Lyrical Breakdown of Holy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Holy" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chance the Rapper weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Holy" 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 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's narrative.
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I hear a lot about sinners
Don't think that I'll be a saint
But I might go down to the river
'Cause the way that the sky opens up when we touch
Yeah, it's makin' me say
The way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
Oh God
Runnin' to the altar like a track star
Can't wait another second
'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Feels so holy
I don't do well with the drama
And no, I can't stand it bein' fake
No, no, no, no, no, no-no-no
I don't believe in nirvana
'Cause the way that we love in the night gave me life
Baby, I can't explain
The way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
(Yes, oh God) Oh God
Runnin' to the altar like a track star
Can't wait another second
The way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Feels so holy
They say we're too young and
The pimps and the players say, "Don't go crushin'"
Wise men say, "Fools rush in"
But I don't know (ah-ah, ah, ah)
They say we're too young and
The pimps and the players say, "Don't go crushin'"
Wise men say, "Fools rush in"
But I don't know
The first step pleases the Father
Might be the hardest to take
But when you come out of the water
I'm a believer, my heart is fleshy
Life is short with a temper like Joe Pesci
They wanna come and sing Your praises, Your name is catchy
But they don't see you how I see you, Parlay and Desi
Cross, Tween, Tween, Hesi' hit the jet speed
If they get messy, go lefty, like Lionel Messi
Let's take a trip and get the Vespas or rent a jet-ski
I know the spots that got the best weed, we goin' next week
I wanna honor, wanna honor You
I'm my father's child
I know when the son takes the first steps, the Father's proud
If you make it to the water, He will part the clouds
I know He made you a snack like Oscar Proud
Suffer it to be, so now gotta clean it up
Formalize the union, in communion He can trust
I know I ain't leavin' you like I know He ain't leavin' us
I know we believe in God, and I know God believes in us
The way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
(It feels so) feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (it feels so)
It feels so holy