Lyrical Breakdown of It's Too Late - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "It's Too Late" 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 "It's Too Late" 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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I, just know what I know I say homies over dough I say hoes under both And I live by the code I say stay away from hoe shit Yeah then, stick to your own I fuck with the people Never been a thirsty neighbor I could show you how a G look I don't run my mouth I mean, better run my town now What the fuck is y'all about? Fuck with me, fuck with me All my day one niggas stuck with me Tell my main bitch, never go too far New song make a new broad fuck with me Work hard nigga, sleep comfortably Go hard nigga, eat comfortably Do what you like but keep this dissin mine Cheap talk will get your head bust for free I could wave a price Don't recommend the famous life You know the hoes in the condo and the ladies like it And she don't even know 'bout your baby's life I'm crazy made, I'm crazy nice Sleep the day, live some amazing nights Amazing grace, nigga how sweet the sound Reefer loud enough to shake the sky And I been a nigga where I come from Dew baby in the cut tryna hold tight Two strikes, shooting dice when he roll up Get it, I got 100 niggas, they need me to win 20 something niggas that need a Benz How many niggas your niggas is really friends? It's too late, it's too late I'm smoking buff up too late I'm married to the game, ain't too fake Cheating with the money and the fame It's too late, it's too late When I get on, whole crew straight When I get on, whole crew straight And I pray to God I ain't too late I, just know what I know I say homies over dough I say hoes under both And I live by the code I say stay away from hoes Yeah then, stick to your zone I fuck with the people Never been a thirsty neighbour I could show you how a G look I don't run my mouth I'm young but I run my town now What the fuck is y'all about? It's too late, it's too late It's too late, it's too late It's too late, it's too late I, just know what I know I say homies over dough I say hoes under both And I live by the code I say stay away from hoes Yeah then, stick to your own I fuck with the people Never been a thirsty neighbour I could show you how a G look I don't run my mouth I mean, better run my town now What the fuck is y'all about?