Lyrical Breakdown of Wild'n Cuz I'm Young - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wild'n Cuz I'm Young" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kid Cudi weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Wild'n Cuz I'm Young" 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 Kid Cudi 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 Kid Cudi's narrative.

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[Chorus] I be wylin' 'cause I'm young Wyl-wild'n 'cause I'm young Wylin' 'cause I'm young Wyl-wild'n 'cause I'm young I be wylin' 'cause I'm young I be wylin' 'cause I'm young And I be wild'n 'til I'm chill and old Liquor all night love it! Untamed youth and coupes move like bullets I guess the fact my father smoked And drank made it a young nigga destiny to do the exact same Young wild'n me and all my codi's Watch the phonies and hoes they claim they blew me Dark skinned china dog with the fake tits Ice grillin' my Spanish chick, word We all in together now we all fear cops be buggin' Shotguns on the whip, Fuck 'em I will never sweat for a piggy You catch me high it's all good no biggie [Chorus: x2] Four in the morning getting cosy So much goose, I let the fry soak it up some Tuesday weekly, the legend of the rager Most have witnessed the Cud' in the club I don't have Plain Pat ready Ice is thrown and the whole crew gone Done off the better, girls they love it, totally Fuck the blogs, I'mma tell my story No matter the phase, my name is engraved In the minds of the young To be living 'til their grave You live and you learn Doing bumps in the day Keep blunts to burn [Chorus: x2] Rage, cause I'm paid Take the gray and create another shade Awesome no more bitches playin' possum Pop and lock em and send em on home Tired of hoes all they want is to get chose Know the code when a women with some toes Optimo's taking trips to Australia Do some blow if you make through the show Hands high, Go with your soul and try floating through the sky Hide your pain with some pussy and mimosas Costa Rica next on the agenda [Chorus: x2]