Lyrical Breakdown of Heaven - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Heaven" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Twista weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Heaven" 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 Twista 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 Twista's narrative.
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We off in the club
With a bottle and a seven
She stepped off a cloud
Like her body came from heaven
She said, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
She said, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
She said, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
She said, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Really wanna kick it
Yeah got game like yours
I really wanna go outside
But mom got a gang of chores
Like a flat but my shit on fours
She don't really want me to go out
I got a bad bitch, not average
She could suck and fuck and she gon' throw out
I'm gonna hit it, not leave it like next
She catching feelings, ain't making no texts
Got a Rolex with plenty hoes on my shhh
M-O-N-E-Y, no conversation, shh, she be on my dick
We can laugh with each other
Cut shit like like half of the butter
Slippery when wet, how many seconds do it get?
When you fuck or something, you melting half of the butter
She set like a scholar, get up with me if you wanna holler
Shit so good wanna follow
Girl we can make a movie, do me, shh, if you really wanna holler
We off in the club
With a bottle and a seven
She stepped off a cloud
Like her body came from heaven
She said, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
She said, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
She said, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
She said, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
They know my name
Soon as the beat'll be coming out I spit flame
Later on we gon' be going out and just hang
V.I.P. feet'll be on the couch like Rick James
(Fuck yo couch)
Let em see the bottom of the Louis Vuitton
I done spent about eleven and I'm smoking on a seven
As soon as I look at lil mama booty I'm
Gon' be screaming oh lord as if she slid out of heaven
How she look and she got me acting like a reverend
Moving like I'm sly, I'm cold, I'm fly and bold
I could tell by the way that she walking that she a pro
The way she rise the pole, never outta control
Jess a full time student and I can
See that you gon' make the honor roll
You the bomb, but not from Lebanon like a leprechaun
I went over the rainbow into a pot of gold
Saw the way that you was coming through the sky
Like the rays of the sun come up
I wanted you and I was looking at the thighs
Like an angel the way you show up, hold up
Is it really reality or only a figment of my imagination?
Merely a fascination of my hallucination
Oh shawty be fucking with do or die nation
Twista
We off in the club
With a bottle and a seven
She stepped off a cloud
Like her body came from heaven
She said, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
She said, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
She said, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
She said, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Picture perfect, perfect picture
Fell in love with everything that I told her
Step back baby girl you know you fucking with a soldier
Coming from the middle of the map that nigga colder
Brushing off her shoulder, excellent winning
Coming from a pimp expert when I spit that work
Kiss on that then I make her squirt
In the back of the Lex smoking gas holla church
So many bottles in the club we could drink it all
We got the Phantom for these bitches we could fit em all
Hit em all then I pass em to my dog
No pause at all, I'm fresh, I ball
You know, Twista until we die amazing
Eyes super low like an Asian, just the gas we be blazing
She ain't gotta step up with a bottle in the club
Looking like she fell off a cloud