Lyrical Breakdown of Cooped Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cooped 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 "Cooped 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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I'm about to pull up Hit switch, pull curtain And I've been waitin' so long Now I gotta re-surface And yeah we 'bout to toast up All that bread that we burnin' 'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up I've been fuckin' cooped up Yeah, I'm off the Bud Light not the bourbon I might chop the roof off the Suburban Tried to Bia Nice Guy, John Terzian 'Til I started throwin' up in your Birkin Then I woke up in the mornin' Police showed up at my door with a warrant I remember flushin' somethin' down the toilet Guess you gotta let me off with a warning, Return of Mack Feelin' like an Outkast I'm the only guy in slacks, that'll cost ya three stacks Now you savin' that check Why you takin' my swag? Can you give me that back? Gucci my Prada, Miyake Louis, Bottega, and Tommy All of these things on my body Let's party I'm about to pull up Hit switch, pull curtain (hit switch, pull curtains) And I've been waitin' so long Now I gotta re-surface And yeah we 'bout to toast up All that bread that we burnin' 'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up I've been fuckin' cooped up Shit, gotta pull up, pull up, I'ma pull up, I pull up Got black minx all on the rug Got hella hoes popping drugs In every hood, they show us love Partner in crime with me while we whipping in the spaceship Got it out the pavement, now we getting payment Everybody around me getting money, it's too contagious Kept it solid now we real rich to they amazement I pulled up the black Badge 'cause it was cleaner I 'member I was just posted up with the demons And Posty took me on my first damn tour date He had me rocking every night, sold out arenas A project nigga, I never thought I would see shit Or try to tell you, you probably wouldn't believe us I'm about to pull up Hit switch, pull curtain And I've been waitin' so long Now I gotta re-surface And yeah we 'bout to toast up All that bread that we burnin' 'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up I've been fuckin' cooped up 'Til the daylight come, 'til the daylight come I got saké in my tummy, cigarette in my lungs It's 11 in the mornin', and we still ain't done And I'm still that bitch, so what? Yeah, we 'bout to toast up All that bread that we burnin' 'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up I've been fuckin' cooped up