Lyrical Breakdown of SICKO MODE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Travis Scott weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "SICKO MODE" 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 Travis Scott 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 Travis Scott's narrative.

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Astro' Yeah Sun is down, freezing cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt That's just all he know he don't know nothing else I tried to show 'em, yeah I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Going on you with the pick and roll Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode (Woo) made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hop in our coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up gimme the loot (gimme the loot!) Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now it's 4:00 a.m. and I'm back up popping with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really selling fruits And they choking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak This shit way too formal, ya'll know I don't follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group Hit my eses, I need the bootch 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, "Hop in, you coming too" In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (don't stop, pop that pussy) Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh She said, "Where we going?" I said, "The moon" We ain't even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool Now I got her open, it's just the Goose Who put this shit together, I'm the glue Someone said Shorty FaceTime me out the blue Someone said Play-Play-Playing for keeps Someone said, motherf- Someone said Don't play us for weak Yeah! Astro Yeah, yeah Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Ayy, ayy She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy Slept through the flight, ayy Not for the night, ayy 767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block (down the block) Made a right (yeah), cut the lights (yeah) Pay the price (yeah) Niggas think it's sweet (nah, never), it's on sight (yeah) Nothing nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!) See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinning Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) No one seen him (yeah, yeah) I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!) I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land Had me out like a light (like a light) Like a light (like a light) Like a light (like a light) Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly He sending text ain't sendin' kites, yeah He said, "Keep that on lock" I say, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit) LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrr, skrr) We back on the road, they jumping off, no parachute, yeah Shorty in the back She said she working on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah 'Bout a check, yeah (check), just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah