Lyrical Breakdown of Wasted - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wasted" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Wasted" 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 Wayne 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 Wayne's narrative.

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Uh, rock star lifestyle might not make it President got 'em in the White House naked Looked at the clock and it said right now Get a pound break it down, blow it like a trial Panetela Dutchy, wine in my tall glass Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back Bugatti Matte black, where they do that at? South beach Miami hoe, I'm probably with Tammy To My life is a video and the women want they cameo I just want them pantyhose and I'm higher than Geronimo And I got them tools, tell them boys to get mechanical Now pop that pussy like a four-four I turn her round and bend her over like a low blow It's Young Money baby, we the fucking greatest We did put them other niggas on a hiatus Beat ya bitch with a pump if she denied data Cause I'll serve anyone like a blind waiter I'll make my girl cum first then I'll arrive later I shake you pussy's up, I'm her vibrator haha Keep getting money like hell yeah This shits so good, it don't even smell bad And you can tell Dad, that I'm motherfucker You niggas best not slip, ice road truckers Lightpole barrel, chopper stupid long New Orleans nigga, I get Super Dome Loyal to the game, the game been good to me Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me We on nigga, let-let them hoes know Young Money lay them down like old folks You coming with it, we coming for it Plenty to go around, now watch the money orbit Real shit people, now just absorb it I try to pay attention but y'all mad boring And I got so much swag, I need an ad for it And I don't like to brag so my bitches brag for me Oh she a good girl, I got her transforming She give me hot head, I call it global warming If we don't do it dog, let's do it now I am more animal then the zoo allow Put me in the wild, I'll be there for a while You niggas little league, call them Curacao Energizer money, it keep going I'm laid up, I'm free throwing Who rebounding, who gives a shit? Fuck that, I got 27 years of this Hit or miss, I hit your misses You are local news, I'm 60 minutes I-I hit the target, I hit the witness I work out in my office, guess I'm fit for business Too many visions, completed missions Still ice in our crosses, keep it Christian We consistent, the streets commend it Weezy F Baby, the F is for Forensics From start to finish, Usain Wayne Okay you doing your thing, well things change You plain Jane, I'm diverse I save the world second and I get high first I'm a mind freak, check my time sheet Bitch I bring the noise, where the lions sleep Your flow never wet, like Grandma pussy I'm always good, like Grandma cookies Yeah, call me the spleen or the spine fixer It's going down like the Catalina wine mixer She going down like the hands on my time ticker I'm always strapped, Vietnam nigga We are fine nigga, like Amber Rose We ball nigga, like Jalen Rose Better tell them hoes, I got a million flows Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes Young Money baby And the building grows, as we look up Where did the ceilings go? Haha No Ceilings!