Lyrical Breakdown of JOHNNY - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "JOHNNY" 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 "JOHNNY" 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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When I imagine myself on acid I take steps backwards and find those to lap itself Even dance and pounce around my silent thoughts who had the crown Don't-don't-don't-don't let life pass yourself When I imagine myself on acid I take steps backwards and find those to lap itself Even dance and pounce around my silent thoughts who had the crown Don't-don't-don't-don't let life pass yourself I could've got a job at McDonald's, but I like curly fries That's a metaphor for my life, and I like taller guys Could've got a deal if I wanted, but I like ownin' shit And I like makin' shit, and I like sellin' it Could've peaked when I was in high school, but I had bigger plans Could've took the time out to find you, but you ain't understand You don't gotta leave for them to define you, 'cause what could you demand? When everybody out to define you without a circumstance Anybody got Harry Styles' phone number? Okay, I called him and they said I got the wrong number I was tryna be Pac when I was younger, dreamin' of better days I don't see my mom no more, remind me of bad weather days If you got a problem with me, try some other guy I let you know I'm a dog, I eat the cat alive But really, though, I'm alone, 'cause I don't stick around And, yes, I know it's my fault, so put your finger down I would keep this shit pent up if it weren't for my mom If it weren't for Dijon, yeah, I don't like to lie Guess it sounds out the month Should've opened up my mouth more Show 'em what my fist for, let 'em get a fistful Caught up in the lust, man Bred from the legs of straight killers on best end Black eyes, bloody sheets, damn, where yo' feet stand? We should get a new plan, maybe some more fans I love it when the people go wild for me I love it when the people go wild for me I love it when the people go wild for me Keep it wild for me Wild, wild, homie I love it when the people go wild for me I love it when the people go wild for me I love it when the people go wild for me Keep it wild for me Wild, wild, homie Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment I just want a space with my old best friend Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment I just want a space with my old best friend Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again I'm a shithead son And I'm bad at growin' up I'm a shithead son And I'm bad at growin' up My life ain't been the same since my dog died, since my girl left I quit drinkin' and druggin' and still can't get ahead Been at a loss for words It seems I'm destined to fall apart when I'm depressed It's all a test, scream at God from my bedside I glue my hands together, life's got me hog-tied There's no applause in the game of life, I just bought a car And a new house—here's the cost to prove it I spin a little wheel when I'm feelin' moody And that's like all the time, try not to mind the clock Because my heart is tickin', I smoke a pack a day, and I wish I didn't, havin' some trouble quittin' I have a couple vices, we had that show on Viceland I was hardly in it, most the time I'm hidden Anxious, impatient and always wantin' somethin' different I hate the way I'm feelin', I'm sick of chasin' feelin's Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment I just want a space with my old best friend Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment I just want a space with my old best friend Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again