Lyrical Breakdown of Make A Play (J.R. Donato) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Make A Play (J.R. Donato)" 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 "Make A Play (J.R. Donato)" 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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Back to back to back to back At your bitch ass (uh) Who trying to make a play Who trying to make a play Who trying to make a play Who trying to make a play Woke up drunk as fuck Still high from yesterday I'm trying to make a play I'm trying to make a play Woke up feeling like a star Get it in no matter where we are She in love with me press buttons up in my car My weed smoke hella potent Riding and the sunroof open Blowing smoke out what they know about Being bosses taking losses Pay the cost to fuck that bitch who got that poke out My money ain't slow, got more trees to grow Got a son I love to death I gotta see him grow Probably the best you've seen but I be on the low Stacking up, rolling marijuana acting up Bitch with me she be bad as fuck Bitches love it niggas mad at us Getting money that's accurate Say they want it but they can't adjust Taylor Gang, roll a plane Who trying to make a play Who trying to make a play Who trying to make a play Who trying to make a play Woke up drunk as fuck Still high from yesterday I'm trying to make a play I'm trying to make a play Who trying to pour it (ay, ay) Who trying to wake and bake (ay) Taylor Gang will break the bank Ain't got no time to contemplate I say I'm high from yesterday Okay I woke up on the mud I think I ate a 8th of shrums Keep OG Kush up in my lungs (whoa) Your hoe will come with us (ay) Cause she know we brought the drugs (ay) And she looking for some love (ay) But let's keep that on the hush(whoa) It's hard to find some trust Some say it's hard to fuck with us That's cause we be on different shit Bitch I might pour six up in my Crush Ohh that's super super much And it's joining super clutch Got 5 more just for you to stuff Send parents to the store for ice and cups I swear they never frighten us Hell yeah we always lighting up Put that pussy on the plate it's fresh for lunch And I pour another 8th to level up Probably rolling up Who trying to make a play Who trying to make a play Who trying to make a play Who trying to make a play Woke up drunk as fuck Still high from yesterday I'm trying to make a play I'm trying to make a play