Lyrical Breakdown of Feet Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Feet Up" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dolph weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Feet 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 Young Dolph 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 Young Dolph's narrative.
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Somebody give me a lighter
Yeah, uh-huh
I'm in the hot tub smokin' with my feet up (dope boy)
Cut off them fake niggas and told 'em I don't need 'em (fuck 'em all)
I bow my head and say a prayer before I re-up (ayy man)
I got five ounces of drank in my one liter (hey, hey!)
Play with fire and get your ass burnt like Ether (woo)
Pass me that fire, so I can light this reefer (uh-huh)
In the coupe at the red light, smokin' like it's legal (fuck that shit)
In the coupe at the red light, smokin' like it's legal (it's Dolph)
I'm in somethin' fast doin' donuts in this bitch
My bitches bad, and you know I like 'em thick
I just came to drop some swag, then I dip
I'm still smokin' out the bag, that's how I live
My last name shoulda been Banks like Uncle Phil
My pinky ring match the watch, the watch match my ears
I'm pourin' up Promethazine on the Leer
All-all that ass over there? Tell 'em I'ma come here
Alexander McQueen, the girl got a big blunt kush behind my ear
I can't relate to the fake, most of these niggas snakes
I'm only smokin' on gelatto because I love how it tastes
A hundred thou' around my neck so that .40 on my waist
I'm in the hot tub smokin' with my feet up (dope boy)
Cut off them fake niggas and told 'em I don't need 'em (fuck 'em all)
I bow my head and say a prayer before I re-up (ayy man)
I got five ounces of drank in my one liter (hey, hey!)
Play with fire and get your ass burnt like Ether (woo)
Pass me that fire, so I can light this reefer (uh-huh)
In the coupe at the red light, smokin' like it's legal (fuck that shit)
In the coupe at the red light, smokin' like it's legal (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Roll it up and light it, did all that while I'm drivin'
To these bitches I'm a dog, in the trap I'm a savage
Bought another foreign and took it to go get matted
Just met her yesterday and she callin' me baby daddy
I'm on Codeine, she drinkin' raw
I just went and bought another charm
And another watch for my other arm
I got pussy niggas out here prayin' for my downfall
All this ice on me got me shinin' like Armorall
Hall of Famer in the trap, got my plaque on the wall
Everybody with you a pussy, I don't fuck with none of y'all
I-I-I just spent a thousand dollars on designer draws
I don't stop for the police, nigga fuck the laws
Nigga fuck the law
I'm in the hot tub smokin' with my feet up (dope boy)
Cut off them fake niggas and told 'em I don't need 'em (fuck 'em all)
I bow my head and say a prayer before I re-up (ayy man)
I got five ounces of drank in my one liter (hey, hey!)
Play with fire and get your ass burnt like Ether (woo)
Pass me that fire, so I can light this reefer (uh-huh)
In the coupe at the red light, smokin' like it's legal (fuck that shit)
In the coupe at the red light, smokin' like it's legal