Lyrical Breakdown of BoB ft Wiz Khalifa - High As Hell - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "BoB ft Wiz Khalifa - High As Hell" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Wiz Khalifa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "BoB ft Wiz Khalifa - High As Hell" 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 Wiz Khalifa employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I woke up in the morning high as hell Still faded, but nigga can't you tell Can't you tell, nigga can't you tell I woke up in the morning high as hell Can't you tell, nigga can't you tell I woke up in the morning high as hell I woke up this morning so high I probably never get low R. Kelly, I think I can fly But this is as high as it go I can't recall being sober Cause that was a trillion hours ago You say you want to get higher than me Well you got a billion miles to go Nigga this stone age, roll up and put it in rotation My dro potent and make show faces Till I'm po' baby like an old lady So faded like some old navy in an old basement With my OG that's fresh off of probation I bang, bang, you be ho saving Ran in yo ho like home invasion When I hit up my dealer I'm so impatient I be hightailing and ain't no debating I know the answer to the whole equation Always baking like a local bakery We pass it around like a roller skating rink I go to the club, it stay open late for me Just rolled up a blunt and it's motivating me Woke up in the morning, grab some weed, a joint and rolled it Put some cheese eggs on my stomach, I don't need it bitch I want it Crib in California, got a villa in the trump I put some converse on my feet and told my bitch, "let's get this money" One joint, fourteen grams, that's a half Blow torch on the nail, that's a dab Space cakes, Hemp2O, I'm getting blow Budder in a G-Pen, man I'm stoned One hit of this wax, got him high, he don't wanna say it Try to call my phone, but I'm gone, me and Bobby Ray I'm smoking Kush today, tomorrow, I'm a straight shatter Hardcore budder, lookin' like some cake batter It make me think better, fucking up you're dead wrong Rasta told me "fat rips make the dread long" I took a dab, past out fly as hell High, in the sky, Superman Am I high, yes I am I done lost my mind In the sky, ceiling fan Purple haze, Afghanistan I done lost my mind