Lyrical Breakdown of SUWU - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "SUWU" 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 "SUWU" 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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Yeah, I really don't wear, uh, shades when I do my verses But uh, sometimes I don't wanna see my words You know, they're for you, six shit Yeah, hello? (Free 6lack) Br, hello? (Mafia family that is) Fuck it, fuck it, yeah, yeah, yeah Dedication 6, mmm (DatPiff dot com, world premiere) Roses are red, our eyes are too, yeah The pillows, the bed, the light bulbs too, Suwu The scarf on my head and her drawers too None of this shit she heard before My lies all new, true I cross my heart, I won't cross you, damn Ride me so good I need horse shoes, oh Eat that shit out like some soul food, yeah Cut the shit down, you'll hear old Tune, brp brp She come to my house and I got drugs layin' 'round So easy to pick up, and they so hard to put down Gift and a curse And she don't mind fuckin' with girls As long as Tiffany's first Hello, fuck it That's my little baby, that's my little baby She get a little brazy, but she still wavy (Suwu) That's my little baby, that's my little baby She get a little faded, but she still savin' (fuck you) Roses are red, our eyeballs too We go from the sofa, to floor, to the bed, these nice walls too, ah Roses are red, our skin tone too, ah Let's go off to space, the way stars do (pew pewm) We gone, it's all in our heads, and our hearts too (vroo vroom) I'm gone, she waitin' in bed for that part two (skrrt) I'm back, and we argue all mornin', fuck all noon (er eh) That's what the bed and the walls do He hello? She come to my house and I got guns layin' 'round Blat, she treat each one of 'em like it's her own child Gift and the curse And she don't mind fuckin' with girls as long as Tiffany's first Hello, fuck it (Suwu) Roses are red and my stones too, ah The roses are dead and my phone too Damn, I'm changin' her life, her ringtone too, ah Cut that shit down, you'll hear old Tune That's my little baby, that's my little baby She she get a little brazy, but your bitch basic Slow down my little baby, that's my little baby She said, "fuck that nigga Baby I'm your real baby", fuck it That's my little baby, that's my little baby She get a little faded, but she still savin' (fuck you) DatPiff dot come, the mixtape authority