Lyrical Breakdown of BOOGIE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "BOOGIE" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how BROCKHAMPTON weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "BOOGIE" 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 BROCKHAMPTON 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 BROCKHAMPTON's narrative.
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What are the rules for breakfast today?
What are the words I'm forbidden to say?
I need to let my hair down and grow up like a real ass bitch
A real ass bitch, bitch
What are the rules for breakfast today? (Grow it like a real-)
What are the words I'm forbidden to say? (Grow it like a real-)
I need to let my hair down, and grow up like a real ass bitch (grow up like a real-)
A real ass bitch, bitch (grow up like a real-)
I've been beat up my whole life
I've been shot down, kicked down twice
Ain't no stopping me tonight, I'ma get all the things I like
I've been beat up my whole life
I've been shot down, kicked out twice
Ain't no stopping me tonight, I'ma get all the things I like
My niggas taking over
BROCKHAMPTON, call your mama
My niggas going platinum
Break necks, send you to the doctor
Best boy band since One Direction
Making niggas itch like a skin infection
Did me wrong like a perfect stepson
Been around, you can change the song, hun'
Who got me riled up?
Who the lame ass bitch wanna talk 'bout us?
Ooh, who got me riled up?
Who the lame ass bitch wanna talk 'bout us?
Ooh, come get it from me, uh
Come get it from me, uh
Come get it from me, uh, uh, uh
Come get it from me
Break necks, I'm the chiropractor!
Come on down, you know I gotcha!
Real shit, feeling saturated!
Re-align the spine, fuck the haters!
Break necks, I'm the chiropractor!
Come on down, you know I gotcha!
Real shit, feeling saturated!
Re-align the spine, fuck the haters!
When you see me in the street, they say, "Willie, Willie!"
But you won't see me in the street, I'm like a hillbilly
I was sad 'cause nobody wanna suck my willy
Now I'm sad, everybody wanna suck my willy
When you see me in the street, they say, "Willie, Willie!"
But you won't see me in the street, I'm like a hillbilly
I was sad 'cause nobody wanna suck my willy
Now I'm sad, everybody wanna suck my willy
They be like, "What the fuck is you on?" When we hit the room
Move 'til these niggas throw me in the tomb
Hear the sounds of the pharaoh when we spin the tunes
Everything feel right now you in the womb
Wanna motivate you in the afternoon
Top shelf money, that's my new perfume
Twist it up, light the end and inhale the fumes
I'm the one that's zoom if you just assume
I've been beat up my whole life
I've been shot down, kicked out twice
Ain't no stopping me tonight, I'ma get all the things I like
I've been beat up my whole life
I've been shot down, kicked out twice
Ain't no stopping me tonight, I'ma get all the things I like