Lyrical Breakdown of OK Cool - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "OK Cool" 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 "OK Cool" 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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Got a thousand ways new dress (?)
My and Skooly (?)
(?) got cash in a pile
But a young (?)
Dive in, okay boo
Slime in, okay boo
Dive in, okay boo
Ok cool, ok cool
Hickory, dickory, duck
I'm on my way to the motherfuckin' top, non-stop
I got all these bitches askin' when that album comin' out
I got plasmas in my roof, I'm askin' when they gonna drop
But they ain't
Cause I sold a lot of dope to keep my plug sane
My money turned into water, it'd be a flood this way
I'm sippin' on some lean that's thicker than mud in sun
I got (?) in my blood you can (?)
But this the movement, join in
And every week we swipe up four pens
I love my X double L and Rock friends
Money makin' basketball players Coach K's
Got a thousand ways new dress (?)
My and Skooly (?)
(?) got cash in a pile
But a young (?)
Dive in, okay boo
Slime in, okay boo
Dive in, okay boo
Ok cool, ok cool
Up and on it, still movin' slowly
Pain so big, I got tears up to my shoulders
I'm (?), fuck it I'm reloadin'
Bout to hop off in your bitch
She gone ride me like I'm stolen, ugh
Not an animal, a monster darlin'
Patrick Ewing, Michael Jordan ballin'
I'm hardly ballin'
That nigga better not play with the homies
But on that roster for the rastas homie
Send them (?) on ya
Never will I leave my brothers
Never will I leave my mother
Forever need my mother
I forever feed my brothers
I plan to see they feed the others
The streets, they love us
Got a thousand ways new dress (?)
My and Skooly (?)
(?) got cash in a pile
But a young (?)
Dive in, okay boo
Slime in, okay boo
Dive in, okay boo
Ok cool, ok cool