Lyrical Breakdown of What's My Age Again? / A Milli - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What's My Age Again? / A Milli" 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 "What's My Age Again? / A Milli" 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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A Millionaire I'm a Young Money Millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease Like a menstrual bleed Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind 'Cause I don't write shit 'cause I ain't got time 'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper And that's about the time she walked away from me Nobody likes you when you're twenty three And are still more amused by TV shows What the hell is A.D.D.? My friends say I should act my age What's my age again, what's my age again? A million here a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair with coconut derrière Like smokin' the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini I'm hopin' them bitches see me like look at dat bastard Weezy And that's about the time that bitch hung up on me Nobody likes you when you're twenty three And are still more amused by prank phone calls What the hell is call ID? My friends say I should act my age What's my age again, what's my age again? (Damn) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Motherfucker I'm ill) Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah I'm I'm a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli And that's about the time she walked away from me Nobody likes you when you're twenty three And you still act like you're in freshman year What the hell is wrong with me? My friends say I should act my age What's my age again? That's about the time that she broke up with me No one should take themselves so seriously With many years ahead to fall in line Why would you wish that on me? I never want to act my age What's my age again, what's my age again? (Motherfucker I'm ill) (Motherfucker I'm ill) (Motherfucker I'm ill) What's my age again?