Lyrical Breakdown of Super High - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Super High" 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 Rick Ross 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 Rick Ross's narrative.

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From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too

Purple Rain over Central Park, chillin' with my goons

Big Pops and Sades, Cirocs and Chardonnay

My Cassie's sassy, so my penthouse my balloon

We doin' it big, it's goin' down, 9/11

I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911

I been tryna fuck for months, baby girl, it's now or never

Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather

We shinin' when it's pitch dark

Yeah, this bitch a movie but this time I play a big part

Fuck the marketing, look at what I'm accomplishin'

I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton

All these cars, all these stars all around me

(Super high)

Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me

(Ooh, ooh, ooh)

'Cause we are, we are super high

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

(Bring your sexy ass here, baby)

I wanna buy my bitch every bag

And she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back

I wanna take my bitch around the globe

Hawaii, hand glidin' in the mountains, shittin' on these ho's

Rare bottoms by the barrel

Pop the Giuseppe tags like it's American Apparel

20, 000 up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me

Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army

Andele, andele, baby move fast

She drop it down and bring it back, I like that

I wanna buy my bitch every bag

So she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back

All these cars, all these stars all around me

(Super high)

Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me

(Ooh, ooh, ooh)

'Cause we are, we are super high

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book

Only fly bitches ride with the boss, take a look

I'm super fly, I'm super high

You gettin' yours? I'm gettin' mine

Women of a caliber

Only seen in magazines and calendars

And I'm sitting with Miss October

'Cause my birthday's in October

Strawberry and her rosé on

I can see it in her eye and she wink and she toast me

And later on we gonna mosey

To a place less populated and get dirty

If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book

Only fly bitches ride with the boss, take a look

Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me

(Ooh, ooh, ooh)

'Cause we are, we are super high

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book

Only fly bitches ride with the boss, take a look

I'm super fly, I'm super high

You gettin' yours? I'm gettin' mine

What the hell are they yellin'?

(Super high)

What the hell are they yellin'?

(Super high)