Lyrical Breakdown of Don't Got Time - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Don't Got Time" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Juice Wrld weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Don't Got Time" 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 Juice Wrld 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 Juice Wrld's narrative.
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Max Lord like, "Oh, it's one of those"
Look foe, Max look, haha
Huh, uh
I'ma just kick back and sip my tea, nigga (Woah, woah)
Hot tea
I'm sick and tired of these hoes on my line
I've been Tony Hawk or some', 'cause I'm on my grind
Bitch, I transform up in that Ghost, Optimus Prime
And these hoes always do the most, tryna rot my mind
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick-tock, don't got time (Don't got time)
I don't got time (I don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick-tock, don't got time, hey (Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick)
Shawty got, uh (Uh), give me that, uh (Uh)
Double up, uh (Ha), ayy (Yeah)
Wockhardt sip (Uh), Qualitest, nah (Uh)
Double my cup, ayy
Pass me the Sprite or you die (Uh)
I've said that multiple times (Ayy)
Double my gun, 007
I shot him multiple times (Ayy)
Don't love a bitch, fuck her then dip
I made her walk
Told her be like A$AP Rocky with it, bitch, walk, please, walk
Please don't talk
Bitch, I'm a dog I'ma bite I don't bark
If yo' bitch got water, tell your bitch I'm a shark
Got the iron on me, I feel like Tony Stark
Fly nigga, I feel like Bonaparte
Designer on me, but this shit ain't no "Panda"
I drop a 4 of heaven in the Fanta
Nina on my lap, I'm feelin' like Santa
Shit on all my enemies got no manners
I got that Percocet 30 axis
So it's understanding if you not understanding
540, no scope, I Black Ops 2, blam him
This shit ain't a joke, I may go shoot a random, ayy
I'm sick and tired of these hoes on my line (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I've been Tony Hawk or some', 'cause I'm on my grind (Okay)
Bitch, I transform up in that Ghost, Optimus Prime (Skrrt, okay)
And these hoes always do the most, tryna rot my mind (Huh)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick-tock, don't got time (Don't got time)
I don't got time (I don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick-tock, don't got time, hey (Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick)
I should go buy the Bahamas (Okay)
Give a AK to my mama (Okay)
Go smoke a blunt with Obama (Ayy)
Until I feel dead like Osama (Okay)
I know robbers, they leave you forgotten (Uh)
Up in the ocean swimming like you Bin Laden
I'm freestylin' all the murders, you dropped
Shit an album out, pick it up, put it in my pocket, yeah
My choppa shoot so fast (How fast?)
You thought it knew ebonics (Yeah)
Your shorty went so fast (How fast?)
I nicknamed her Sonic, yeah (Okay)
You know I shoulda called that shit demonic, yeah
Sippin' chronic, smokin' chronic, yeah
Tote chronics, shooting chronic, yeah
Come through get some of this chronic, yeah (Okay)
I just been livin' so fast (Huh)
Pour me a four to slow down in here
Codeine cowboy getting cash (Huh)
Robbery rodeos everywhere (Yee-haw)
Live every day like my last one
Like what day? My last one
Every day, I'm on the cash hunt (Uh-uh)
Buckle up, let's have a blast, hun (Uh-uh)
I'm sick and tired of these hoes on my line (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I've been Tony Hawk or some', 'cause I'm on my grind (Okay)
Bitch, I transform up in that Ghost, Optimus Prime (Skrrt, okay)
And these hoes always do the most, tryna rot my mind (Huh)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick-tock, don't got time (Don't got time)
I don't got time (I don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick-tock, don't got time, hey (Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick)
Ayy, okay