Lyrical Analysis of...
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- 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
LYRICAL GRADE
A-
RHYME DENSITY
0
RHYME LENGTH
Rhyme Syllables
171
Total Syllables
545
Rhyming Lines
63/71
Unique Words
59%
Slang
4.4%
Profanity
2.2%
Avg. Syllables Per Word
1.22
Word Cloud
devil done gone cut wings lord help please can't fly find looking lost fuck go now cup getting low weed burning slow trying float shit wrote tryna make dolla outta seventy four cents meant cause pay rent parents pissed time spent high i'm mind floor ponder longer leave literally write literacy paper plane pen beat grab zen sheet ready eat jumped out tree die big prime minus slanging halo willing bet know blow day yo straight flow ain't pain it's though fuckers long ago maintain myself pocket knife hiding up shelf seeming heat crankin hell danking smell hangin cell doing girl called bailed dawgs run walk crawl applies stumbled cross offered piece troubling never thought try found happy place money buy reaching heights taking flights pants sagging jet lagging rode happen snakes don't pigs coppers gon' dang tight right always bitching bout ole life problems homie see calculator fucking math maybe catch later take flight paradise born dreams fall ignore stings mountain tops seem small
Profanity
fuck, shit, pissed, fuckers, hell, bitching, fucking
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