Lyrical Breakdown of Thankful - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Thankful" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Uzi Vert weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Thankful" 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 Lil Uzi Vert 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 Lil Uzi Vert's narrative.
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(I'm workin' on dyin')
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Boy, don't make me do it, make me do it, make me do it
Boy, don't make me prove it, make me prove it, prove it, prove it (whoa)
I don't gotta prove it, but I surely will go do it, yeah, yeah-yeah
I swear, I be vibin', I be groovin' to the music (I be vibin')
I swear that I can't lie, don't know what I'd do without my music
Niggas think I'm crazy, niggas think that I be tweakin' (let's go)
Everythin' you tryna show me, I already seen it (seen it)
Everythin' you tryna show me, I already done (done)
Put diamonds on my pinky, and my index, and my thumb (thumb)
I don't even care because that bih didn't want a Demon
Save my soul before I let go (save, ayy)
Gotta save my soul before I let go (let go)
I'm gon' take my shot, and I'ma score before I let you
Niggas mad because my niggas shooters, and they chefs too
Okay, whip it, then they kill it, not specific
Throw his body in an ocean, ooh, that Pacific
I'm-I'm gon' kill it, I'm gon' make it to the top
If I fall down, climbin' right back up, 'cause I'm the one (ayy)
I got too much money on me, why wouldn't I just have my gun? (Gun)
I got too much money on me, why wouldn't I just have my guns? (Gun)
Oh, bankroll, all night bankroll, all day bankroll, all bad bank' (bank')
I'm so thankful, I'm so thankful, I'm so thankful, I'm so thankful (yeah, let's go)
I got too much on my mental (mental)
I got too many fallen angels (angels)
Can't fall for the streets, I won't fall when I'm famous (skrrt)
I won't eat 'less I feed my main chick (I won't eat)
When I can't breathe, I be on my same shit (when I can't breathe)
I drink lean, and I go insane, bitch (I drank lean)
Oh, you ain't bust yet, baby? I been came in it, I can't change in it
I love my niggas, do you hear the pain in it?
Neck look like it got some rain in it
Double cup on me, so I had to dip my chain in it
Everythin' you tryna show me, I already seen it (seen it)
Everythin' you tryna show me, I already done (done)
Put diamonds on my pinky, and my index, and my thumb (thumb)
I don't even care because that bih didn't want a Demon
Save my soul before I let go (save, ayy)
Gotta save my soul before I let go (let go)
I'm gon' take my shot, and I'ma score before I let you
Niggas mad because my niggas shooters, and they chefs too (whoa)
Lookin' at my pockets and my hunnids, they be peakin'
Tryna see what they gon' get spent on today
Probably a thot bitch or a brand-new K
Or prolly for that Bentley that I got on the way
Or prolly for my family, so that they all could be straight
Or prolly that bartender that be countin' her ones to Holly's
I remember she didn't hear, I met that girl at Sally's
I took that girl with big fears to the black college (college)
I remember, I ain't never ever go to colle' (college)
I remember, I ain't never wanna go to colle' (colle')
Now I'm countin' up the money, but I'm duckin' squally
Bro 'nem, they tore 'em up that they can't show the body
Whoa-whoa-whoa, yeah, I feel it
Whoa-whoa-whoa, yeah, I feel it (I feel it)
I can't get caught slippin' (slippin')
I pulled off like it's a Trans-Am
Everythin' you tryna show me, I already seen it (seen it)
Everythin' you tryna show me, I already done (done)
Put diamonds on my pinky, and my index, and my thumb (thumb)
I don't even care because that bih didn't want a Demon
Save my soul before I let go (save, ayy)
Gotta save my soul before I let go (let go)
I'm gon' take my shot, and I'ma score before I let you
Niggas mad because my niggas shooters, and they chefs too