Lyrical Breakdown of The Grown Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Grown Up" 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 "The Grown Up" 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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They say love is the slowest form of suicide
The fluid on my eye falling while I do the rhyme
I try to be the guy, you think about
Every night when your eyelids cover eyes
Cause I'm going "I'm" rather than on "us"
Maybe I'm on lust well you deserve love
Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair
It's been a half a year, I say we take it there
'M trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid
It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear
Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura
A not to be a freak girl, you deserve oral
And you deserve the Earth and the materials on it
Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor
He all from the heart of the person that's talking
I pray that that's me, but I gotta be honest
I gotta be a man, before I can become a father
I gotta tell you that my love is true
I know I still got a lot of growing up to do
You say my love was going worth from a upper
Blood band rushing, I'm thinking 'bout loving
Highest form of affection, physical connection
You should see a nigga with an erection
And I don't blame you, cause game get's swang like it ain't shit
So for me to save it, is then you take it