Lyrical Breakdown of ATM - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Life can bring much pain There are many ways to deal with this pain Choose wisely Will I fall? Will I fly? Heal my soul Fulfill my high Cross my heart (Count, count, count, count, count it) And hope to die (Count, count, count, count, count it) With my slice (Count, count, count, count, count it) Of Devil's pie Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it (Yeah) Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it I know that it's difficult I'm stackin' this paper, it's sort of habitual I blow the residual And fuckin' yo' bitch like it's part of my ritual Pardon the visual But money, it give me a hard-on it's typical I want it in physical A million dollars, I count up in intervals Without it I'm miserable Don't wanna fall off so I'm all in my bag Thankin' God like it's biblical I know it's gon' solve every problem I have I balled on the principal Remember the teachers was all on my ass Now look all of them, pitiful And all of a sudden I'm so good at math Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Can't take it when you die But you can't live without it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Can't take it when you die Uno, dos, tres Big bills, big pills I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills My niggas runnin' tip drills, can't sit still Don't give a fuck if it kills, it mix well I'm only countin' Big bills, big pills I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills My niggas runnin' tip drills, can't sit still Don't give a fuck if it kills, it mix well I'm only countin' Uno, dos, tres, quatro Proceed with caution I heard if you chase it only results in A hole in your heart Fuck it, I take the whole cake And I won't leave a portion It's only an organ Thank God mama couldn't afford the abortion The loneliest orphan I flip my misfortune and grow me a fortune My Rollie is scorchin' Them niggas that hated is slowly endorsin' Now Cole, he important My niggas beside me like Tommy and Martin We ball in your court and Then skate with your bitch like we Tonya Harding She don't need her garments She horny from all the money we countin' Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Can't take it when you die But you can't live without it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Can't take it when you die Uno, dos Will I fall? Will I fly? Heal my soul Fulfill my high Cross my heart And hope to die With my slice of Devil's pie