Lyrical Breakdown of Broken Whiskey Glass - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Post Malone weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Broken Whiskey Glass" 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 Post Malone 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 Post Malone's narrative.

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I done drank Codeine from a broken whiskey glass

I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass

Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back

So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass

And I won't go on, like a highway to hell

Going too damn fast, I spilled drink on my Chanel

And I woke up and my room's fuckin' trashed like a damn hotel

Where I go next, now, only time will tell

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh

I done spent some time chasin' women that don't give a shit

I done learned my lessons and I ain't never gon' forget

Started callin' this shit, started ballin' and shit, started flickin' that wrist

They ain't never listened now I'm makin' them hits so I'm fuckin' your bitch

No it ain't nothin' fickle for me to forget that you ever exist

Bet you remember my name when I pull up in that whip that doesn't exist

Spill lean on Supreme last Saturday

Let that shit splash, motherfucker talk saucey

Pass me the drugs, motherfucker let me shine

At the White House, call my homie Joe Biden, he flyin' out weed

Smokin' my dope, beggin' that that be the code

Man, don't be silly, that shit you rockin' is old

Like it's been years since you been to the store

Feel like Meek Milly but I ain't from Philly

I'm poppin' a wheelie, I show off my grillie

I do this for real-y and for my family

Some shade every night, man, it's all so family

The bitches they killin' me

Like, bitch are you kiddin' me?

Ballin', that shit Jason Kiddin' me

You can't get rid of me

Now you want my chain and my jeans but you no good at chemistry

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh