Lyrical Breakdown of Calling For You - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Calling For You" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 21 Savage weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Calling For You" 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 21 Savage 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 21 Savage's narrative.

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Grr I was in the club 'fore she even had it She was 21, I don't see a savage She wanna be the one, she know I'm comin' static She wanna hold the gun, if you want it, you can have it Shawty still young, so she don't know the classics I see her body, one-of-one, yeah I see her body, one-of-one Get to the crib, make you cum Pussy sweet, call you my honeybun (tss) I know your nigga was a bum Fuck on the crodie, have some fun Girl, I'm the king of my city, I'm the one (tss) Swear you can have me, you really one-of-one (tss) How you so nasty? You really one-of-one (tss) How you so flashy? You really one-of-one (tss) Out in Miami, you still a one-of-one (tss) I wanna beat on the pussy 'til the sun come up You fucked on a nigga I see as my son, so what? Yeah, I was in the club, but I was in the cut Had liquor in my cup, had passion in my cup And Addy in my system, see a opp, I'ma hit 'em up Yeah, he gon' be a victim, I was tryna dance with the bitch Couldn't keep my hands off her hips Know she spent some bands on her fit Know I told you that she really one-on-one Cro', yeah, she advanced with the shit And I got a chance with the bitch Loverboy, romance with the bitch Couldn't even put my mans on a bitch Like, damn Callin', callin' for you Callin' for you, callin' for you Callin' for you Need you to guide my eyes, feel it on me Needin' you to hold me 'Til the inevitable It was on my mind, felt it on me Ah, he lied to me Yo, he lied to me Like I didn't give a fuck that we sat in economy I gave a fuck 'cause he said the economy was full It was not full He said, "Economy was-" He said, "There was no first class, so we're sitting in economy" I get up on that plane I see so many seats in first class 12, 14 seats Bruh I sat in the back of the plane Fucking crazy And then, I go on that wack-ass vacation The chef is feeding us the same meal every day like I was in jail still or something I'm like, "Why are we eating jerk chicken and oxtail every single day, can we switch it up?" No, the oxtail was fire though, but can we switch it up? I can't eat that shit every day, what? And then you proceed to go through my phone You wanted to cry You were lookin' for something That's on you, it's on you Sorry for your loss Whoa, whoa Fuck nigga wanna get fired on (21) Starch a nigga up, put the iron on him (21) Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah Plenty niggas dyin' over that way (yeah) Quick to leave a opp in the ashtray (pussy) Keep a .19 like I'm Mac Dre (21) Make a nigga mama have a bad day (21) 21 gang 4L, these niggas gon' tell I ain't goin' back and forth on deals (on God) I ain't goin' back and forth, send shells (on God) I ain't goin' back and forth, nigga, spin (Fah) Put a college bitch in a Benz (21) Put her in the Benz, no note (21) Hit 'em from the car, no scope (21) We don't never tie, we score (on God) She suck on my neck like she Dracula (yeah) Hit from the back, I might tackle her (yeah) Don't ask 'bout my opps 'cause we smackin' 'em (yeah) Fuck my opps, they haters (pussy) Fuck my opps, they hoes (pussy) The bitches that come around suck dick and don't pull they phone out, dem ones pros (on God) Bitch, if you love me, then spoil me (21) I treat the rap game like a toilet (on God) All of my kids get left in her mouth, she say she don't believe in abortions (21) Oh, you ain't got you a boyfriend? (21) I see he be on his dork shit (21) Nah, I ain't judgin', but they in the nosebleeds You know I be on my court shit (facts)