Lyrical Breakdown of Smoke - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Smoke" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Soulja Boy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Smoke" 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 Soulja Boy 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 Soulja Boy's narrative.
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I be so gone
Chillin' in the clubs
What you don't know won't hurt you
And I be gone, I be gone
Wake up in the morning and I'm twisting blunts
Everyday I'm getting money this is not a stunt
I'm SOD money ganging till the day I go
Got money all up in my clothes
Got money all up on the floor
Big bang rose ye big bang rose, Louie this and Gucci that
Artifacts, lots of tests
Lots of money and alot of stacks
They check me out we done through that
They cash you out we went through that
Stay with the stacks and stay with the cash
Got them plex same rolplex
Rolling up with that magazine with my face up on the cover
Bitches on my dick man I get 'em like no other
Swag got the space, swag ye I made that
But shout out to Lil B that's my nigga we gon' swag
Pull up drop my tank, pull up I got bands
You already know what's up with me SOD to the end
Came up out the base world, smoking with a base girl
Riding through the city and I'm feeling out of space girl
Take you to another world I take you to another planet
We get so high up in this bitch that you can't stand up
We get so high up in this bitch that you can't stand up
And she just wanna smoke and fuck
And she just wanna smoke and fuck
So nigga I just roll it up
So nigga I just roll it up
So nigga I just roll it
She just wanna smoke and fuck
She just wanna smoke and fuck
So you know I roll it up
So you know I roll it up
I be cashed out walking out the mall
With a whole lot of Versace and Barberi, Chanel, Ermez, Bill
Whatever is whatever
I'm getting money I make it rain and change the weather
I'm out of space on a space ship we cross a million
If you can buy it try it, I'm 'bout to start a riot
Gold on my bracelet and gold in my rings
I put gold and diamonds on every chain