Lyrical Breakdown of Something New - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Something New" 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 "Something New" 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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Right Now Sound I be with the Hitmaka So, hol' up Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) 'Cause I can't stop loving you (Ooh yeah) Since I got a taste of your love (Ooh yeah) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-woah) (Ooh-woah) God damn, you know who I am Try to be on the low, but you ain't slow Keep my shirt open, eyes low Get a lot of paper, I know But you ain't, into that You like real facts Like if you show love, you gon' get it back Like if you fuck good, you gon' get it back Like if you cook, wanna a real nigga that Gon' rap 'til that pussy like, uh uh We can go and get a private room We can fuck for one night, ain't gotta jump the broom Say your nigga, chill Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) 'Cause I can't stop loving you (Ooh yeah) Since I got a taste of your love (Ooh yeah) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-woah) (Ooh-woah) I can tell you ain't from 'round here All that body baby, it's not fair Pull up on that ass in a drop, yeah That's your ex nigga? I'm dead Lookin' for a real one? You found him California King, we gon' go rounds on it No doubt, yeah Leave your legs, shaking I might sing to that pussy like la-da-da-di-da (Di, yeah) Girl, your shit so classic, it don't need no features (No, ooh, yeah) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) 'Cause I can't stop loving you (Ooh, yeah) Since I got a taste of your love (Ooh, yeah) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-woah) (Ooh-woah) Girl, you look just like something out a magazine ('Zine) You smell great, know your body clean (Yeah) Them niggas been on you since you was a teen (Teen) Now you grown up, and I'm a boss, I'm just showing love (Love) Smell like kush when I'm rolling up (Roll) So much bank, I can fold it up (Fold) It's so good, got you calling up (Call) Tryna kick it with a nigga like, uh (Brr, oom) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) 'Cause I can't stop loving you (Ooh yeah) Since I got a taste of your love (Ooh yeah) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-woah) (Ooh-woah)