Lyrical Breakdown of Woke Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Woke Up" 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 "Woke Up" 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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Young Chop on the beat Yup Money, money, money I woke up Boy, it's time to get it Walk up to the window, saw the city Thank God I woke up Feeling like the motherrealest Livin' but it's time to make a killin' Thank God I woke up Tryna get it every day Day Make a hundred mil' and run away, wait, wait I woke up Tell these boys they gotta pay Tryna make a hundred mil' and run away, wait, wait Yeah I woke up I woke up, woke up, thank God I woke up Yeah Wifey at home but I'm livin' life like we broke up Yeah You hit the hood and post up I'm gonna get it 'til I'm filthy rich My hands dirty, my gross up Gross My money doin' the toe touch That's stretched out Whoa 'Til I'm in the back, stretched out Whoa Drinkin' Ace 'cause I'm decked out Whole hood with me, need a guest house Yeah, a guest house Yeah Lately, I've been gettin' like moreand less mouth 'cause When they see that whip, they start to think about kids Yeah And when they see this crib, they gonna start to think about cribs Oh, God Been dealt with real life too long, now it's time to live Live Respect out the D, hardly had a pot to pee in Okay Now I'm at The Coliseum, lil' gotta see 'em Try and be 'em Show you how to follow vision, real politician Bad swallow titian, gotta get it Yeah Yeah Last night, I lost all that I'ma wake my ass, get it all back Thank God I woke up Boy, it's time to get it Walk up to the window, saw the city Thank God I woke up Feeling like the motherrealest Livin' but it's time to make a killin' Thank God I woke up Tryna get it every day Day Make a hundred mil' and run away, wait, wait I woke up Tell these boys they gotta pay Tryna make a hundred mil' and run away, wait, wait I said, I woke up Fi-fi-fucking kill this shit, I gotta say, my Pit blue, my buffs gray with a hint of white Sipping Henny white Living like I won't see the night Real player like Pinky Whoa When I'm in the game, I TD Whoa And I'm all about my dollars, dollars, dollars, that's 3D I wake up with a bad by my side Last night I was so drunk, I felt high Last week, I was so high, I felt drunk I say, I gotta so bad, I gotta hit from the front Yeah Let's go I'm K-K-Kim K, that's 'Ye 'Ye tone Smoking weed, that's reggaeton Get it next to free, that's A.J. Tone What's my name? What's my name? Say it ain't Tone What she saying? Say it ain't Tone Yo Who they paying? Say it ain't Tone Sleep, that take too long I woke up Yeah, 500 million Boy, it's time to get it Walk up to the window, saw the city Thank God I woke up Feeling like the motherrealest Livin' but it's time to make a killin' Thank God I woke up Tryna get it every day Day Make a hundred mil' and run away, wait, wait I woke up Tell these boys they gotta pay Tryna make a hundred mil' and run away, wait, wait I woke up Boy, it's time to get it Walk up to the window, saw the city Thank God I woke up Feeling like the motherrealest Livin' but it's time to make a killin' Thank God I woke up I woke up this morning Looking at the city that raised me Yeah I'ma get it all now And go get everything they never gave me Look Okay Mic drop Every day that I wake, I say grace for my cake I'ma do dessert first, I don't even gotta wait Yeah When I hit the mall, I hit that in the face God be so good to me, I just gotta stop and pray By the way, my jewelry appraised, it's a couple K For sure Ándele, I'm out of the state, at my hideaway Like Bruce Wayne, I'm saving the day And I'm getting bank, I'm foolay My got booty Ooh, I love the way I woke up, my dough up Yeah I go out Yeah I go nuts Yeah I show out Yeah I blow up Yeah I ball out Yeah I pour up Yeah Okay, it's early, mack off in this tailor-made designer coat Yeah Watch me take it to the bank and deposit a pot of gold I woke up Yeah Yeah Boy, it's time to get it Walk up to the window, saw the city Thank God I woke up Feeling like the motherrealest Livin' but it's time to make a killin' Thank God I woke up Woke up