Lyrical Breakdown of Good Time - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Good Time" 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 "Good Time" 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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Yeah, uh I'ma call 'em out like Pack up my bags (yeah), I know it's time to leave (uh) The show is over, it ended overseas (bye) Take them plaques down, it's time to move on (time) Call up my real family, it's time I go home (damn) No more changes (uh-huh), no more playlists (uh-huh) No more due dates (nah), no more fake shit (ayy, but, uh) I'll miss runnin' 'round the city with you, though, you know I cannot lie (you know what I mean, though?) I changed a bit from a minute ago, you know I ain't that same guy (why?) I got a chain now, I got a lane now (bye) I changed my style a while ago and it still hurt that we don't hang out Lost my tribe and gang now, yes, lil' bitch, and over payouts Art hurts, but it's worth it, my dog, and so please, won't you stay down? I'd do anything to keep you in my life Whatever you need, I got you forever (right? Right?) And we said forever (but I guess) Forever don't last too long And we said forever (so it seems) Forever's only long as a song (don't go) May not see my brothers, though Please don't test my brothers, though Young as fuck, broke as fuck Sausage roll, gullible Corner store, gas me, though Askin' me which set we from But I get it, we young, we dumb Film a video 'til the sun get done Bitch, them was the good times Bitch, them was the good times Eat it in the hood Bitch, them was the good times Bitch, them was the good times Bitch, them was the good times Special in the hood, hood Bitch, them was the good times It be so fucked up, I be doin' Zoom calls Talkin' with niggas about personal shit I'm like, "Yo, make sure we filmin' this Keep the camera rollin'" That's a toxic relationship That's what our friendship turned into I turn everything into art