples rose to prominence with appearances on albums by Odd Future members and his collaborative mixtape titled Stolen Youth with Mac Miller, who produced the project. In October 2014, he released his debut EP Hell Can Wait, which included the singles "Hands Up" and "Blue Suede". His debut album, Summertime '06, was released on June 30, 2015, to critical acclaim. He was also featured as a part of the XXL 2015 Freshman Class.[3] His second album Big Fish Theory incorporates avant-garde, dance and electronic influences. It was released on June 23, 2017, to further acclaim from critics. He was also featured on Gorillaz's album Humanz. On November 2, 2018, Staples released his third studio album, FM!.
Loco
Vince Staples Lyrics
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Then paint the Van Gogh
She rang the front door
She came commando
She came and rambled
I came and rolled over
No time for conversations cold shoulders
Outta my mind
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my slick talk
Give head then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the James Joyce
Don't need the Rolls Royce
I need a straight jacket finna go bat shit
Sick of these rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the penmanship practiced
Gangsta gone Gatsby
Fades with no lotion
Get this shit cracking
Crack his jaw open
Crack in my system
Daddy loved smoking
Like he loved smoking niggas no joking
Everybody get a little bit crazy
Seems like you've been feeling that lately
Everybody gets a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly slowly
Right place at the wrong time
Wrong turn in my own mind
Right place at the wrong time
Got lost in my own mind
It's okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going pretty great and this ain't what you need
Don't need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in Pre-K?
Mama whooped that ass for 3 days
Parties at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, guess I should say
Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga went crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt Cobain dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga went loco
Ace hotel shoulda stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping keep knocking on my door though
Don't she know I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
Tryna get my head straight
She tryna get the bed straight
No room to think
KABOOM on the sink
Uhh me tienes harta
(Pinche baboso abre los ojos)
Quien te cres eh? El muy chingon?
(Date cuenta de lo que tienes)
Tu no eres nadien
(Ya no eres niño)
Todo lo que quieres hacer te sale mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada
(You're a grown ass mutherfuckin' man)
Nadie te toma enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, just leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, vete a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche puto desgraciado)
Pinche vato pendejo
(I fuckin' hate you)
Everybody get a little bit crazy
Seems like you've been feeling that lately
Everybody gets a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly slowly
Right place at the wrong time
Wrong turn in my own mind
Right place at the wrong time
Got lost in my own mind
It's okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going pretty great and this ain't what you need
Don't need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in Pre-K?
Mama whooped that ass for 3 days
Parties at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, guess I should say
In the black Benz speeding with my black skin gleaming
Out the window
Tints low baby come and see 'em where the rent low
Been gone I don't need a shrink I need a hit song tryna show the world a nigga
Tweaking
Been a schizo crip though off of 65th though
Anybody killer I ain't aiming when the shit blow
Jumping through your window finna hit a lick mode
Thugging since the flip phone don't be who I flip on
We all waste away, what are you looking for?
We all waste away, what do you got in store?
We all waste away, cause I can't take much more
We all waste away, rather be lost and poor
What my pastor say? Some shit that I don't believe
What my master say? Nigga, you won't be free
Until you pass away, razor on my sleeve
Tryna compensate, this pain, it run so deep
"But you a star," they say, "You mean so much to me
Mean so much to me"
The song “Loco” by Vince Staples describes a moment in which the rapper finds himself lost in his own mind. The first verse describes his encounter with a woman who arrives at his door undressed and both incoherent due to alcohol. She seems to be from Dubai and loves hip hop, and she gives the rapper oral sex before asking him to perform the crip walk dance. Vince Staples then describes his need for a straight jacket, indicating that he feels he is going insane. He is sick of other rappers copying his style, and he compares himself to Gatsby, a fictional character who is rich but unsatisfied, depicting the pressure of maintaining his success. The chorus's repetition of the phrase “right place, wrong time” and “lost in my own mind” signifies the frustration and confusion Staples feels, while the bridge addresses him directly, reminding him of childhood memories and telling him not to waste time on “ignorant f*cks.”
The second verse continues the narrative in a hotel, where Staples is struggling to get his head straight. He hears housekeeping knocking but is preoccupied with a gun beside him and his thoughts in the mirror. The third verse includes a female voice speaking in Spanish to Staples seemingly breaking up with him, emphasizing his isolation and declining mental state. The song ends with Staples questioning his faith, masters, and the pressure and expectations placed on his life as a “star.”
Overall, “Loco” represents the rapper's feelings of confusion, isolation, and mental decline in the face of success and the pressure to keep surpassing previous standards while dealing with personal issues.
