BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Drake (Herocratic Pad Mix)
- Leaves turned into white, we closing in on winter
- Love can be a bitch, a bitch can treat you bitter
- Life can be so sweet if you on top and listen
- Any given moment things becomin' something different.
- I had a lady who was down for the ride
- I was switchin' lanes quicker than she thought I could drive
- Of that i could presume, over glasses of wine
- That we could stand the test of time, make and lead some beautiful lives
- But surprise surprise that's just a beautiful lie
- But not a horrible thought, just an individual climb
- Now I'm more focused then I've ever been
- Sometimes it takes weakness to turn recruits into veterans
- the weak into reverends
- And now im nothing better then
- What i used to be
- And who i used to see
- But take it to my idiology
- And you could read
- The article which i could seed
- Into a miracle of life called the tree
- The holy plea's
- Ive withstood the test of time, fore its not a test its just another rhyme
- And i made sure of it by tying it down with a zip tie
- But why? though everyone said it was just another lie
- It needed to be grounded so then it could never fly
- Again, into people's hearts and minds
- Still stuck with a passion that could still go high
- But I've tried, what else now could peacefully thrive?
- Ive explained it all but only got crimes
- So i ask my one mother "why do we cry?"
- And still she doesn't say anything but a "hi"
- Thats fine
- But honestly lets put it aside and abide
- I picked up this girl, she was a hell of a freak
- When i took her to the car, she was a little too hesitant to speak
- And all i ever got was a kiss on the cheek
- But why could it be
- Could it be the intense heat? That she was older than me?
- Or maybe my bank account had less than a G
- Or for i split the bill because no woman eats for free?
- But these were the questions that were going through my mind
- But time after time, i found a fine line
- Between the rich and the poor, ladies and whores
- And girls that only date guys with grammy awards
- But its not my time so i cant hit the cords
- It tells me the signs that this was all from before
- But life is alright
- And it could be better
- Wishing for better times and for better weather
- So ima dedicate these bars like they in a damn letter
- So dear society, what the hell is up?
- All these damn politics make me feel stuck
- They make me feel sick
- So just make me a fig
- Because nowadays people judge and be negative
- They talk about your looks and think you have a shiv
- Or "what the fuck's on his face"
- And judged by their race
- Just break a vase
- As I'd say in this case
- America ranking 17th in science
- With 16 other countries above? Thats defiance
- So be smart and form an education alliance
- Instead of sittin' on your ass, try be a lion
- A lion that wont start cryin'
- Because his brother ryan just started fuckin' dyin'
- I see that as flyin'
- Run into a kitchen that started fryin'
- Four years old and he still knew his fight
- Old Jonathan still knows how to really bite
- But is he animal or human? Can he take flight?
- Thats what he wants to dream of when he goes to bed at night
- Hes tired of always dreaming
- And screaming
- But ol' johnny knew
- That he could be reaching
- His goals past the kite
- And to all you folks out there...
- I hope i did this right
- But wait it's not done yet
- Still tryin' to figure the girl next to me
- It's the morning after so i best write an apology
- She got a boyfriend but of course i dont know him yet
- Only to find out with my roll up cigarette
- So i'll try to not doubt myself and dread
- The day my heart stops beatin' and gives out dead
- And now i must say that it's time to croak
- Good lord i aint nothing but a man thats broke
- Ive proven to myself that i could picture
- A broken ass tat that says "Well fuck if i miss her"
- Still tryin the game of life
- As if it was a game out of spite
- All along its not quite right
- So i sit and be patient on my patio with my new lights
- And of course it all aint ever turn out good
- Thats why i moved out the fuckin' hood
- I mean, after all, I am a damn ghost
- But i'd nail ya'll to the ground like a damn post
- And NOW it's time for me to boast
- About how i've come up with enough lines to string coast to coast
- And now its farewell, after all like hell
- I pray with my mouth, and listen with my ears
- To make sure i don't fuck up in my future years
- Hopefully i see you all again
- As if i dont get caught up in another trend
- Or a bend
- That my send me off on my head
- Good night to me? No, good night to the feds
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