Lyrical Breakdown of girl, get up. - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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Sippin' my kombucha on a rooftop Smokin' blue dream on my Kama Sutra Life is but a dream for a dark skin bitch like me Life gets dark when you're dark like me Times get hard with a heart this big Mouths get fed when your ass this thick Count my sheep, then I catch my Z's I don't read y'all tweets, I delete y'all threads Don't need weed to be ten feet tall I don't need keys when I knock down walls Been pushin' P since bathroom stalls Why sell my soul when I know I'm God? I be in the back, levitatin' Doin' meditation in the girl getup Fuckin' on all confrontation, fuck a limitation In the girl getup Somehow I know it all, everything is mine Mine, mine Da-da-da-da-da-da-da All that industry plant shit wack I see it on the blogs, I see you in the chats You suck every rap nigga dick from the back But what's the agenda when the it girl Black? Y'all can't fathom that I worked this hard And y'all can't fathom that I earned this chart Y'all can't stand my vibe 'cause I'm anointed All y'all evil-ass hoes just annoying Blame it on the fame, blame it on the coke Blame it on the D'USSÉ, got you feelin' low Y'all wanna believe I'm on drugs and forsaken They won't credit me, so they blame it on Satan Blame it on my label, blame it on my team End of the day, everything is on me Miss Bag Lady, Little Messiah Little Miss Hire Them Hoes Then Fire Them I be in the back, levitatin' Doin' meditation in the girl getup Fuckin' on all confrontation, fuck a limitation In the girl getup Somehow I know it all, everything is mine Mine, mine They callin' me the intellect amongst the pussy rat I still be poppin' pussy at my sister, so I can't agree with that These hoes misogynistic, I'll address it on the album For now, let's sink into the fact that hate don't make you powerful Y'all monitorin' spirits, go monitor that checkbook Fashion week was radical, diamonds what my neck took Tried to turn the other cheek, but y'all just too damn extra I had to take it to the stu' and show these hoes pressure Father, forgive 'em, they gon' be hurt when I deliver The album six months sold, it need a fuckin' babysitter I did eight years of failin', plus a lot of cold winters Used to be a starvin' artist, now I want the whole dinner Bitch, I want my things, Nissan to a Bentley coupe Fuck you mean? Got a cosign from K. Dot She's Baby Keem, God keep me from the bitterness Help me reach the masses, all the Black women gon' feel this shit I be in the back, levitatin' Doin' meditation in the girl getup Fuckin' on all confrontation, fuck a limitation In the girl getup Somehow I know it all, everything is mine Mine, mine