Lyrical Breakdown of Smoke Again - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Smoke Again" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Chance the Rapper feat. Ab-Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Smoke Again" 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 Chance the Rapper feat. Ab-Soul 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 Chance the Rapper feat. Ab-Soul's narrative.

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Acid Rap!

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

Who smokin in my car?

It's that nigga Chano

A.K.A Mr. Bennett

A.K Tony Montano

I've got some folks in low-end

I got some folks in c-note

A.K hundred dinero

You ever seen Casino?

I just got back with 'Bino

I got a bitch but she know

Her friends done did the Dino

That's that Chicago lingo

Flamin' hots with Cheese

And a kiwi Mystic

My dick won't even call her

'Cause she left all that lipstick

Niggas be on dirt

That's why I stay on petty

I know that bangers jam

That's why my hands stay ready

Flip the candy yum

That's the fucking bombest

Lean all on the square

That's a fuckin' rhombus

Talk to 'em on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

Talk to 'em on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Who's sneaking in the club?

That's that youngster rapper

Un-saran wrap the purple

Wrap that blunt under after

Smoke all out the window

Cops could eat a dick

If you ain't the hitter

You just might be the lick

Flame on, flame on

I'm your bitch's ringtone

She like when I rap raps

But better when I sing songs

No Drake, but I get my Trey on

Killin' in the hood like Trayvon

Shoppin' like I got a coupon

Savin' like I got a cape on

Cookin' crack in my apron

Dressed like a nigga had 8 proms

Tell shorty I may change

And I made it and I napalm

Trippy shit to watch

Drugs while on the clock

Acid on the face

That's a work of art

Talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

Talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

And I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

Solo ho ho twerk somethin'

Throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin'

I'm so deaf, I ain't ever heard nothin'

My name herb, take herb, smoke herb (say word?)

How 'bout you? No dap, but I'll take a pound or two

No doubt like Gwen Stefani's group

Let me put my mouth where you potty, boo

(Aaagh!) Yeah

Them niggas pissed, need potty training

They movement shit, that's a potty train

She ain't left yet, but she probably came

We kicked it then I score, soccer game

She was a phony goalie

I got great aim though, don't insult me

I'll give it to ya straight, this is what she told me

My name Solo cause I'm the one and only

She only got you as a nigga on the side

That's a nigga on the side of a side bitch, homie

Then we got out of Dodge, like them Dukes of Hazzard

Music and tabs of Lucy, take your chance with this rapper

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Leave in the AM, on the road again

So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again

I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do (I'm out)