Lyrical Breakdown of Ocean - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ocean" 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 "Ocean" 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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Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers Minus the bullshit Got you rolling papers, got you rolling (uh) Can't do it average, you cool and savage Makin' niggas do backflips FaceTime my phone, you be on a jet Roll my spliffs, send me pics every now and then When we met, I could admit, I was just after sex Taught you not to look for results, but trust the process Plus, you got your paper, ain't no nonsense Smoke from the bong intense, when she with you, she over it Faded but focused, I stay posted Hit me up, the case closed, I leave the gate open Know what's good, your chain say "Ocean" Put you on to the finer things Now when you see designer, you keep your composure Send a text, say she comin' over I don't have to send a car, she get her own 'cause she ain't been sober No panties on, you ain't needin' those Ron O'Neal, Curtis Mayfield Hittin' notes, hit the joint Leave the roach You don't know What you do to me lately I got so much love for ya Want you to know How much that I fuck with you, oh You don't know What you do to me lately Wanna roll one up for ya Want you to come to the back of the club Show some love to a real one (uh) Netflix and extra long spliffs Hit it once, she recognize what the difference is My bottom bitch don't even trip She see me with other chicks She hardly drink, but for me, she'll take a sip Do what you gotta do to pay your rent Only party with lame niggas at they expense I'm talkin' good weed, steak and shrimp Niggas runnin' off with styles that they ain't invent Tried to grab a towel just to hide the scent You smell the kush all through the vent Go through the hallways lookin' innocent I've been a gangster and a gentleman Talk to the boss and not no middlemen Is you with it or against it? Please make a decision Smoke a pound a day, eliminate the competition I'm that nigga, been that nigga Past and present tenses You look good, I need a badder bitch to complement you You don't know What you do to me lately I got so much love for ya Want you to know How much that I fuck with you, oh You don't know What you do to me lately Wanna roll one up for ya Want you to come to the back of the club Show some love to a real one It's a gang thing, it's a gang thing It's a gang thing, it's a gang thing Don't do me like that I'm a star too Sledgro Everywhere that we go We blow it by the 0 The K.K., the smoke