Lyrical Breakdown of Better Things - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Better Things" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$AP Rocky 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 A$AP Rocky's narrative.

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Don't give a fuck about your man

I'm just seeing what it's hitting for (Bitch I'm sayin')

How you fronting on a kid though?

You should fuck with me, girl

You know what you need, girl

See I used to livin' life up on my own, yeah

In search of love and for a wife to call my own, yeah

It's all I think about at nights when I'm all alone, yeah

Swear that I can't get no rest in California, yeah, yeah

Uh, uh

Uh, woo

Swear this life is just a whole bunch of vices

Niggas biting off of my shit, my dick

Stay up in your chick ride stick without a license

Tell her hold on like some vice grips

Might just call her let her ride with a baller

Look up on her face was priceless wonder what my type is

Well tonight Mrs. Lightskin with a light mix, or a light switch

White chick, darkskin complexion and she righteous

I take a dyke chick if she like dick

I kissed the dyke chick and I liked it

Fucking each and every Katy Perry for the night bitch

Light this

Light it, light it, puff it, puff it, pass it, pass it

(Moving on to better things, I'm sure)

Bless, sit back and relax one time, clear your mind

'Bout to send me back to my old ways

Know what I'm saying?

Yeah, I'm just, she making mistakes

(Can't feed this addiction anymore)

I've been puffin', rollin' up

Cop a lot and pourin' up

Plus my niggas know the plug

A generation's thrown on drugs

I swear that bitch Rita Ora got a big mouth

Next time I see her might curse the bitch out

Kicked the bitch out once 'cause she bitched out

Spit my kids out, jizzed up all in her mouth and made the bitch bounce

Ride with a nigga mane, and you know I stay fly like the jigga mane

And it figures, 'cause here is something you can't understand

I rather just kill it man, anyways

Nowadays everybody's stressed, yes

Animosity is better off your chest, yes

Guess everybody want to stay blessed, stay fresh

Take a nigga threats, but I'm up next, take debts

Light it, light it, puff it, puff it, pass it, pass it (Moving on to better things)

Inhale, exhale, relieve your mind of stress