Lyrical Breakdown of Cliché - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cliché" 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 "Cliché" 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.
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Mama told me, "Life's not fair"
So cliche advice right there
The time we wasted, time we lost
So, we don't even try (oh)
Mama told me, "Life's not fair"
So cliche advice right there
The time we wasted, time we lost
So, we don't even try
What if love is nothing more than a fairytale?
I care and all, but I'm fearing this here a carousel to me
I'm here and gone to you, hear my songs playing
We get on and off like we horizontally horse-playing
You need somebody with some patience, shawty, yeah
I need somebody that hate to party, uh
You need somebody that's less busy
I need a woman that's praying for me, but hesitate to call me
I'm hot, cold, the doctor calling that bipolar
Ha, that's undersold, she rock with me, she got five boyfriends
I can't explain, my brain think in multiple colors
Though all of 'em dull when anxiety rival my depression
Mama told me, "Life's not fair"
All these girls ain't right right here
When it's dark, I need some time alone
So she won't see me cry or lie
Mama told me, "Life's not fair"
So cliche advice right there (right there)
The time we wasted, time we lost
So, we don't even try (oh)
Mama told me, "Life's not fair"
So cliche advice right there (right there)
The time we wasted, time we lost
So, we don't even try (yeah, yeah, ah)
Steep is the climb, you won't even leave me a line, uh
Greedy is pride, you gon' eat me alive, uh
Sweeter the pie, the more sprinkled with lies, uh
By any means, you give me means to survive
We got shit that we should speak about
'Bout how you started fucking...
Yeah, we gon' bleep it out
I sit and think about just how the right path could be the wrong direction
But falling back is progress, it's all about perspective
I'm saying though, I am too selfish to leave you all that I got, uh
That shit harder than mending shit with my pops, uh
That shit harder than women giving out props
And niggas hitting the cops who bought the cap that you copped
'Cause you way different when you're solo
You seem happy in your photos, yeah, uh
I'm way different 'round my bro-bros
I guess it's places we just won't go, won't go, even I...
Mama told me, "Life's not fair"(not fair)
So cliche advice right there (right there)
The time we wasted, time we lost
So, we don't even try (oh)
Mama told me, "Life's not fair" (not fair)
So cliche advice right there (right there)
The time we wasted, time we lost
So we don't even try (don't even try)
Oh-oh-yeah, don't even try
'Cause your mom did a number on you, babe
I don't know if I can ease it, yeah
Your mama did a number on you, baby
I know you're tired of this, hey, yeah
Oh, oh, you're tired
I love you, baby