Lyrical Breakdown of WE JUS WANNA GET HIGH - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "WE JUS WANNA GET HIGH" 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 "WE JUS WANNA GET HIGH" 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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We just wanna get real high-igh-igh (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) That nigga know that bitch he got is mine, mine, mine That's your bitch and that's my bitch too, nigga, don't forget I was looking out my rearview, finger on the trigger Switching bitches like tennis shoes, I damn near forget I'm in love with my money, baby, I don't want shit Panamera view inside my truck like a penthouse Dog-ass bitch, she just tryna suck my wrist off All these blue strips, I might bust out and Crip walk Take the cocaine with me, they gon' make a nigga chain talk Choosin' on a pimp, I'ma slice it like a chainsaw You lil' bitty shrimp, I'ma take a nigga main hoe Send her home to you, she don't wanna talk to you, her brain sore Grand remarkable, I get dollars like Diego Grand National, made it skrrt outside the bando Two Glock 40s, they gon' call me Pluto Rambo Finessin' a sport, bitch, hand me the fork, yeah, yeah Top like New York, bitch giving intercourse, yeah, yeah Drop-top Rolls-Royce like I ain't got a choice, yeah, yeah Bag it up and sell it and go cop me some Screw 26 Pirellis, put on brand new shoes Zero below, all this ice, catch the flu Panamera view inside my truck like a penthouse Dog-ass bitch, she just tryna suck my wrist off All these blue strips, I might bust out and Crip walk Take the cocaine with me, they gon' make a nigga chain talk Choosin' on a pimp, I'ma slice it like a chainsaw You lil' bitty shrimp, I'ma take a nigga main hoe I been tryna balance out the money with the dope Too much drip, bitch gotta walk around with a float Messy hoes know this bitch fucking on a GOAT They know what come with that ice, Chane'-ne', Coco I give bitches a lil' hype and then I adiós I got the Midas touch, extended Rolls-Royce Ghost When I ain't got them hitters 'round, you still can't approach Don't make me have to up this motherfucker and let it go Security for these bitches 'cause they ain't got no control Don't make me have to up this motherfucker and let it go We just wanna get real high-igh-igh