Lyrical Breakdown of Saviers Road - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Anderson .Paak weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Saviers Road" 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 Anderson .Paak 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 Anderson .Paak's narrative.

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Here I go again There I go fallin' to me knees right now Tryna get it back on my feet right now Choppin' up the weight I don't need Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now Ay, what'chu mean? An ounce, a quarter, a P I would sell you faith but you niggas don't believe Lord, forgive them for they do not Know what they do But God if you're listening Yes, Lord! I could still reach you Ten P's in the rental truck Trimmin' flowers in the Marriott with little cuz Send 'em off to Arizona, let 'em build a buzz Then get it back for triple the profit Help 'em split it up Ten years, been a minute, I was somewhere Between givin' up and doin' a sentence God, if you existin', help my momma get acquitted If they plottin', then help me see it Before they get the drop on me Probably coulda been a doctor, I'm fond of optometry Vision was like Martin Luther on the mountain peak Valley lows, I left home for more salary Smoke with O's across border patrol, casually Took notes and took control of it manually Hand to hand 'til it's white sands in the canopy Now follow me I'm too old to act childishly But every now and then I park the Beamer in the gallery Show off the paint for spectators and the faculty Same ol' niggas that said they proud of me Same ol' niggas that probably doubted me Who gon' work it out for me? There I go fallin' to me knees right now Tryna get it back on my feet right now Choppin' up the weight I don't need Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now Ay, what'chu mean? An ounce, a quarter, a P I would sell you faith but you niggas don't believe