Lyrical Breakdown of Workin Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how JID weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Workin Out" 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 JID employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Take your heart, don't let me break it in two

I'm sure that I could possibly do nothin' for you

I'm nearly on the edge

I'm 'bout to jump in the fuel

I'm really not afraid of nothin'

Look on everything

I gave everything and got nothing back

Ain't looking for no pat on backs

That ain't how we got where the fuck we at

Mama call, "Where the fuck you at?"

"On the road, and I ain't coming back

Until my hundred stacks make a hundred racks

And that hundred racks bring a bundle back"

I was blowin' gas like the Honey Badger

J.I.D, bitch, the money snatcher

C'est la vie, shit I'm coming after everybody

Don't get the bloody splatter

I'm fly and I got my niggas fly too

Shit is like buddy passes

I wanna cry cause I'm numb inside

If you wonder why, ask, "What's the matter?"

'Cause I been working hella hard

Shit ain't really working out

I been praying to the Lord

Shit ain't really working out

I been looking to the stars

Keep my head up in the clouds

Shit ain't really working out

Quiet

Don't explain

What is there to gain

Shit, shit ain't really working out

Now I got a little bread

Got my niggas working outta town

Baby your ass fat, shit

I can see you working out, hoo

And you got a new job?

Tell me, how that shit working out?

Heard you doing pretty good

Yeah, people talk, word of mouth

Wasn't 'round when you had the dirty house

Now they won't leave when you kick 'em out

These type of people can't stick around

Only down when there's

Liquor 'round or the spliff around

That's why I don't fuck with niggas now

Well I fuck with all my niggas

You know the difference

You been living with tunnel vision

You and all of your friends are

Like wonder women, Wonder Woman

Working for it if you ever wanted something

Searching for a purpose, I see what you on the

Difference in how you be using your gifts

In the midst of the shit that you dealing with

Really specific, you paid attention, panoramic

Got the vision like a fer-de-lance

You attack and you kill it

Sinkin' your teeth with the venom

Kinda like me with these instrumentals

Or the pen and the pencil

Or off the pimpin' since been pimpin'

Keep it sensible

Since you winning you a object of ridicule

Objects appearing closer than you ready for

Obviously you don't know what's ahead

But that's the reason you can work 'til you dead

I been working hella hard

Shit ain't really working out

I been praying to the Lord

Shit ain't really working out

I been looking to the stars

Keep my head up in the clouds

Shit ain't really working out

C'mon bruh, come to the booty club one time

Throw some of that Dreamville money

At these hoes, bruh

They got dreams too, nigga

They got shit to do too nigga

They got dreams too bruh bruh

Y'all Dreamville-uh aye aye, aye aye, uh uh

Next time you see that nigga J. Cole bruh

You tell that nigga the same thing man

I fuck with y'all niggas bro

Why that nigga J. Cole

Got all this money, look like he 'bout to

Borrow somebody charger or something

"C'mon bruh, let me get your charger bruh

Let me get my shit to uh, uh 10% percent

And I'll give this shit back to you bruh bruh"

C'mon bruh flex some of that

Dreamville money, let me see it