BUILDING BLUEPRINT
Next level lyrical insight is a moment away.
Lyrical Analysis of...
cut (interlude)
- Devil done gone and cut my wings
- Lord help me please
- Devil done gone and cut my wings
- I can't fly And I can't find, what I been looking for?
- I lost my wings where the fuck did they go?
- Now my cup getting low
- And this weed burning slow
- And I been trying float
- Off this shit that I wrote
- I been tryna make a dolla outta seventy four
- Cents what I meant cause I can't pay the rent
- Parents getting pissed cause the time that I spent
- High but I'm low
- And my mind on the floor
- Ponder any longer leave my mind on the floor
- Literally
- Write this literacy
- Make a paper plane outta pen and a beat
- Grab the zen and a sheet, and I'm ready to eat
- I'm ready to fly
- Jumped out the tree like I'm ready to die
- I'm BIG in his prime
- Minus some slanging
- Minus the wings and
- A halo
- I'm willing to bet that that they know
- That I may blow any day, yo!
- This straight flow
- But these ain't wings
- This is just pain
- These ain't wings it's just pain
- Though I lost them fuckers long ago I maintain
- Did the devil cut my wings or was it myself
- Why this pocket knife hiding up on the shelf
- seeming like the heat crankin up in this hell
- Danking up you could smell
- Hangin up on the cell
- What the fuck I'm doing, was my girl that just called
- Seeming like I bailed on all of my dawgs
- Can't fly you should run, can't run you should walk,
- Can't walk you should crawl, that applies to us all!
- Said the devil done gone and cut my wings
- Cause he lost his, then he stumbled cross me
- Offered piece of mind, so why this troubling me
- Never thought I could fly, never thought I would try
- Never found a happy place money could buy
- I'm reaching heights and taking flights
- My pants sagging, and I'm jet lagging
- Never rode a plane so how this happen?
- Snakes don't fly pigs don't fly
- So when these coppers die you know they ain't gon' fly
- Dang he flow tight, dang he so right
- So why he always bitching bout his dang ole life
- I got problems homie
- And I don't see you with a calculator
- Do the fucking math, and maybe I might catch you later
- Or not
- Bout to take a flight out to paradise
- or not
- We was all born with wings
- We was all born with dreams
- When we fall we ignore the stings
- If we can't fly then we run,
- If we can't run then we walk
- If we can't walk then we crawl
- Make them mountain tops seem small
- And that applies to us all
What is a Blueprint?
A blueprint is like a report card for your lyrics. It contains a lyrical breakdown and analysis of all the words, syllables, and rhymes in your song.
Learn More >