Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Swim’ by 88GLAM. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 88GLAM or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
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Ever since I got bags, yeah, they been on my dick
Ever since I got swag, yeah, they jump on my ship
Everyday pushin’ muscle, yeah, I don’t go to no gym
When I walk through, leave puddles, yeah, all I do is swim (swim, swim, swim, swim, swim)
Pockets out of shape (shape)
Got a kilo on my neck, yeah, sorry for the wait (wait)
And I had to throw these bands, know that nigga heavyweight (racks)
And I want it more, no less, yeah, I don’t take no breaks
Brand new foreign goin’ “Beep, beep” (beep)
Runnin’ up this game, we got the cheat sheet (cheat sheet)
We go back to back like my CCs (back)
I got cabbage patch, I got seaweed (rack)
Run up rack, rack, racks on the briefly (yeah)
Skrrt, skrrt in the back of the foreign, the backseat gon’ recline back
Run up my racks when I’m tourin’, I’m never gon’ get this time back (time)
Forty pointers in my chain, that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout (what I’m talkin’ ’bout)
Told you this ain’t no game, man, coach call timeout (time)
Still talkin’ down online, you need to sign out (yeah)
I can never be no jank, I made up my mind ’bout
Ever since I got bags, yeah, they been on my dick
Ever since I got swag, yeah, they jump on my ship
Everyday pushin’ muscle, yeah, I don’t go to no gym
When I walk through, leave puddles, yeah, all I do is swim (swim, swim, swim, swim, swim)
Pockets out of shape (shape)
Got a kilo on my neck, yeah, sorry for the wait (wait)
And I had to throw these bands, know that nigga heavyweight (racks)
And I want it more, no less, yeah, I don’t take no breaks
Runnin’ it back like avoidin’ the sack
Keep me a shooter that got it attached (yeah)
I know one day I’ll be catchin’ that rat
One in his leg and then one in his ab (pew, pew, oh yeah)
All of this spendin’ while makin’ a stack
All of these bitches is makin’ me mad (mad)
Got all these stripes like I’m wearing the plaid
Speakin’ no English, you wearin’ a badge (yeah)
And I can’t even add all this money in my hand (yeah)
Too mane poles, never ran, took the measures in my hands (racks, racks, yeah)
And I can’t even add all this money in my hand (can’t)
Too many trips, where do I land?
Hop out the PJ into a Lamb’ (yeah)
That ain’t no stack, it’s minimal flex
Stumble on racks, now I’m watchin’ my step (arriba)
Drive the Bugatti, it fly like a jet
I walk on this beat like a pimp with a limp (yeah)
Shoot at his dog like I work at the vet
Green light is on, keep one in the head (pew, pew)
Pourin’ me up, yeah, I’m sippin’ the red
That money go long, sleep when I’m dead (yeah, yeah)
Ever since I got bags, yeah, they been on my dick
Ever since I got swag, yeah, they jump on my ship
Everyday pushin’ muscle, yeah, I don’t go to no gym
When I walk through, leave puddles, yeah, all I do is swim (swim, swim, swim, swim, swim)
Pockets out of shape (shape)
Got a kilo on my neck, yeah, sorry for the wait (wait)
And I had to throw these bands, know that nigga heavyweight (racks)
And I want it more, no less, yeah, I don’t take no breaks