Line by Line Meaning
I load the 44
I load my gun, a 44 Magnum
Then paint the Van Gogh
I shoot my gun, psychotically painting the walls with blood like Van Gogh did in his paintings
She rang the front door
A woman arrived at my place and rang the doorbell
She came commando
The woman came without wearing any underwear
She came and rambled
The woman talked aimlessly
I came and rolled over
I had sex with the woman and then rolled over
No time for conversations cold shoulders
I am not interested in talking or being friendly with the woman after having sex
Outta my mind
I am crazy and losing control
She outta red wine
The woman has drunk all the red wine and run out of it
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight from Dubai
The woman is rich and from Dubai and is drunk and behaving foolishly
She love the hip hop and love my slick talk
The woman is into hip-hop music and likes the way I talk to her smoothly
Give head then begged the boy to crip walk
The woman performed oral sex and then requested me to perform a gangsta-style dance called 'crip walk'
I write the James Joyce
I am a skilled writer like the iconic author James Joyce
Don't need the Rolls Royce
I don't need a fancy car like a Rolls Royce
I need a straight jacket finna go bat shit
I need to be restrained in a straight jacket as I may go insane
Sick of these rapper stealing my swagger
I am annoyed that other rappers are copying my style
Tryna run with the penmanship practiced
They are trying to imitate my writing technique
Gangsta gone Gatsby
I am a gangsta, now looking like the character Jay Gatsby in the novel 'The Great Gatsby'
Fades with no lotion
I am getting a haircut without applying any hair lotion
Get this shit cracking
Let's get this party or action started
Crack his jaw open
Physically hitting someone and breaking their jaw
Crack in my system
There is a flaw or crack in my mind, body or life
Daddy loved smoking
My father enjoyed smoking cigarettes
Like he loved smoking niggas no joking
He enjoyed killing black people just as much as he enjoyed smoking, without any hint of humor
It's okay, hey Vince, it's me
Someone, presumably Vince's friend or partner, is talking to Vince
Things are going pretty great and this ain't what you need
Everything is fine, and Vince does not need to worry about anything
Don't need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Vince should not spend his time dealing with an uneducated or unpleasant person
Send me some more money, we'll laugh it all up
Instead of worrying, send some money and we'll have a good time
Hey, remember how we used to fight in Pre-K?
Do you remember how we used to fight when we were kids in preschool?
Mama whooped that ass for 3 days
Our mother disciplined us severely for a long time
Parties at McDonald's for our birthday
We celebrated our birthday at McDonald's restaurant
Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga went crazy
Let me tell you about the time I lost my mind
At the Marriott, having Kurt Cobain dreams
At the Marriott hotel, dreaming about singer Kurt Cobain who died by suicide
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga went loco
Let me tell you about when I went insane
Ace hotel shoulda stayed at the Soho
I should have stayed at the Soho hotel instead of Ace hotel
Housekeeping keep knocking on my door though
The hotel staff keeps knocking on my door
Don't she know I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
Doesn't she know that I am looking at myself in the mirror with my loaded gun
Tryna get my head straight
I am trying to clear my mind
She tryna get the bed straight
The woman is trying to fix the bed
No room to think
There is no space in my mind to think clearly
KABOOM on the sink
Blowing up the sink with the gun in a moment of mania
Uhh me tienes harta
Uh, you have me fed up
(Pinche baboso abre los ojos)
(Damn fool, open your eyes)
Quien te cres eh? El muy chingon?
Who do you think you are? Are you really that cool?
(Date cuenta de lo que tienes)
(Realize what you have)
Tu no eres nadien
You are nobody
(Ya no eres niño)
(You are not a child anymore)
Todo lo que quieres hacer te sale mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada
Everything you want to do goes wrong, you are stupid, and you don't know anything
(You're a grown-ass mutherfuckin' man)
(You are a grown, responsible man)
Nadie te toma enserio
Nobody takes you seriously
(I fuckin' hate you, just leave me the fuck alone)
(I really hate you, and I want you to leave me alone)
Sabes que, vete a la chingada me caes gordo
You know what? Go to hell, I can't stand you
(Pinche puto desgraciado)
(Damn bastard)
In the black Benz speeding with my black skin gleaming
I am driving my black Benz fast and my dark skin is shining
Out the window, tints low baby come and see 'em where the rent low
I roll down the window, showing a woman outside where the low-cost housing rentals are
Been gone I don't need a shrink I need a hit song tryna show the world a nigga tweaking
I have been absent or missing, and instead of therapy, I need a hit song to express my madness to the world
Been a schizo crip though off of 65th though
I have a dual disorder of schizophrenia and gang's Crip identity from the 65th street in Long Beach
Anybody killer I ain't aiming when the shit blow
I am not targeting a specific person when I pick someone to kill
Jumping through your window finna hit a lick mode
I will attack by jumping through someone's window and robbing them
Thugging since the flip phone don't be who I flip on
I have been a thug since the time of flip phones and won't spare anyone if provoked
We all waste away, what are you looking for?
We are all decomposing and dying, what exactly are you searching for?
We all waste away, what do you got in store?
We all will eventually die, what kind of plan and final destiny do you have?
We all waste away, 'cause I can't take much more
We all are dying since I can't bear this struggle anymore
We all waste away, rather be lost and poor
Choosing to live like a lost and penniless person than suffering from eventual death and decay
What my pastor say? Some shit that I don't believe
I don't believe the nonsensical ideas that my pastor preaches
What my master say? Nigga, you won't be free
What my boss says doesn't matter because he still won't free me from my material and psychological chains
Until you pass away, razor on my sleeve
Only death will release me from my sorrow, and I always carry a razor blade on my sleeve as a symbol of my suicidal tendency
Tryna compensate, this pain, it run so deep
I am trying to mask or make amends for the deep emotional pain I carry
"But you a star," they say, "You mean so much to me
Mean so much to me"
Some people tell me that I am famous and mean a lot to them
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DACOURY NATCHE, JOHN HILL, VINCE STAPLES, KILO KISH
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