Frank Ocean acted like he was hot sauce, but really … he’s mild.

As TMZ first reported, Chipotle sued Ocean, claiming they paid him the $212,500 as an advance to record a song for one of their commercials … and then he bailed. Ocean responded to the suit by posting a photo to Tumblr of the settlement check … with “F*** OFF” in the memo box.

But we found out … Ocean didn’t have the guac to carry through on his gangster move. A rep for Chipotle tells TMZ the settlement check they received from Ocean did NOT have the expletive in the memo line.

As the rep put it, “Nice stunt, Frank!”

From TMZ:

Frank Ocean has made a drastic decision to legally change his name … but fear not … it’s not a Prince-esque symbol.

Ocean — whose real name is Christopher Edwin Breaux — filed legal docs to officially change his name to Frank Ocean.

To make it official … Frank has to plaster his intentions in a newspaper on 4 separate occasions — once a week, 4 weeks in a row. The idea is that if he’s using the name to defraud someone, potential victims can come forward and object in court.

After being sued by Chipotle last week, Frank Ocean has decided to pay back money that he was given to create an ad for the restaurant:

Singer Frank Ocean is being sued by Mexican restaurant chain Chipotle. According to a complaint filed in Los Angeles Superior Court on Friday, March 7, the company says it paid the Channel Orange star $212,500 to record a cover of “Pure Imagination,” a song originally made famous when Gene Wilder sung it in 1971’s Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. The suit says the track was supposed to appear in a marketing campaign promoting locally and sustainably sourced food over industrial farming practices. Ocean (born Christopher Breaux) was due to turn in the track on August 7, when he was also set to receive another $212,500, but he instead informed the company that he would not be participating in the campaign.

The below exchange is taken from Oyster Magazine:

Zac Bayly: Where are you right now?
Frank Ocean: I’m at a store for pants.

What kind of pants are you buying? 
Pants that hide my legs and my privates.

Those are usually the best kinds of pants. 
[Laughs] They are.

I hate shopping for pants. It’s the hardest thing in the world!
Yeah, you can’t just go and buy new pants. And then, when you discover the pants, it’s this euphoric feeling all throughout your body, because you know you found the right pants [laughs].

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Frank Ocean: …You know, I didn’t ever have a disciplinarian in my creative life. As a young person I didn’t have — for lack of a better word — I didn’t have a Joe Jackson in my family. I didn’t have that sort of overbearing stage-parent… Or, even, I didn’t even have a parent who encouraged what I did in that way. And — don’t bring out the string section. It’s not really sad — what it did foster is… Well, my attitude was pure. I love to make music, and I love to write. It was writing first. I love to write and express myself in that medium, so that was the pure part — just the love of doing something, but there was also this fantasy of what the lifestyle would be and what the trappings of success would be. There are different little montage clips that you make up in your mind, like what a day in the life would be like once you’re a fully grown whatever-you’re-going-to-become, you know?
 
Zac Bayly: Yeah. I think every decision I make in life is based on a montage that I see in my head.
Frank Ocean: Yeah — yeah. I think that was me, but there was a transition — and it wasn’t like I just woke up and had an epiphany, but it was a transition where I began to realise that if I didn’t really begin to focus on the work, I couldn’t see any way for me to become who I wanted to become. It just wasn’t gonna happen. And then somewhere in that time of my life it was like… Instead of wanting to get to a certain level of fame or how much liquid assets I had under my name, it was more like, “How well can I develop my skill set?” You know? “How far can I push my creativity? If I’m gonna do this — if I’m gonna be a singer/songwriter — then OK, I’m a singer/songwriter, but how can I be the best?”

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Frank Ocean: …What’s your middle name?

Zac Bayly: My middle name?
Yes.

My full name is Zachary Cameron Bayly.
Zachary Cameron Bayly. There was a bully in my elementary school named Bailey.

Bailey?
At my middle school, actually.

I wasn’t him. I’m not a bully.
[Laughs] I didn’t get bullied, but he was a bully. I was never a bully.

What were you like in school?
I was a thug. I sold a lot of cocaine and crack.

You sold cocaine and crack?
All the time.

Really?
Yup.

I was not as cool as you.
You weren’t as cool as me?

I was reading Harry Potter.
Harry Potter is good.

Wait — so you were reading Harry Potter and selling crack?
Um…
Read the full interview in Oyster #103: The Hang Out In Real Life Issue, on stands today!

Ouch. You can check out a clip from the first and only show on that tour above (I’ve added an additional clip below as well). From Billboard:

Frank Ocean has canceled his sold-out Australian tour after suffering with throat problems on opening night. A trip to the doctors has revealed he has a tear to one of his vocal chords.

The rising R&B star had launched his inaugural tour Down Under with a concert Thursday night at Melbourne’s Festival Hall. But he didn’t pull up well.

Ocean’s Friday night show at the same venue has been shelved, and two shows next week (July 29 and July 30) at Sydney’s Hordern Pavilion have also been axed, tour promoter Live Nation said today. His planned performance at Splendour in the Grass this Sunday now won’t go ahead.

“After last night’s concert… it was necessary to seek medical advice due to vocal issues Frank Ocean experienced during the show,” the promoter comments in a statement. “It has subsequently been confirmed that Frank has suffered a small tear to one of his vocal cords and has received medical advice that he must rest his voice.”

From Frank Ocean’s Tumblr:

i’ve been meaning to write you more. different hotels every night aren’t so bad really. in fact- all the moving house could inspire a photo series.. not for the gram, knowing me it’s probably only for whoever controls my estate in the future and enthusiastically develops all the rolls of film i forgot to. i’m in belgium, just 7 concerts into a tour with an ambiguous ending. i’d tour for a year if it didn’t interrupt my recording or my weekend driving. i really wanted to go to cairo in between europe and australia.. might let things settle some.. go to south africa instead and place some flowers on a gate for the president. for being epic and 94. i write on paper at night. my tour manager gave me a small powder blue book at the beginning of this run with gold embossed lettering on the cover that reads ‘one line a day’.. it’s easier than you’d think to narrow the entire cinema of your day into one sentence. i never read them back in the morning. whenever morning is.. even my macbook clock can’t keep up. all the travel isn’t in support of an album or anything like that really- past or ahead. there’s no label or touring firm dollars involved. all pennies from my pocket. in support of some odd daydream. ops to photograph crowds and clouds from planes. contrast all the quiet with some noise. new noise and old noise..sober crowd, faaded crowd. all welcome.