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

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Danny Brown weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Grown 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 Danny Brown 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 Danny Brown's narrative.

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Remember when my first meal was school lunch Now I spit a 16 straight with no punch Remember all for dinner all we ate was Captain Crunch Now we blow big blunts on the way to brunch Went from good fella to commissary slips Now I got back up man every time I slipped Never ever quit, I just kept on pursuing Teacher always ask me, what was I doing Scribbled in my notebook and never did homework Low attention span, guess these Adderall worked Rocked Tommy Hil shirts, ones with the boat Rockport kicks way before we even smoked Used to have baby lungs, choking when I hit it Nowadays lace a whole seven in a sitting Remember back then we thought we growed up Rushin' out of kids just be grown up Rushin' out of kids just be grown up Whoever I thought I'd be the greatest growing up? I can eat opponents get sixty four quarters Burn up fire and drown drops of water Son, I told you I got beans like Goya Gone off them pills got me jumping off the sofa Hotter than a Hot Pocket out the double microwave Model bitches begging just be a nigga's sex slave Excited for garments like it tailor made And when these bitches see me man they wetter than the everglades Everyday same shit, me getting paid Waking up, new bitch, it's me getting laid Used to take bottle back, waitress bring the bottle back Now they see me shining and they looking like a Sour Patch Nigga catch a heart attack, Newport soft pack never blow blunt wraps But these blunt raps sewn up Whoever thought I'd be the greatest growing up? Rushin' out of kids just be grown up Whoever thought I'd be the greatest growing up?