Lyrical Breakdown of TEAM - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "TEAM" 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 "TEAM" 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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Evanie Did you lie to him since you were seventeen? How's he holding up? Evanie Do you cling to him like you would onto me? Bet he needs you more than I Evanie Did you hide your neck to save him from his sleep? I know how that feels Evanie Every chance you take you make me want to flee Can't you see? You should move on I swear you'll be fine Whenever you want I'll be your ride And when you're alone, and his love is gone Maybe you'll see that your company was the worst Thing for him, your sin Little old me, I thought my world was progressive 'Cause my president was black, twenty-five lighters on the dresser I had guilt trip on my back and a bulletproof vest Inside my Uncle John's Toyota was a walking Crayola– (Gimme that mic, nigga) I got a hard time, I gotta watch myself The way I move through a room full of suits Ain't no, ain't no Constitution, I hate uniforms (ha, ha, ha!) I hate handcuffs, I can't stand up (Shut up, nigga!) They throw me in the crowd and tell me "Boy, I'd lose that smile" But see I got it from my dad and that's the reason why we had I raise my black fist, I got big lips I'm strong as Samson, they cut my fucking locks I lose my fucking strength, fuck I'm running out of zips My life been feeling tense, I won't be on the fence I put my phone on airplane mode cause I'm on autopilot I need a lot of patience, I need a lot of silence I hope this holy water burn me 'cause I ain't worth this life I ain't worth the light of day, but for some I light the way Nude along the banister, kitchen smell of lavender Swimming in my Wranglers, I am another caliber Ooh, yeah Soon, soon No, no, no, no, no, no