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Lyrics
What? YeahLike, I’m too lit, like, oh my God
Damn, how the fuck we got to where we started?
This love don’t feel how it felt when we started (what?)
This love don’t feel how it felt when we started (what?)
Got me thinkin’ so deep, I’m in my conscience
Got me doin’ these drugs, it help me balance (shawty, I’m geeked, yeah)
I ain’t tryna blame you but this shit a challenge (oh, what? What?)
I live my life like a kid with allowance
My life so fast, I need me a down bitch (fast, hold on)
Anarchy tatted under my armpit
Don’t make me start a fuckin’ riot
Sometimes this shit get so excitin’ (what? What?)
We ridin’ ’round, we startin’ riots (what? What?)
We rob the bank ’cause we want profit (damn)
We took our shit and kept it silent (what? What? What?)
We took that route ’cause we about it (yeah)
Say you catchin’ them bodies, I highly doubt it (catchin’ no bodies, what? Yeah)
My boy shot at them niggas and he rollin’ off molly (catchin’ them bodies, yeah)
We fucked up the kickbacks, fucked up they parties (fucked up they parties, yeah)
I jump out the rope, I feel like Jeff Hardy (feel like Jeff Hardy)
Got tats on my sleeve like Ed Hardy (yeah, Ed Hardy)
I was smokin’ that weed just like a Marley (just like a Marley, yeah)
One shot and he bleed, please don’t bother me (baow-baow-boom)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
How the fuck we got to where we started? Huh?
The love don’t feel the same like when we started
Should’ve known this shit was not real when it started
Yeah, everybody fake, this shit retarded
My back to the wall (what? What?)
My back to the wall (what? What?)
Can’t fuck with these dirty lil’ hoes, these bitches be hurtin’ me up (what? What?)
Can’t put my trust in no ho, hell nah lil’ bro (what? What?)
I pass that bitch to my boy, like, “Here, lil’ bro” (what? What?)
I took the Phantom outside, it ride like a boat (what? What?)
And I took off with them m’s and I stuck to the code (what? What?)
Damn, ooh, yeah
I’m too lit, ah-yeah
Playboi Carti’s ‘Over’ isn’t just a track—it’s a labyrinthine dive into the psyche of a modern rap star. Amidst a soundscape brimming with Carti’s signature baby voice flutters and atmospheric beats, there lies a narrative of disconnection and the bewilderment of change.
The hypnotic repetitions and seemingly disjointed phrases weave together a poignant tale of love morphed and ambitions challenged. Carti’s introspection invites listeners to explore the dualities of fame—the euphoria and the isolation.
The Turmoil of Transformation: Love’s Metamorphosis
Carti doesn’t shy away from expressing the rapid alteration of feeling that comes with a love turned sour, which he elucidates with the line, ‘This love don’t feel how it felt when we started.’ The song’s hook indicates more than the breakdown of a romantic relationship—it’s a mirror reflecting Carti’s internal struggle with the evolution of his own life and career.
Repeated like a mantra, these lines drill into the core of uncertainty; it’s not just about romantic estrangement but also Carti’s separation from a former self that once experienced things more passionately, more purely.
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With fragments like ‘Got me doin’ these drugs, it help me balance,’ Carti drops into the deeper currents of his narrative, touching upon self-medication as a means to manage the teetering scales of fast-paced success and personal peace.
The lyric hints at the heavier reliance on substances as Carti grapples with the immense pressures of his lifestyle, suggesting an attempt to find solace in the numbing comfort of narcotics while acknowledging the trials they present.
A Lens on Material and Motifs: Anarchy and Decadence
Carti’s mention of ‘Anarchy tatted under my armpit’ isn’t just an exhibition of body art; it’s a symbolic rebellion against a system that he finds oppressive despite—or because of—his prosperity within it.
The chains of fame grant him ‘a kid with allowance’ lifestyle, but they also beg the question of what one does with freedom when it’s framed by chaos. This duality speaks to the core of Carti’s existence within the music industry.
Deciphering the Violence: The Hidden Meaning
The track’s more aggressive lines, like ‘we rob the bank ’cause we want profit’ and ‘we fucked up the kickbacks, fucked up they parties,’ carry a hidden meaning beneath their seemingly anarchic surface. Carti is drawing a parallel between literal anarchy and the disruptive nature of his presence in the music scene—these lines scream sedition against the status quo.
The brutality in the lines is cartoonish, yet they echo a latent truth about the system Carti finds himself entangled with—a system where value is too often placed on material gain and social appearances.
The Echoes of Stark Realism: Memorable Lines Unpacked
“Everybody fake, this shit retarded,” Carti laments, summarizing his disdain for the façade of authenticity that permeates both his personal and professional circles.
In the final stanza, he declares, ‘And I took off with them m’s and I stuck to the code,’ suggesting a moral compass amidst the mire, a code of ethics that guides him through the superficial terrain of his milieu.
