Lyrical Breakdown of TTYL - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "TTYL" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Ice Spice weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "TTYL" 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 Ice Spice 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 Ice Spice's narrative.
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(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
First thing when I wake up (grrah)
I make sure my cake up (cake up)
I do my hair, put a lil' bit of makeup (grrah)
Of course, I'm the baddest, them bitches be haters (haters)
All black, dressed like a skater
No friends, bitches be faker (grrah)
No rocks, no scissors (grrah, hehe)
Just gettin' that paper (grrah)
Gettin' that paper like I never had it (like)
Empty the store is my only bad habit (grrah)
Empty the clip if them bitches want static (work)
Shakin' that shit, so he wanna grab it (grrah)
I tell his bitch to go play in some traffic (work)
Five stars when I'm lunchin' (lunchin')
Bad bitch, so he munchin' (munchin')
Shoot a movie at Dunkin
I'm a brand, it's nothin' (nothin')
I'm a star on TV (grrah)
All in my face, what them bitches won't see (grrah)
All in my comments, they suckin' my D
Shakin' my head, I be suckin' my teeth, please
Like, I know I'm that bitch who that bitch wanna be, grrah
First thing when I wake up (grrah)
I make sure my cake up (cake up)
I do my hair, put a lil' bit of makeup (grrah)
Of course, I'm the baddest, them bitches be haters (haters)
All black, dressed like a skater
No friends, bitches be faker (grrah)
No rocks, no scissors (grrah, hehe)
Just gettin' that paper (grrah)
Talkin' shit on the net, I'ma drag her (drag her)
No call for that bitch, like, why would I tag her? (Why?)
That's why her man wanna play in my clappers (clappers)
We in the V and we playin' my slappers, damn
It's baddies galore (whoa)
She lookin' right in that Christian Dior
And I don't even drink, but I'm lettin' her pour, grrah
She shake it, shake it (shake it)
Gettin' naked, naked (naked)
Be on my live, tryna throw me his stick
And I'm cappin' to him like I know how to take it (like)
It's cool, I'ma fake it (fake it)
I just let him taste it
He talkin' nice, so I'm lettin' him crack it
I'm throwin' it back, I'm like, "Baby, don't break it" (break it)
First thing when I wake up (grrah)
I make sure my cake up (cake up)
I do my hair, put a lil' bit of makeup (grrah)
Of course, I'm the baddest, them bitches be haters (haters)
All black, dressed like a skater
No friends, bitches be faker (grrah)
No rocks, no scissors (grrah, hehe)
Just gettin' that paper (grrah)
(Like)
(Like, I'ma talk to you later)
(Grrah, gettin' that paper)
(Talk to you later)
(Grrah, I'ma talk to you later)
(Grrah, I be gettin' that paper)