Lyrical Breakdown of Saint - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Saint" 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 "Saint" 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
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (aw, it's lit)
You can't see that on the road, I blank
Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (aw, it's lit)
You can't see that on the road, I blank
(Huncho)
What I bought (what you buy?)
I'm just lookin' at this mansion I bought (straight cash)
It just came with 15 rooms and a vault (15)
Ocean in the back, top floor a loft (woo), ayy
We gonna slide today (we gonna slide, slide, slide)
She drowning, swim in the Ace
Mob ties, no lace, putting young niggas in place (mob ties)
Remember back then I finessed on my face (finesse)
JanSport book bag and a throwaway (gone)
Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (aw, it's lit)
You can't see that on the road, I blank
Nah, lit ain't lit for me, yeah, yeah
A four in Brisk, that's my cup of tea, yeah
Look behind the blinds, nobody can see, yeah
Collect the platinum hits like they jewelry, yeah
I might charge you 50 thousand for the sauce (sauce and drip)
Ace Ventura, Marino, I play with dolphins (dolphins, splash)
Count up the deads, no coffin (coffins, deads)
Pullin' out that fire, out that arson
A lot of jelly on this PJ, made it say 4K (yah)
You niggas 'round runnin' down my juice, I ran it back, OJ (it's lit)
Rubber bands make 'em twerk, diamonds make 'em twerk (pop it, pop it)
Out in LIV every Sunday like you goin' to church
Fuck wrong with these niggas? (Ooh)
Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah!)
Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (thank, alright!)
Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (aw, it's lit!)
You can't see that on the road, I blank