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.
• 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 JID's narrative.

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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 Shit ain't really working out 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 Shit ain't really working out Shit ain't really working out C'mon bruh, come to the booty club one time Throw some of that Dreamville money 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