Lyrical Breakdown of Up Late - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Up Late" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Up Late" 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 Kodak Black 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 Kodak Black's narrative.
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That money don't sleep, you know what I'm sayin'?
So why you gonna be sleepin' on the money?
Up late
Keep that shit 1K, 1K
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don't want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don't hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin' to say
You don't want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin' fraud, I was sellin' licks
Drivin' too fast, it just ain't safe
I be all gas nigga, no brake
Pop a C-class like I'm in the sixth grade
Brought my BB gun to school in the fifth grade
Thinkin' 'bout my nigga Cool, hope he okay
I just bought a PS4, but I don't play
And my nigga Slime right behind me with the K
If I give you somethin', nigga you better say thanks
And I remember eatin' peanut butter treats
I ain't hit my lady in a couple days
You don't know what I had to go through
You don't know what I had to go do
In the studio, you know I keep the Pro Tools
I be saucin' on these bitches, I'm so smooth
Hey, let me show you how the VVS gleam
I ain't eat no pussy, diamonds on my teeth
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don't want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don't hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin' to say
You don't want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin' fraud, I was sellin' licks
I pop the checks and get that money out of state
I be boppin' on yo' nigga like I'm on the stage
Want my nigga home so bad, you know the lawyer paid
And even tho you gone, I keep the commissary straight
Slime in the Tahoe ridin' with that SK
No Wells Fargo, nigga I got big bank
I be rappin' 'bout it, 'cause I'm livin' this way
Top nigga, I been put up in a fish tank
Took that bitch to Chik-Fil-A, she said she wanna steak
They had to let me outta jail for my birthday
This ain't no water gun but when I see you I'ma spray
Mine a sniper, quick to shoot I fuck with Lil Tay
And this money doin' somethin' to my memory
Shawty know I love that head, I love that migraine
And I just wanna be new Beyoncé
'Krill so big, it's like an arcade
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don't want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don't hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin' to say
You don't want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin' fraud, I was sellin' licks