Lyrical Breakdown of QUEER - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "QUEER" 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 "QUEER" 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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Skinny boy, skinny boy, where your muscles at? Used to walk to work, eight hours, take the bus back Ain't no time to stop, ain't no time for vacation Y'all all want my spot 'cause you know that I am A1 All these pretty girls, they come runnin' to our faces I could do without, I could move without, I could do myself I get in a rut, I feel depressed, I bang on my chest I say, "Fuck 'em all" 'til I'm dead First off, fuck Dolce & Gabbana (fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Racist mothersuckers tryna be my pana (pana, pana) Put that on me auntie and me mama (mommy, mommy) Grab the Ghost, then I go right back to Ghana (skrrt) I came back again (ayy, ayy), with the platinum (ayy, ayy) To the continent (ayy, ayy), I came back again (ayy, ayy) I came back again (ayy, ayy), with the platinum (ayy, ayy) To the continent (ayy, ayy), I came back again (ayy, ayy) Don't go runnin' your mouth Don't go runnin' your mouth (watch your lip, baby) Don't go runnin' your mouth Don't go runnin' your mouth (w-w-watch your lip, baby) Don't go runnin' your mouth Don't go runnin' your mouth (watch your lip, baby) Don't go runnin' your mouth Don't go runnin' your mouth (w-w-watch your lip, baby) And Waco is far away, I don't even mind As long as you stay right here, right next to my side And Waco is far away, I don't even mind As long as you stay right here, right next to my side Got a lot of things to say that I could never finish Told my mama, "I'll be back, just gotta kill another mission" Gimme 30 seconds, and I'll make off with a billion Every verse a heist for all your underlying feelings Got canaries on the window, smell like roses on the ceiling Oh, what a-, oh what a-, oh, how appealing Candy paint revealing all that bullshit you concealing Fuck what you been hearing, I'm everything they fearing I'm black and smart and sexy, universally appealing Genius what I'm dealing, something they ain't stealing They prohibited the potents, might give you cirrhosis Spaceship doing donuts, it's written, I'm the POTUS I'm focused Don't go runnin' your mouth Don't go runnin' your mouth (watch your lip, baby) Don't go runnin' your mouth Don't go runnin' your mouth (w-w-watch your lip, baby) Don't go runnin' your mouth Don't go runnin' your mouth (watch your lip, baby) Don't go runnin' your mouth Don't go runnin' your mouth (w-w-watch your lip, baby) And Waco is far away, I don't even mind As long as you stay right here, right next to my side And Waco is far away, I don't even mind As long as you stay right here, right next to my side Barre Baby, spilled syrup on my big wheel You could call me lil' nigga with the big crib My lifestyle still the same, just a face lift Silly niggas got me running out of patience My whole life slowly turned into a daydream I hit the bank with a smile on my face, man Pretty women always pullin' at my waistband Used to get arrested, all I get is checks now And Waco is far away, I don't even mind As long as you stay right here, right next to my side And Waco is far away, I don't even mind As long as you stay right here, right next to my side And Waco is far away, I don't even mind As long as you stay right here, right next to my side And Waco is far away, I don't even mind As long as you stay right here, right next to my side