Lyrical Breakdown of More Than Ever - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "More Than Ever" 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 "More Than Ever" 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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Mm hmm, mm-mm
My nigga Ben quit playin', haha uh
I put in work reppin' my gang 'til the dirt
What was in her purse?
Ain't concerned, what was under her skirt?
Jump in my car, we're makin' it skrrt
Stay on my job, they know what I'm worth
I gotta be the freshest nigga on earth
Make her eat up, then I give her dessert
I got numbers on my shirt 'cause I'm a player
I pay for it, so I own it blow kush smoke
It ain't fair how I took over the game
Made it through several layers
Now these niggas don't mention my
Name simply 'cause they scared
My car go quick in the lane
I get a bitch, I don't cuff her
Just give her the game
And let her make us both rich, nah
We ain't the same i rep the gang
You reppin' for niggas that's lame
Stay up out the way with them lil' vibrations
Pour up some more
I got a lil' bottle of McQueen out the store
(Woah) roll up some more
I got a lil' pound so we can all come smoke
Hate it when everything fast
Like when life move slow, life move slow
When a bum bitch lie
You never gassed 'cause I got
That fire for sure
Who put you onto game?
Who made sure you had T-G-O-D in your name?
Who made sure you didn't give
A fuck about the fame?
Diamonds all in our bracelets
Roll wit' gangsters
Live the real life, no entertainment
And if they entertain, we put on a show
Hundred joints already rolled
Smell the kush through the door
Bomb music, bomb weed, shit
That's all we know
Don't take pics or expose 'em
Even though we high, keep this on the low
Pour up some more
I got a lil' bottle of McQueen out the store
(Woah) roll up some more
I got a lil' pound so we can all come smoke
Hate it when everything fast
Like when life move slow, life move slow
When a bum bitch lie
You never gassed 'cause I got
That fire for sure
She leavin' her man 'cause that nigga lame
I stick to the plan, make sure I win the game
Doobie in my hand when I walk on the plane
Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got everything
If she come to my crib
She ain't gon' be the same
Celine draws and Balenciaga shades