Lyrical Breakdown of CRUCIFY ME - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "CRUCIFY ME" 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 "CRUCIFY ME" 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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Crucify me, amen Brutalize me again The weight of the world rests on my shoulder Day by day, only getting older Perfect timing, I guess Let's rewind and pretend That we both knew what we were in for Way back when, if you remember Snakes in the glass that's like half full, I want it My great grandma told y'all that we was gon' be a lot of trouble Way before I was born, man, some time had to pass 'Til my auntie stole from the subway, ayy, they was living fast I crashed before I even have a drink My lowest points were formed standing at the sink I gotta hide these tears just like a G My niggas cannot see me, dawg You and me, NYC, finna be on TV, dawg It's like la-la when I'm all alone Gimme, gimme bags, want your bags and your purse Gimme, gimme (?) Gimme, gimme (?) I feel like I'm playin' the field Like I'm blending in too much In this motherfucking town, town, town I feel like I'm playin' the field Like I'm blending, blending, blending Blending, am I just like you? Dusty wallet I want your name, so print it on me Don't have to know me to put it on me I got strong shoulders for all you fuckers Go out to town with the miss and gossip Don't like to add, I just sit in silence Fuck all the fake, I want naturales I want some property by the ocean GPS don't even see the road end Back when we kicked it on driveway Even in pain, we were blase Lit in the world and just highway Water so cold I would dive in I know your baby just called me Thinking 'bout money, it's all good Thinking 'bout money, it's all good, yeah Crucify me, amen Brutalize me again The weight of the world rests on my shoulder Day by day, only getting older Perfect timing, I guess Let's rewind and pretend That we both knew what we were in for Way back when, if you remember