Lyrical Breakdown of WITH MY KIN - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "WITH MY KIN" 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 "WITH MY KIN" 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, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You are laughing with yo' friends
I keep mobbin' with my kin
Back and forth, don't let them niggas in
I know some things some niggas don't
You are laughing with your friends
I keep mobbin' with my kin
Back and forth, don't let them niggas in
I know some things they don't
On that cheap scale
Movin' back and forth like a refill
Something 'bout the niggas that can't be helped
All you niggas moving like some cheap stuff
Need a free man
I rolled double, you gon' have to pick me up
And should I die on the way, I hope to God they pick me up
Oh, yes, I mask what I'm feeling, you gon' have to add it up
Some say they really know theyselves, I'm still a stranger to myself
Wildin' by the pool house, come and bring your shoot out
Who that spilling Kool-Aid? Ain't she body surfing
I can't see the distance, I should keep it off me
Fifth six in a foreign ceiling
Up at nights, I'm a bad boy
Reel 'em in with some catnip
Moving quick like an asteroid
Still sipping through the mixed feelings
Still goin' through the pages
Hanging on, a lil' dangerous, hanging on, a lil' dangerous
Real big shoes to fill
I learned the bigger the house, you know, the bigger the bills
And like Beyoncé say, it's always bills, bills, bills
That's how I feel, feel, feel
I send my money and love, but I ain't been home in years
I know my momma is good, I know my daddy is lonely
He be holding the phone, and don't say shit when he call me
(That's all I have, that's as far as I got)
Go ahead and walk away (Hey, hey, hey!)
You and I both hurt, these sins don't wash away (Hey, hey, hey!)
I don't really wanna talk today (Hey, hey, hey!)
Never have enough time when I start to have a lot to say (Hey, hey, hey!)
It's complicated, conversations, uncomfortable, secrets in it
Too scared of myself, too scared of the truth
enough runs through when I'm empty again
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Suddenly left me again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah