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?