Lyrical Breakdown of H3@RT$ W3RE M3@NT T0 F7 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "H3@RT$ W3RE M3@NT T0 F7" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Childish Gambino weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "H3@RT$ W3RE M3@NT T0 F7" 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 Childish Gambino 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 Childish Gambino's narrative.

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Are we gonna die? Not tonight This is real (not done) Tell me how it feel (this joint fire) Broke boy, tell me how it feel (this joint fire) Tell me how it feel (woo) This is real (not done) Tell me how it feel (this joint fire) Tell me how it feel (this joint fire) Tell me how it feel (woo) Bitch, I'm 'bout to stunt on these hoes (yeah, stunt) Donald Glover called cut on these hoes Put that nigga in a blunt, uh Fuckin' on a cunt, huh (uh, yeah, fuckin' on a cunt, yeah) This a lifestyle, bitch (yeah) Put that shit together, that was my style, bitch (yeah) Diamond chain on me came embedded (bling, bling) Heard they asked about me, tell 'em that I said it (tell them hoes), huh Ooh, hearts were meant to fly But I'm sorry for the things I've done (Listen to di dance) Everybody hatin' wanna get like me (ah) Everybody Satan and I'm G-O-D (okay) Ain't nobody livin' got my P.O.V. (woo) Name another nigga who got shit on me (haha) Shoot a motherfucker, I'm the new Spike Lee (pah) Everybody know me, I don't need I.D. (uh-huh) Everybody hatin' wanna get like me (oh) Everybody Satan and I'm G-O-D Fire, gun talk, I don't talk, you know that I'ma fire Summertime, that hot boy, you knew that I'ma fire When you see me realize, you know that it's a fire Know that it's a fire, know that it's a (fire!) I got all the fire, but that hoe made me sick Kissin' on me, shawty on me, roll on me, shit, huh Kissin' on me, hold on me, roll on me, shit, huh She don't know me, she just know what's on my wrist, uh This is not a Rolex, she only wanna ball now She think she got a man, so she only wanna talk now She a dominatrix, she whip me, and her bra now Wildin' on a yacht, man, I told that hoe to calm down Niggas did me greasy and I get on Niggas did me greasy and I'm still on Niggas did me greasy and I'm still on (niggas did me greasy and I'm still on) Let's go I need you to listen to me O-okay No, I, I need you to listen to me right now, are you listening? I'm, I'm listening Nobody cares