Lyrical Breakdown of Photo Copied - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Photo Copied" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Future weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Photo Copied" 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 Future 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 Future's narrative.
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Yeah, you lucky
Yeah, I'm on savage time nigga
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied
Once I adapted I got more options
I told her ignore that bitch she told me "yes daddy"
Man she, tryna get at me
Hoe you telling they business so tacky
We don't cuddle with none of you bitches
We don't wanna hustle with none of you niggas
Uh, I'm cool on them, don't even dap them niggas
Uh, I was in the trap they tried to trap a nigga
I pull up in that new Maybach and they wave
These niggas won't show no deuces they got hoe-waves
I walk inside the club and they wave
I put headshots and more hits out on my enemies
I got love for all my niggas who got love for me
I got bloods, crips, and GDs in my family tree
And everywhere I go them vice lords with me
You don't want no static we just got these things established
Bobble head bitches, they just smash automatic
Your baby-momma outta pocket knowing I'm a savage
I told you I don't give you the dope
I told you I don't give you that dope
You niggas don't exist we eat filet mignon
Go brazy with your bitch she try to stay the night
The first thing in the AM send her on a flight
Yeah, I'm on savage time nigga
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied
I passed her off like "oh bitch I'm him"
I'm seeing the way she actin' on a gram
You misrepresenting who I am
Oh, hold up
That photoshop making me nervous
I told you what's making me nervous
I know you ain't saving that pussy
You know somebody play in that pussy
And it's o, it's okay though
I got love for all my niggas who got love for me
I got bloods, crips, and GDs in my family tree
And everywhere I go them vice lords with me
You don't want no static we just got these things established
Bobble head bitches, they just smash automatic
Your baby-momma outta pocket knowing I'm a savage
I told you I don't give you the dope
I told you I don't give you that dope
You niggas don't exist we eat filet mignon
Go brazy with your bitch she try to stay the night
The first thing in the AM send her on a flight
Yeah, I'm on savage time nigga
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied