Lyrical Breakdown of Watch ft. Lil Uzi Vert, Kanye West - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Watch ft. Lil Uzi Vert, Kanye West" 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 "Watch ft. Lil Uzi Vert, Kanye West" 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.
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Because it's the last ride ever gonna,
that I'm ever gonna take at Astroworld
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
Not with all the talkin', turned it to a closed case
Look, bullets got duller, and it's vanilla
All white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The Rolls goin' better, hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed the setting
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin' that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
On the south side of town gettin' me a bald fade (yeah)
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it's lit)
No can't trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
That can never go (straight up)
Angel in the snow (what?)
Always leave me cold (iced)
Leave it on the floor (what?)
But she's slidin' from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on speed
You and ivory is all I need (skrrt)
All agree, we gon' skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
It's stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin' I might start my summer leave
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Yeah, man's on the front line 'cause man's on his deen
No small faces, it's just an AP beamin'
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie
You should gon' hide it, man it's too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin' du-rags, ha
Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind full
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I'm on my Bezos
Opioid addiction, pharmacy's the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
One year it's Illuminati, next year it's the Sunken Place
They don't want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don't understand the juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
Never trust a bartender that don't drink, bitch
We got bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby