Lyrical Breakdown of All I Know - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "All I Know" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Big Sean weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "All I Know" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Big Sean employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Big Sean's narrative.

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Yeah Finally Famous getting it Yeah Could you tell me where to go? I need direction Where are we now? Now What's the intersection? Motherfuck my phone It never has reception In this cold world, it's all about collection So I, I stack paper and keep it ghetto Oh 'Cause when you rich, you are on top of the world The world I made a promise to the mirror that I'd never, ever, ever go broke Riding through the city I be riding through the city All I know is bad bitches I got Finally Famous with me, though Plenty smoke Yeah Plenty roll Yeah So I'm a drinking, smoking, fucking go, go, go like it's all I know All I know, like it's all I know All I know, like it's all I know All I know, like it's all I know All I know Oh, oh, oh Well, I'm flying over little, really flying over cities Got my carry on, but really wish I had a pound with me, though My watch is 30,000 dollars, Dolce & Gabbana on us There's so much Prada I don't wanna know I'm the reason that your bitch is smoking weed now No blunts Little bro want roll up joints Seen the how-to video, now we on point And he trying to make it front row to the show to throw me one If I ever hand you some weed, it's free You don't owe me none Just put on one of me and Big Sean's CDs and roll me some Boy And there's only one, you know, you know Khalifa guy, I stay high like Pluto could Ah Okay, I'm going hard I'm going hard I'm going dumb I'm going dumb I'm going in, I'm going in, 'til I'm going numb, 'til I'm going numb I got a lot to say, I don't hold my tongue I just hold money, don't hold me up Rolling in more green than a hole in one You got more than me? Then shit, roll something See, I be off of that tree, tree People tell me I shouldn't be But early on, my mom taught me that everything green is good for me Boy I wake up to three girls My role model is Hugh Hef I gave your girl a T-shirt since she gave the whole crew net I don't dance, I two-step My weed loud, it suplex I came up from that basement, man, straight up out of that duplex Bitch, if I ain't a G, I'm a OG Two fingers on my joint, one to the police And I'm a drinking, smoking, fucking go, go, go like it's all I know All I know, like it's all I know All I know, like it's all I know All I know, like it's all I know All I know All I know, oh, oh, oh Yeah Oh Yeah Oh