Lyrical Breakdown of PULL UP - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "PULL UP" 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 "PULL UP" 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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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hilt for the shocker
Out the hilt, out the hilt, hilt
Out the, off the hilt (Hilt)
Jumping out the hilt, they been jumping in
On my dick, thirty eight hoes on my dick
Is it natural? Wide? Is it thick?
Checks in my pocket and my kicks, kicks
Took the risk, Rose-gold Patek on my wrist
If I pull up, pull up, is it lit?
Beepin' by the gate
I've been beepin' by the gate, I've been
Damn, all these stars on my head
Okay, it's cool, keep this ice, keep me fresh
Chase hit the stu' with me, somethin' I can hear
You know I'm James in The Garden, I can't miss
Ooh-ooh, I been through it, let me vent
I sat back and watch 'em switch up from my side of the fence
Old niggas makin' rules, tryna box young Scotty in
Live and die just by two codes: love your haters; no new friends
Find a way to let it fade from me by the sip
Take it down 'til I feel it in my ribs
She come right through, then I send her to the crib
Then she know, now she know what it is, yeah
On my dick, thirty eight hoes on my dick
Is it natural? Wide? Is it thick?
Checks in my pocket and my kicks, kicks
Took the risk, Rose-gold Patek on my wrist
If I pull up, pull up, is it lit?
Beepin' by the gate
I've been beepin' by the gate, I've been