Lyrical Breakdown of Day Party - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Day Party" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 2 Chainz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Day Party" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 2 Chainz employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to 2 Chainz's narrative.
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Yeah, day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter
Don't be going out by the deep-end if you can't swim
Ain't no lifeguard, yeah, I'm a trife God
Yeah, I'm a trench guard, yeah, hit up this park
Yeah, you gon' need work, yeah, you gon' leave work
Yeah, you gon' need work, yeah, you gon' leave work
Yeah, I'm in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get
I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter
BBQ, no key cools, no cheap shoes
Good sea food, good beach food
Should teach schools shit been cooped
Could thief jewel, unequal, illegal
I go to Gucci to mingle
Got 'em hot nose like a single
I make a left, hit the blinker
Hublot or the AP, both of 'em cost 80 piece
Mealtime, y'all can barely eat
I'm wired up, I can barely sleep
Told y'all niggas, most y'all niggas, showed y'all niggas
Coach y'all niggas, broke y'all niggas, smoked y'all niggas
Choked y'all niggas, poked y'all women
Had them chickens covered like Tabasco
Bales of weed down the street from the pasture
Got a garage filled up with Caspers
Me and my scale live happily ever after
Yeah, you gon' need work, yeah, you gon' leave work
Yeah, you gon' need work, yeah, you gon' leave work
Yeah, I'm in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get
I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter