Lyrical Breakdown of Miss Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Miss Me" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Meek Mill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Miss Me" 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 Meek Mill 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 Meek Mill's narrative.
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Aye, Aye
I said tell me what's really going on
Philly back up in this bitch I'm ready
I'm in my bag
Sound like I turned and hit them bitches fast
I wake up early in the morning
And go get the cash
Everyday my birthday, I be getting cake bitch
Niggas talk about me when they
See me never say shit
Shout to that nigga Puffy cause
That Loco got me wasted
Standing on the top just blacking
Out like I'm a racist
Tip be gotta nigga on some
Fuck a mixtape shit
Diddy gotta a nigga on some
Drink Ciroc straight shit
We at King and Diamonds throwing
Money by the case bitch
I just came back from jail
And I'm balling Lebron James shit
Same shit no different day
Swagger blow ya bitch away
I been getting money like my block
Doing a brick a day
I know niggas dead broke
But they just a lick away
From running in your crib, snatching yours
And being rich today
Hey, hockey team on my wrist bitch
Tell that ho to grab my dick
And treat it like a lipstick
Stunt so fucking hard I make my
Hater have a hiss fit
Nigga you don't feel me you gone
Smell me like a incense
I been sick, swine flu
Matter fact no chicken pox
Wonder how he feel I'm fucking
Every single bitch he got
I was at the bottom and I
Crept up on the tippy top
Shining on these niggas like the diamonds
In my wrist and watch
I love Nicki Minaj, I swear, y'all
I admit it i hope one day I can fuck her
Just to say I fucking hit it
And girl I'm fucking serious I lick
It 'fore I stick it
If you ever hear this verse I'm on
Your top just like a fitted
Uh, and Philly want that back
You won't even have a show you
Be in Philly coming back
I make sure I save you verses
And put you on every track
I swear to god girl I ain't lying
I would kill it from the back
Because I'm gone, yeah I know I"m drawling
If I can can get her now
Then I just wait 'til I get on
I don't want you to kiss me
I just wanted to bone
I don't want you to kiss me
I just wanted to bone
And you know I will take you down though
All the way to the ground though
If you wanted to keep your bitch you
Better not bring her 'round though
If I tell her to hit me
Then you know that she gone
She be screaming she miss me
Instead of calling my phone
Oh shit, mother fucker god damn
Mah is you fuckin' or not, like Cam
I'm out Miami in the RA going ham
P my passenger stunting in the lamb'
My nigga in the lamb' too
Up and down on Collins
Bending corners like we bamboo
Stunting on my old hoes they see
Me be like damn boo
Call me Jackie Turner all these hoes
That I done ran through
I'm gone, I tell them bitches that I'm gone