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 (Yeah)

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

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

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

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

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