Lyrical Breakdown of Don't Ever Fucking Question - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Don't Ever Fucking Question" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Atmosphere weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Don't Ever Fucking Question" 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 Atmosphere 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 Atmosphere's narrative.

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Don't ever fucking question that Don't ever fucking question that Don't ever fucking question that Don't ever fucking question that Don't ever fucking question that Don't ever fucking question that Enough to hold you to the brightest of lights To place you dangerously close to that sun Enough to acknowledge the flaws you can't ignore And recognize the cause of what's done is done More than enough to put my name behind my ideals And neglect my logic twice daily Enough to keep me looking for my Lucy in the sky with gems When I remember how you used to call me baby Enough to look in my mirror with detest for every tear you shed regardless of Why you wept Enough to curse any man who can't appreciate the depth of the ocean I swam 'Til I ran out of breath I love you, don't ever fucking question that That's why we'll probably never get along If I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need to write These mother fucking songs I love you, I love you Never, don't ever fucking question that (I love you) Don't ever fucking question that Riding the public transit I study the blank stares to answer my questions of how and why I got so many Grey hairs. I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord And I reflect on that reoccurring dream where we met the Lord Single file lines, to give her a pound one at a time but when I faced her I attempted to embrace her, she looked so fine I awokened from my sleep before her bodyguard had a chance to beat me to Submission and I still walk with my religion I watched the children scurry in circles around a two-way mirror Worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer I hear the whispers of the wind trying to get me to grin Gassing' me up about the love that I plucked and I've been stuck within For every eclipse that stares at me from the other side of a paper cup of espresso I light a match beneath a kettle And forever set of lips that become attached and equipped with that program To seek success, I bleed my ethics out a slow drip I used to know a man who met a woman, don't remember where Big beautiful eyes and light brown hair She was from the 'burbs, he was from the south side of the city This was back when Franklin Avenue was still pretty Two different worlds apart, but the world is just a small town We all know how people like to get down Here we go, Aquarius, Pisces Feel the flow of the fluid as I swim through it to free my soul Bush shoved the cane without the glove numbed the pain The magic from up above what it does for the brain Make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin Made a Virgo named him Sean Make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin Made a Virgo named him Sean Make the love, paint the picture and write that song 'til the break of dawn I love you, don't ever fucking question that That's why we'll probably never get along If I was better at finding the right words to say I wouldn't need to write these mother-fucking songs I love you, don't ever fucking question that That's why we'll probably never get along If I was better at finding the right words to say I wouldn't need to write these mother-fucking songs I love you (make the love, paint the picture, and write that song) (Make the love, paint the picture, and write that song) (Make the love, paint the picture, and write that song) (Make the love, paint the picture, and write that song) I love you, I love you