Lyrical Breakdown of Who You Are - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Who You Are" 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 "Who You Are" 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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Callin' my number one
Front row at your audience
All these cameras and you still alone
My phone is always on
I'm always on, I'm always on
(I'll be your groupie, baby)
Aye, woah, woah, look
These bitches finna hate you, you a superstar
You know who you was, I know who you are
Fuckin' with a nigga, love to take it too far
You the one that they got up on mood board
When I flick you from the back, you a superstar
You know who you was, I know who you are
Aye, I know who you are
I know who you are
Your face buried in silk
I hop, I'm on top, I'm the king of the hill
Ex wrapped around your finger, he wanna marry you still
I'm talkin' shit in your ear, you showin' off in the mirror
I match your sex drive, I'm teachin' you how to steer
I put you in every gear, yeah
I ask her do she love it, she said, "Daddy, hell yeah"
She deserve a tail number and a Telfar (For real)
You don't need a man, you need a manager, hold up
You don't need a man, you need a cameraman
I'm not that nigga that you call that's never answering
These stupid niggas fumbling a real bitch, they can't handle it
Aye, Tesla truck, pickin' it up
Dickin' her down, liftin' her down
She drop it again, it's deluxe
She a superstar chick, give her superstar dick
Fuck around and have a superstar kid
Man, these bitches finna hate you, you a superstar
You know who you was, I know who you are
Fuckin' with a nigga, love to take it too far
You the one that they got up on mood board
When I flick you from the back, you a superstar
You know who you was, I know who you are
Aye, I know who you are
I know who you are
All she need's a platform
All she need is somebody who gon' go to bat for her
Soon as she leave the house, make her back for her
Who gon' hold that ass down and make her wanna clap for it
Clap for it, and you the best at it
Sold out shows jumpin' like a pep rally
Girl, you poppin', I'ma fuck you at the Met Gala
We made a mess at it, aye
And fuck these hatin' ass bitches, hope they take it personal
And you know they hate as long as the work flow
Pieces, Scorpio, waters, I surf those
Pussy fire, I might have to go no shirt mode
And you blessed, I know Creflo and Kirk know
You a superstar, just never go commercial
Right stroke, left stroke, that's the best stroke
Death stroke, tongue all down your throat
You don't ever happen to people like me
You can be anywhere but you where you wanna be, yeah
Shooting star in the limelight, my sweet thing
I'd buy you this fuckin' world
'Cause you love me for me
Man, these bitches finna hate you, you a superstar
You know who you was, I know who you are
I had to do it
Straight, straight up
You know who you was, I know who you are
I know who you are
I know who you are
Callin' my number one
Front row at your audience
All these cameras and you still alone
My phone is always on
I'm always yours, I'm always yours