Jocelyn Flores

Song Meaning of Jocelyn Flores by XXXTentacion

The song pays tribute to the same-named friend of XXXTentacion who passed away.

The song is dedicated to Jocelyn Amparo Flores, a Bronx native who later resided in Cleveland, Ohio, when she was 16 years old. She travelled to Florida to visit XXXTentacion, and on May 14, 2017, while on vacation, she killed herself.

On May 1, 2017, XXXTentacion started corresponding with Flores after falling in love with her after seeing her pictures on Twitter. Early stories incorrectly stated that she was already a model and had come to Florida exclusively for work, but she had never done such work before. He welcomed her to his state of Florida and employed her as a model for his Revenge apparel line.

When a bag containing $7,000 in cash was raided while the rapper was away attending his cousin's party, another girl who was also staying with him claimed responsibility. Flores booked at the Hampton Inn in Coconut Creek just before midnight, and was discovered dead the next morning because XXXTentacion, who was worried that the tension between the two visitors would lead to violence, had ejected both girls from his house and withdrawn his promise to have them pose for him.

Song Lyrics of Jocelyn Flores by XXXTentacion

[Shiloh Dynasty:]

I know you so well, so well

I mean, I can do anything that he can

I've been pretty...

[XXXTENTACION:]

I know you're somewhere, somewhere

I've been trapped in my mind, girl, just holding on

I don't wanna pretend we're something, we're nothing

I've been stuck thinking 'bout her, I can't hold on (I'll be feeling)

I'm in pain, wanna put ten shots in my brain

I've been trippin' 'bout some things, can't change

Suicidal, same time I'm tame

Picture this, in bed, get a phone call

Girl that you fucked with killed herself

That was this summer when nobody helped

And ever since then, man, I hate myself

Wanna fuckin' end it, pessimistic

All wanna see me with no pot to piss in

But niggas been excited 'bout the grave I'm diggin'

Havin' conversations 'bout my haste decisions

Fuckin' sickenin'; at the same time

Memories surface through the grapevine

'Bout my uncle playin' with a slip knot

Post-traumatic stress got me fucked up

Been fucked up since the couple months they had a nigga locked up

I'll be feelin' pain, I'll be feelin' pain just to hold on

And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb

I'll be feelin' pain, I'll be feelin' pain just to hold on

And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb

[Shiloh Dynasty:]

I know you so well (I know you, girl)

I mean, I can do better than he can

I've been pretty...

I know you so well