Lyrical Breakdown of BLUE YELLOW GREEN PINK WHITE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "BLUE YELLOW GREEN PINK WHITE" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Wale weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "BLUE YELLOW GREEN PINK WHITE" 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 Wale 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 Wale's narrative.
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Look
Yeah
Blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain't 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four at the same time
Grippin' on the back road, I be gettin' distant
I be gettin' hot, cold, still be gettin' bitches
Look at my ambition, through all my transgression
Tomato or tomato, man, I'm still playin' (turn it up)
Yeah, catchin' a story, not a special
Used to pop a yellow bus and I was on the metro
Flexin', if you know, you know, you know the reference
When you get to floatin' you don't know what is impressive
My homies still struggle, my other homie lovin'
And one of them a product of a mother who a junkie
The other one makin' seven figures, doin' nothin
He gon' pull up on me, say turn it up
Look, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain't 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four at the same time
I be sayin' anything, don't be thinkin' twice
I prolly traumatize every woman in my life
I used to fantasize on some women that I met
But I don't stick around when they easy to forget
The people so stressed, I'm geekin' off two
My skin is all black, I think I need a blue
My bitches won't see me like she see me on tour
I said, it's OnlyFans, that's where she even the score
Oh, man, fuck it
We both know she bad, we both know I ain't cuffin'
Ah, oh, fuck it
We both got it bad, we both addicted to somethin'
Some bitches about clout, some bitches about money
Some niggas get high where shit ain't about nothin'
Slip in the '54, I'm kickin' it, my summer
Then here come a pandemic, I'm jokin', I'm back, junkie
Numb and I feel nothin', livin' in my bubble
Quarantinin' with demons, I'm livin' with my struggle
Niggas is dyin' on me, the president lyin' to me
I got me a five on me, I'ma turn it up
Yeah, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
Never judge someone of a muhfuckin' vice
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four, then go online
A little Badu, a little bit of Jill
I told her it was sage, it was ganja, for real
The pharmacy was raided, they ain't got it for real
The block jumpin' for real, man, my lil' niggas (turn it up)
Boy, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain't 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four
Never mind, I'm out
It's everyday life in America, man, I just keep it honest
Turn it up, fade me out
Ah, fade me
Oh, this not the mothafuckin' percolator?