Lyrical Breakdown of Retrosuperfuture Ft Wiz Khalifa - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Retrosuperfuture Ft Wiz Khalifa" 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 "Retrosuperfuture Ft Wiz Khalifa" 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.
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The minute I wake up I gotta get high The homies we found us a way to get by Lets call us some bitches and have a good time A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by I'mma slide by sipping on that high life And my slippers jack triple where my five light As a all-star I made so many highlights Touchdown field goal this my night She the wild type ready for the wild night Are you the bi type hanging at the bar type I hope you are cause that mean a player all right Smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white Tryna to land a plane baby are you really game Back to the future me and Wiz got this thing saying I stay high while ya'll stay low Tryna tell me bout the smell I know My eyes stay red from all that smoke The weeds with me everywhere I go And ya'll can't roll And ya'll can't roll And ya'll can't roll I got yo girl digging all in my ash tray Dicking her down for the few past days She asked the name of my sneakers, are they designer Shawty green as the reefer even the grinder Fucking like its a porn in my recliner Looking straight in the eyes, they show vagina She's a liar but damn she does it well We on fire imagine what it'll sell All my homies are people that I admire Small clique of real niggas smoking that fire Holding my dick until the day that I expire We and Wiz in the Benz getting higher I stay high while ya'll stay low Tryna tell me bout the smell I know My eyes stay red from all that smoke The weeds with me everywhere I go And ya'll can't roll And ya'll can't roll And ya'll can't roll I'm in the right pair of Nike Airs From gravel to marble I travel light years I'm like chyea I'mma chill right chea Like the Mack 11 on me nigga no fear Skateboard aboard to PanAmerica I make more abroad than in America Waiting for the day Bob rose from the dead In HD as I take an ounce to the head I stay high while ya'll stay low Tryna tell me bout the smell I know My eyes stay red from all that smoke The weeds with me everywhere I go And ya'll can't roll And ya'll can't roll And ya'll can't roll