Lyrical Breakdown of SEX - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "SEX" 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 "SEX" 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, that's cool And I take a chunk of it, some of it Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) I done came down, bumpin' flexy Niggas all around me, lookin' sexy Locked in the crib, smokin' on some shit Got a nigga seein' stars, that's just how a nigga live These birds seem like they're goin' nowhere these days Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah) Turn me up, I'm tryna get in tune with the DJ Yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah Sim Simma, who got the keys to my Beamer? Young rich nigga steppin' in the arena Baby girl a dreamer, give me brain like Eureka I'm absorbin' everything around me now, amoeba You know I'm that nigga, did you get amnesia? Spinnin' in San Marcos, shout out Pauline with the pizza I'm the diarrhea, fold 'em like tortilla Stayin' on my toes, baby, ballin' ballerina Who you think you talking to? I got no idea TV on paprika, smokin' anaesthesia Hit 'em with the cleaner, young street sweeper Sound gettin' meaner, while a nigga gettin' greener Easy with the teeth before you choke on this dick Michiko Malandro on the run, smoke off the lips (straight off the lips) I ain't sayin' no names since it cut me a check (cut me a check) Baby up in Villa and I love the whole set Let it sit (let it sit) Got the glitter (got the glitter) Oh, your thick lil' thighs got a grip on me (got a grip) Watch you ride on me, lil' bitch slide on me (slide) Pullin' out, then bust it open, let her shimmy on me (uh, uh-uh) Push it (uh), push it (yeah), push it just like this Shake it, shake it, shake it out the dress (out the dress) She going straight to my head Meet me on the bed Kick off my kicks She fiend for the dick Spit on the tip Spit in her mouth Cum on the couch I don't give a fuck Take you to the steam room, rinse off the nut Bitch, we goin' nuts, bitch 'bout to bust Me and all my dogs stayin' up Sleep is for the weak, so I tweak goin' dumb You know I get down You know I get down Y-you know I get down You know I get down Y-you know I get down You know I get down Y-you know Smack that, when she playin' Buju in the motherfucking hatchback How you throwin' all that ass expectin' me to catch that? Knew you tryna tell me with that Tennessee accent This a crazy story, wait a minute, let me backtrack She just told me grip up on her shoulders, make her back crack Said her pussy water, I'm a dog and I'ma lap that Heard me hit that high note, I kiss on her and she match that She said, "What you talkin' boy, I'm sick of all the backchat" Does your man even exist? Lil' bitch, I ain't seen him yet Tear that ass up, make your man do the renovate Slim thick and she finna hit like a cigarette Take you where you want, like my Glock if you take the stick ¿Señorita, qué lo qué? (¿Qué lo qué?) Ooh lil' mami, wish I knew what you said (I wish I knew) She Boriqua with the braids I guess she a genius way she do it with the brain Throw it 'til you're tappin' out, throw it 'til your back blow out Throw it like you Tarzan, this big dick you swingin' on Ass ripple like avalanche, dancin', I'm skiin' on it Hit my cup slow to this, drop it low to this No, I don't miss the bitch, 'cause I don't miss, bitch Hit my cup slow to this, drop it low to this No, I don't miss the bitch, 'cause I don't miss, bitch You know I get down You know I get down Y-you know I get down You know I get down Y-you know I get down You know I get down Y-you know