Lyrical Breakdown of Used To - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah, sound, sound, sound Yeah, real 6 side shit Sickos, ah man Yeah, when you get to where I'm at You gotta remind 'em where the fuck you at Every time they talkin' it's behind your back Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack They gon' say your name on them airwaves They gon' hit you up right after like it's only rap Jewels look like I found a motherfuckin' treasure map And ain't told no one where the fuck it's at Shout out to the G's from the ends We don't love no girls from the ends I'ma hit 'em with the wham once again I'ma always end up as a man in the end, dog It's just apparent every year Only see the truth when I'm staring in the mirror Lookin' at myself like, there it is there Yeah, like there it is there man, woo! I ain't tryna chance it I be with the bands like a nigga went to Jackson State or Grambling Young Nick Cannon with the snare drum, dancin' Watch the way I handle it, uh Bring it to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit She know I'm the man with it, uh With the bands like I must've went to Clark, went to Hampton I ain't playin' with it I ain't felt the pressure in a little while It's gon' take some getting used to (what you say?) Floatin' all through the city with the windows down Puttin' on like I used to (what you say?) They never told me when you get the crown It's gon' take some getting used to (what you say?) New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to man Way more gully gully than buddy buddy Never needed your acceptance, never needed nothin' Y'all don't understand, I'm the only one to hear from Y'all don't understand that it's me or nothin' Yeah, I'm fuckin' glowin' up Shaq postin' up on niggas that I used to have posters of Real quick man, you couldn't have hated that Let's be real nigga, you couldn't have made it that Woo, dance our dance, watch me dance You're fuckin' with the best man, I'm too advanced After this drop I got new demands Can't meet the terms, keep it movin' then Make sure the plane got a phone now So when we 'bout to land I can call to tell the woes I'm home now I'll tell 'em link up at the valley at the Hazy Think I got the shit that had the city going crazy I ain't felt the pressure in a little while It's gon' take some getting used to (what you say?) Floatin' all through the city with the windows down Puttin' on like I used to (what you say?) They never told me when you get the crown It's gon' take some getting used to (what you say?) New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to man When you get to where the fuck I'm at You gotta remind 'em about where you been About all of the money that done came and went About the two cents I ain't never spent When they say you're too famous to pack a gat I gotta remind 'em about where I'm from Not about where I'm going, about where I've gone Stepping on a Swisher roach like a stepping stone Goin' at a nigga throat like a herringbone Boy, do I smell beef? Mmm, pheromones Got a fuckin' halo over my devil horns Trap pumpin' all night like Chevron Suck a nigga dick for a iPhone 6 Fuck my nigga Terry for a new Blackberry You can get buried for a ounce of Katy Perry I was only five but still remember the drought in '87 Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no times to play games with 'em I ain't got no time Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentence I'm fuckin' her mind I got, mind control over Deebo Parmesan my panino Promethazine over Pinot And when my bloods start shootin' that's B-roll bitch I ain't felt the pressure in a little while It's gon' take some getting used to (what you say?) Floatin' all through the city with the windows down Puttin' on like I used to (what you say?) They never told me when you get the crown It's gon' take some getting used to (what you say?) New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to man Yeah, they don't love you like they used to (what you say?) In the city with the-, windows down Like I used to (what you say?) Like I Take some to getting used to (what you say?) Man, they don't love you like they used to, man