Lyrical Breakdown of TOO DAMN HIGH - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "TOO DAMN HIGH" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Yachty weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "TOO DAMN HIGH" 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 Yachty employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Too damn high, yeah, I'm such a fly guy
Said it's nothin' that I live up on the in-between lives
I decided, man, it's such a right time
Takin' to Heaven, you say you've never seen, you can't believe it
Alright, and I can't be baited, yeah, I'm jaded, alright
Girlies try to get that dick, but see, I'm just too picky, though
Said just pick him up later, she don't want me but don't think she a hoe
Pickin' them novels later, I'm ballin' in any amount
See me, I'm goin', I'm saucin' the flavor
The money come in, I can't count, see him on time with no boats that are hatin'
Talk to me, talk to me, signin' out, Heaven know, found him a play
Flappin' the jips, and it's just for clout, I'm too bust, I ain't worried, my babe
Too damn high, I am
Too damn high, I am (yeah, yeah)
Too damn high, I am
Too damn high, I am (yeah, yeah)
Too damn high, I am (yeah, yeah)
Too damn high, I am (yeah, yeah)
Too damn high, I am (yeah, yeah)
Too damn high, I am (yeah-yeah)
Fetti, fuck he sayin', fuck he talkin' 'bout?
Give me fetti, on the X, I'm on that drink
Gettin' steady, can't feel my face, no
They be tastin', ain't shit basic, soldiers in my playlist (that's a fact)
Open that mosh up (uh-uh), open that mosh up (uh)
Give me mouth, don't talk back to me, I don't do gossip (mm-mm)
Heard that nigga want some smoke, need to boss up (is it smokey?)
Heard he heard I fucked his BM, that's why he off us (mm-mm)
Back up off me (mm-mm), back up off me (mm-mm)
Took too many losses in the spot, bitch, back up off me (get the fuck back)
Fuck what that pussy nigga sayin', my neck a faucet (mm-mm)
My bitch a faucet (mm-mm), back up off me (it's us)
Too damn high, I am
Too damn high, I am (yeah, yeah)
Too damn high, I am
Too damn high, I am (yeah, yeah)
Too damn high, I am (yeah, yeah)
Too damn high, I am (yeah, yeah)
Too damn high, I am (yeah, yeah)
Too damn high, I am