Lyrical Breakdown of Substance (We Woke Up) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Substance (We Woke Up)" 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 "Substance (We Woke Up)" 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.
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Yeah, 03
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Beat Boy taught me)
We woke up
Intoxicated, I was off of all types of drugs
I'm never sober when I'm in love
I need some type of drugs
I told that bitch, "I need substance"
She keep sendin' me subs
I told that bitch, "I need substance"
And she keep sendin' me subs
So that means I need some type of drugs
Damn, what we on?
Takin' shots and rollin' strong
Mind your business, hide your phone
You came over, no panties on
I can take you places that you say you never been before
Be yourself, don't hide your feelings, make yourself available
Too much gin, lotta smoke
She a fan, I'm a GOAT
Smell the kush on my clothes
Like my hand 'round her throat
Both handle our business though, let's get high in my Benz for sure
Blow me like a whistle, pussy talkin', I'ma listen to it
Why you got an ass like that?
Why you gotta make me spend a bag like that?
Why you blow gas like that?
Make a lil' nigga get an asthma attack
Say she love the kid, my name is tatted on her neck
Pop that pussy for a check
I had her takin' shots when
We woke up
Intoxicated, off of all types of drugs (uh)
I'm never sober each time I'm in love (it's Young Khalifa, man)
I need some type of drugs (this some cap, you wanna smoke with me)
I need some type of substance
She keep sendin' me subs
I need some type of substance
She keep sendin' me subs
So I need some type of drugs
So I hit up my plug
Wanna spend some time with a thug?
Caught her suckin' dick in the club
Type of bitch who don't give a fuck
Fallin' in love
I'm off all type of drugs, oh
She keep sendin' me subs
I need bread and the cheese
I'ma send her in the streets
I need plenty of fees
That's the buzzy in me
Take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy
Take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy
Take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy
I take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy
Take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy
Take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy
Told her take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy
Baby, take some, shake somethin', pop it like some ecstasy
We woke up
Somewhere by the sea
That's the buzzy in me
Come and fly with a P, ooh
I'm a wolf you're lookin' at, ayy
Lookin' like somethin' to eat
You know I'm a creep
Iceman in my Jeep
In the snow with some freaks
I'm snortin' blow with some geek, yeah