Lyrical Breakdown of OFTEN, I HAVE THESE DREAMZ - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "OFTEN, I HAVE THESE DREAMZ" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how DJ Drama weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "OFTEN, I HAVE THESE DREAMZ" 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 DJ Drama 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 DJ Drama's narrative.
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Uh-uh, you see
When I got the call from the WZRD for this collaboration
It only made sense, right?
I mean, we birthed the sound
We birthed the style, we birthed the culture, you niggers're welcome
But now, it's time for some new and improved shit
I mean, life has been amazing
Blessings on blessings, on blessings, it's fair to say we God's favorite
Oh, yeah, God got you too (yes, sir, yeah)
Cudi, DJ Drama (yeah, oh-oh), y'all ready?
This is unlimited kisses from me to your bitches
Miss, it's Cudder again, I'm finally in line within'
Been on my shit back in this, blessed, been feelin' these niggers can't pack
Runnin' up these raps, haha, tell most of these lames I'm Papa (birthed y'all)
Winning, zoom, I'm flicking, all the ladies stick, gotta find me somethin', take my pic'
And I'm 'bout to make it quick, shit
Who knows? Nigga, I'm so stuntastic
It's automatic, see, I'm so cinematic-'atic-'atic (Cudi, talk to 'em)
You know what's crazy
Often, I have these dreams of me falling through the sky
You know what I'm sayin'?
And uh, somehow before I hit the ground, I start flyin'
You know what I'm sayin'? I start flyin'
I fly back up to the sky, you know, high as fuck
High as fuck, pass the planets (get 'em)
Niggas ain't never seen it
Walkin' a little bit, leanin'
The truth is all that tequila, he rose
Can't nobody seem to be him?
Confident bossin', wavy, I'm drivin' the ladies crazy
He rip it again, ah, man, dawg, they all mad
Ah, it's little, little, Tokyo from Paris, damn
Damn-damn, who ran? All first fans
Rootin' for him, just to cheer him on, they love a grand man
You know, they always say, "There's a punk motherfucker that's tryna bring you down"
When they see you shinin', don't worry, don't worry
God got you (amen, INSANO)