Lyrical Breakdown of Purity (feat. Frank Ocean) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Purity (feat. Frank Ocean)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky feat. Frank Ocean weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Purity (feat. Frank Ocean)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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I've been busy

I've been fuckin' busy, I've been busy fuckin'

I've been all kinds of busy, all sorta kinda busy

Like shawty is we fuckin', well if not, then fuck it

Apologies to the fam, we thought we ducked 'em

Said I was in a rush, but I was busy rushin'

It's busy shit, busy that, busy this and I need a minute

See, this what that voice in your head says

When you try to get peace of mind

I gotta find peace of mind

Yeah, spendin' time spinnin' out toward a desire that wasn't pure

Born before the virus was cured, pitch perfect, violence on the floor

Fast forward, honors on my skull, type of design I could afford

Fast forward, bands out

Got the hands out like they acknowledging the Führer

Rewind Nas track 6, rewind dance crazes

Read my mind, freed my mind, feed my mind, make sense

Just like mirrors on the wall, just like sittin' on me

Trying to dancin' it out, to make two at piece, alright

Flickin' ash, pourin' a half, don't pour in a glass

Pour that foam, this white got eggshells in my omelette

My in-laws, they yellow like the yolk is runnin'

My brain on drugs, I still ain't got no piece of mind, fuck

Woof woof, dogs in the place, loose tooth, lost in a fray

Roof lost on the Wraith, roof lost on the way

Freeway, no Rosé, brute force, brut Champagne

Tell the front desk to cut new keys

Reserved in the Mercer for two years, in two suites

Took out the bed like it's fuck sleep

I spank a bitch like it's hot hands

Fired the label like fuck brands

Comfortable lone nigga, fuck Xans

Comfortable store, who the fuck ran

Nothin' is sweet, nothing in tank sweet, it's just a tank P

Salt on a slug, soda on slugged teeth chewin' on nothin'

You tweakin' or somethin', you reaching for something

You speak and speak up then you're thinking, you're overthinking

Unblinking and precumming

And that could turn every no one into someone

I gotta find peace of mind

You make my heart desire pure

I gotta find peace of mind

You make my heart desire pure

I just need peace of mind for my purity

You make my heart desire pure, just tell me

Memories burn the roach heads

Cheer Hennessy for my old heads

Amphetamines for the dosage

Keeping me up and focused

Jewelry cloth, my gold caps

NY throwback like the old fam (I'm undone because)

Lost in the Google maps in your iMac, think my phone tapped

Hold up, hold that (Hold on my nigga hold that thought)

Nigga pour up soda nigga, hold that cough

Tryna hold back, the call had dropped when the FaceTime paused

Don't call back

Can't cope when your heart broke

Soft spoken, roll something, cop something, Narco

Saint life Joan of Arc bro

Ring barcode

Two of everything

Should've been the blame when Noahs Ark broke

Two more drinks of everything before the bar closed

Face to face with my demons at a barstool

Haven't checked on my niece in weeks

Months past and months in between

Since me and my sister would speak

Not a call or visit in weeks

Lost, nothing since September last

Seen her September sixteenth

Man it feels like (I'm undone because)

I lose someone every release

I feel like the curse is in me (A$AP)

Percy is gone and I grieve (I'm undone because)

I share with you my peace

I'm undone because