Lyrical Breakdown of Came Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Came Up" 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 "Came Up" 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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Bitch I came up and I don't know
I don't know where I go tomorrow
Bitch I came up and I don't know
I don't know what's gonna come tomorrow
Bitch I came up and I don't know
I don't know where I go tomorrow
Bitch I came up and I don't know
I don't know what's gonna come tomorrow
I don't even worry about tomorrow
It might be some money it might be a hoe
I don't where I'mma be tomorrow
Might be counting dough, in bed with your hoe
Ok her nose keep running and the money keep coming
I'mma keep balling hey, Rucker Park Spalding hey
Care free I've be leaving care free
So much kush in the air we can barely even breathe
I really worry about things I don't know
You say I'm living wrong you ain't wrong, money long
So think about it it ain't nothing I don't know
All the money that I saw I don't think I'm ever wrong
Bitch I came up and I don't know
I don't know where I go tomorrow
Bitch I came up and I don't know
I don't know what's gonna come tomorrow
Bitch I came up and I don't know
I don't know where I go tomorrow
Bitch I came up and I don't know
I don't know what's gonna come tomorrow
Don't bother, bitch don't bother
I just left the mall balling hard like Jordan
Out in Fairfax I was smoking Marlboro
Bitch we so high, bitch I'm high as Ayatollah
Bitch I'm three high, bitch I'm high as Ayatollah
She don't want that white coca I ain't talking soda
Bitch ask me do you love me I'm like what I told ya
As I woke up I was smoking on that strong again
That forty keep it funky, I keep it funky
Man I'm smoking on that potent, that's unimportant
I just wanted her to fuck me, need her to fuck me
And she just want all of my money all my fucking money
Bitch I came up and I don't know
I don't know where I go tomorrow
Bitch I came up and I don't know
I don't know what's gonna come tomorrow
Bitch I came up and I don't know
I don't know where I go tomorrow
Bitch I came up and I don't know
I don't know what's gonna come tomorrow