Lyrical Breakdown of Knock Knock - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Knock Knock" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Mac Miller weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Knock Knock" 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 Mac Miller 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 Mac Miller's narrative.
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This is gonna feel real good, alright?
Most Dope
Everybody please put your thumb in the air
1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
I feel like a million bucks
But my money don't really feel like I do
And from the ground I built my own damn buzz
People was amazed I was still in high school
But now I'm out, and money what I'm bout
Trying to get so much that I can't keep count
New kicks give me cushion like whoopie
Keep a smile like an Eat'n Park cookie
Everything good, I'm white boy awesome
Up all night - Johnny Carson
I ain't gotta Benz, no just a Honda
But try to get my money like an Anaconda
Real, real long cross the country
Smoke joints in the whip, no cop can bust me
Drive into the stage, they applaud and scream
All the pretty little girls come flock with me, yeah I rock the beat
1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
And I like my rhymes witty, all my dimes pretty
If you got weed you can come fly with me
I don't take pity on them silly little hoes
Milly Vanilly but this is really how it goes
Mouth my words, don't say shit (shh)
Shut up bitch and ride this dick
I'm just playing, let's have a ball
All we need is some weed, hoes and alcohol
Don't forget it when I'm wrecking the etiquette for the hell of it
Smelling it when the L is lit and I'm flyer than a pelican
Young fresh but I'm so damn intelligent
Girls giving brains cause I'm acting like a gentleman
In deeper than the water Michael Phelps was in
Finna have a party baby, you can tell your friends
We the type, looking right, still setting trends
Fuck a job, I'mma get these dead presidents
1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
Not a day, goes by
When I ain't gettin' high
They wonder why
Don't I
Go get myself a job
So I can make, them bucks
But I don't give a fuck
No I feel great
Bitch I feel great
1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)