Lyrical Breakdown of Decisions - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Decisions" 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 "Decisions" 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.
• 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 Wiz Khalifa's narrative.

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I hear all the time About it all Why they talk? Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want All that cake Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want Uh New bitch Every week She take it all Boning! Hair long, tatted on her back I get her a first class flight to where my show is Smoke weed, don't smoke weed Catch contact, get drunk Let me hit once, bitch come back Balling, can't even control it Don't have to text, don't even call it My name is on it I fuck her good & make that Uber call 6 in the morning I told her I don't need no pills, these Js I'm rolling Feeling my car, feeling my chain Her ass lookin soft, I'm feeling that thing Ride with a nigga & I'll put you up all in some game Why would you fuck with another nigga that's somethin you should say Came at the same time i mean both ways, We ain't even hardly know each other names By now im on my 6th ring or somethin, by now im on my 200 thousand 10th plane or somethin, by now you can say im livin like Rick James or somethin, Insane, cause it spit flames when I switch lanes im stuntin Big bank, no lose change, I do things Champagne me, L.A. me Supper Club throwing dough, no ray me Fifty deep in VIP, T.G.O.D Your bitch remind me of this ink, she all on me I'm gone, I'm rocking KK cologne I think these bitches tryna fuck me so im takin 'em home Take what I do inside the day & put it straight in a song I get a nug up out a pound & put it straight in the bong Imma stay real, Imma stay high Imma stay ready, Imma stay Count til my thumbs hurt, smoke til my lungs hurt What another man say, I know my own worth Handle business With my real nigga's, like a real nigga And it's real business All business, no hard feelings All my dogs got they all in it Hard to get along with us Call a kush Jean-Claude, goddam it kick strong Rollie on my arm, fake niggas y'all really don't appear to a real nigga 808 I hear all the time About it all Why they talk? Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want All that cake Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want