Lyrical Breakdown of Get High - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Get High" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Get High" 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 Thug 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 Thug's narrative.

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Ay yo nephew I think it's time to put some of that real sticky-icky-icky in the motherfuckin' air But in a Backwood, ya dig? I wanna get high, yeah 'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah Got no Backwoods, fly yeah I could break one down with my supplies, yeah Roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car Shawty she bad, fuck 'round take her to the stars Brand new dash, I got brand new cash Brand new chick, got her brand new ass Give the password, psych 'Bout to drink a whole lot of syrup, aight But the Bentley coupe missing, the stash on the curb Watch the city go missing, the young nigga ran off with lil biddy birds Fuck you talkin', bitch you ran off on 'em How these lil handcuffs and you cops can't cuff me In the back of the cab, this ho sucking dick from the front seat This her aftermath, like I got 50 Cent on me (straight stacks) Trap spot's like a store Nigga got a couple choppers on the floor Watch that door (watch that door) Watch that door (you gotta watch that door) Watch that door I roll up two point fives Happy four twenty, roll up two point fives Way too stoned, don't remember these guys Hold up, so high I'ma risk my life, ain't even tryna go to these skies Hold up strollers I want the whole cut I make a slut slut I eat it cold cut Hair getting longer Weed getting stronger 'Bout to strong arm her 'Bout to go and bone girl She got a cameltoe, I call her Marlboro I take you from the stars, take you to my world But she didn't get a chance to get my number She missed out on llama, she missed out on me and my mama I wanna get high, yeah 'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah Got no Backwoods, fly yeah I could break one down with my supplies, yeah Roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car Shawty she bad, fuck 'round take her to the stars Brand new dash, I got new cash Brand new chick, got her brand new ass With a lot of old money Everybody want somethin' from me Got to keep my hands on the steering wheel 'Cause I foot the bill and I shoot to kill And I slide around in that Snoop DeVille And my gas tank is on full Stack goods, them Backwoods We cock back and we pull Bubblegum, cookies, OG, and KK We like Craig and Dae Dae, who gives a fuck what they say? I be out here gettin' it, gotta get it 'cause I got it on I'm the same nigga that you bitch niggas plotted on It ain't as easy as I make it look See what I'm sayin', I ain't playin', nigga take a look We on that G shit, nigga we lit, and I'm seasick for real Thugger Thug, what it does, let's get this motherfuckin' money cuz I mean that new money, that blue money with new faces Them new cases and new bases and new aces Florida-anapolis, ain't no stoppin' us Power preaches patience Balling in two places Exchanges, smoke faces Count this money on a PJ in my PJs Goin' fast, get in tussles on the E-way Smoking on that OG I fell on my AP, got me a Rollie I got a bad bitch and I call her dopey And her head dope And she suck me off the perky, keep her hands off I don't fuck with vapors but I'm high-igh-igh I got a bad bitch, I know she bi-i-i-i-i I wanna get high, yeah 'Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah Got no Backwoods, fly yeah I could break one down with my supplies, yeah Roll up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car Shawty she bad, fuck 'round take her to the stars Brand new dash, I got new cash Brand new chick, got her brand new ass See man, a lot of you niggas think you can smoke with us But umm This shit is a marathon man This ain't no motherfuckin' umm, hundred yard dash Man step back You ain't in our league Thugger Thug, Doggy Dog Nephew we on We out