Lyrical Breakdown of OVER - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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What? Yeah Like, I'm too lit, like, oh my God Damn, how the fuck we got to where we started? This love don't feel how it felt when we started (what?) This love don't feel how it felt when we started (what?) Got me thinkin' so deep, I'm in my conscious Got me doin' these drugs they help me balance (shawty, I'm geeked, yeah) I ain't tryna blame you but this shit a challenge (oh, what? What?) I live my life like a kid with allowance My life so fast, I need me a down bitch (fast, hold on) Anarchy tatted under my armpit Don't make me start a fuckin' riot Sometimes this shit get so excitin' (what? What?) We ridin' 'round, we startin' riots We rob the bank 'cause we want profit (damn) We took our shit and kept it silent (what? What? What?) We took that route 'cause we about it (yeah) Say you catchin' them bodies I highly doubt it (catchin' no bodies, yeah) My boys shot at them niggas and he rollin' off molly (catchin' them bodies, yeah) We fucked up the kickbacks Fucked up they parties (fucked up they parties, yeah) I jump off the rope I feel like Jeff Hardy (feel like Jeff Hardy) Got tats on my sleeve like Ed Hardy (yeah, Ed Hardy) I was smokin' that weed just like a Marley (just like a Marley, yeah) One shot and he bleed, please don't bother me (baow, baow, boom) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, yeah, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah How the fuck we got to where we started? Huh? This love don't feel the same like when we started (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Should've known this shit was not real when it started (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, everybody fake, this shit retarded (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My back to the wall (what? What?) My back to the wall (what? What?) Can't fuck with these dirty lil' hoes These bitches be hurtin' me up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Can't put my trust in no hoe Hell nah lil' bro (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I pass that bitch to my boy Like "Here, lil' bro" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I took the Phantom outside It ride like a boat (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And I took off with them M's and I stuck to the code (what? What?) Damn, ooh, yeah I'm too lit, oh, yeah