Lyrical Breakdown of WALK - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "WALK" 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 "WALK" 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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Made a lot of paper, I might just spin up on your payday Pull up on your partner, yeah, we put some on his forehead I just laid a nigga down, we sprayed his house, his door red All red flag, red flag, nigga, code red You pull up with that Hi-Point, we leave it on your forehead That 7.62 gon' leave your motherfuckin' door red Shut the door, baby, throw that chopper, yeah, throw it (brrat) Homixide Gang, we smoke the big blunts, we blow it (brrat, brrat, brrat) I might fuck a pop bitch and pass her to the brodie (brodie) I been on 'em drugs all night, lean got me bloated (bloated) I just poppеd an E pill, yeah, just to keep me goin' (goin') Money on top of bitchеs, yeah, money on top of money (on top of, hold up) Money on top of bitches, yeah, money on top of money (on top of, hold up) I just poured the ice cup out and poured some mud in (pour out, pour) I just fucked a thot bitch and passed her to my buddy (to my buddy) I been rollin' on ecstasy, I feel it in the morning (uh) Niggas can't even talk to me, my young niggas extorted ('torted) Molly, sex and ecstasy, I turned up just like Lohan (Hahahaha) See, this gon' feel like the end of the world to a lot of you fuck-niggas To my day ones, it's a new beginning You know what that shit mean, right? Red again The five Out