Lyrical Breakdown of Momma Be Trippin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Momma Be Trippin" 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 "Momma Be Trippin" 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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Man, man, man, momma be trippin'
See Tony got the Jeep and
I'm ready to whip it
Chase packin' the techniques
And we rockin' the Key Club
Roll up the dub, club showin' us love
You know nobody givin' a fuck
Can't fit in the truck
All my homies is here
So tell me who rollin' with us
From Chicago to Houston, to NY, yeah
We do this we bumpin' the music
So get drunk and get stupid
You know nobody givin' a fuck 'bout
(Last night)
Now now now throw your hands in the sky
If you too fuckin' high to remember
(Last night) you only live one time so
We gonna party tonight like (Last night)
Now now now throw your middle fingers up
If you don't give a fuck about (Last night)
If you don't give a fuck about
(If you don't give a fuck about)
Two twins and they naughty
They both ridin' shotty
It's a Friday and you know we ready to party
We hit the college in
Malibu where it's hotties
They givin' us knowledge and while
I'm drivin' they daddy's 'Raris
In the dark with no worries
We ain't in a hurry
I might just swerve and hit the curb (Skrrt)
We all too drunk to be scared (Skrrt)
Outta here, higher then the atmosphere
Yeah they ballin', but no Spalding
Make a killin', but no coffin
And when we make it
We gonna puke all over Vegas
And we were under the influence
When we made this
So you gonna tell your DJ, "DJ, DJ
Play this" (Last night)
It's the vendetta
No tarot cards, could tell me we trendsetters
Everybody out tonight
It couldn't have been better
Ain't nobody fight tonight except
For the bartenders
We threw up our mom's dinner
So tell what you tryin' to do?
Me and my homies got the loot
So we tryin' to boot
Her and her breast full off the booze
It's a party for two
Hotel room numbers and late
Night food runners
Summary of the whole summer
But can't seem to remember
From the fall of September
Most of we can't remember
From the Spring to the Winter
Couldn't tell you my dinner
Wish I could tell you what I
Did back in my past life
So how the hell you think I
Could tell you 'bout last night?
(Last night)
Now now now throw your hands in the sky
If you too fuckin' high to remember
(Last night) you only live one time so
We gonna party tonight like (Last night)
Now now now throw your middle fingers up
If you don't give a fuck about (Last night)
If you don't give a fuck about
(If you don't give a fuck about)
Now now now throw your hands in the sky
If you too fuckin' high to remember
(Last night) you only live one time so
We gonna party tonight like (Last night)
Now now now throw your middle fingers up
If you don't give a fuck about (Last night)
If you don't give a fuck about
(If you don't give a fuck about)