Lyrical Breakdown of Hopes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hopes" 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 "Hopes" 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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Long money, hopes and dreams
Always be around them niggas wit' paper but got your own money
This yo world, buy this drink for you girl
You said tell the DJ play this song for me
Here's my number case you ever need company
Better weed tons of drink, love the way I dress, let her rub my ink
Hell yeah, I'm fly; that's why they all beneath, me
That money fall and she make dough
I'm giving her all she can take though
And you know we ball but this ain't no game, no
I'm spending it all cause that's what we came for
Yeah that's what we came for
Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets
(low), low (low), low (low) low (yeah)
Foot on the gas when I see you, yeah, 'cause she ready to
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go (go)
Look, look
Dickies shorts and Rolex watches
I'm smoking while she dancin' topless
I think lil' mama think she down
Told me that she strips, so she could pay her way through college
Bricks of money like I robbed a bank
At my table wrapped in plastic with a gang of drank
Fuck what you think
I'm gon' throw this money 'cause that's why we came
That money fall and she make dough
I'm giving her all she can take though
And you know we ball but this ain't no game, no
I'm spending it all cause that's what we came for
Yeah that's what we came for
Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets
(low), low (low), low (low) low (yeah)
Foot on the gas when I see you, yeah, cause she ready to
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go (go)
And all them other hoes competing
They ain't even comin' close, (close), close, (close), close, (close), close (yeah)
Foot on the gas when I see you, yeah, 'cause she ready to
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go (go)
Pay for your own clothes, fly on your own trips
You a big girl, you buy your own shit
Supply your own smoke, you like your own zip
No leasing yours, you like to own shit
So rich, the one them niggas hate the bitches wanna go with
I'm bout O's like it's Wheel of Fortune
Feelin flawless, living lawless, yeah
Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets
(low), low (low), low (low) low (yeah)
Foot on the gas when I see you yeah cause she ready to
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go (go)
And all them other hoes competing
They ain't even comin' close, (close), close, (close), close, (close) close (yeah)
Foot on the gas when I see you, yeah, 'cause she ready to
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go (go)
I'm throwing money up and watching her go round and round
Watching her go round and round
I'm throwing money up and watching it come down, come down
It come down, come down
Or we can go to my house, or we can go to your crib
We can jump in your car, you can see how I live
But I'm still throwing money up
So much I'm losing count, can't count
So much I'm losing count, can't count
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout