Lyrical Breakdown of Phone - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Phone" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Phone" 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 Chief Keef 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 Chief Keef's narrative.
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I ain't have no sleep in bout a week
Just got your thottie to my house shes bout to freak
I'm fucking with whoever ride with me
Is you gon blow your pistol boy we's bout to see
I dont owe you boy I got here on my own
Back in them days I was out here on my own
Now these boys dont like I'm on the throne
Ain't no peace treaties boy dont call my phone
Smookin on Tooka with my click clack for the chi-chat
Fuck nigga you better get back before your ass get wet
Niggas all about that chi-chat over that iner-nat
I ain't with that damn chi-chat on that iner-nat
Blammin at these fuck niggas like "Bow, Bow, Bang"
And I got them damn wow-wow's in my chain
And I got them damn wow-wow's in my earrings
Finna get them damn wow-wow's on some rings
Put some wow-wow's on that range
Put some wow-wow-wow's on that motherfucking Bama
Hoes say I talk like im from Ala-Bama
Nah bitch this ain't country grammer
Jackson just like Samuel
Did you read the motherfucking manual
Lemme check my schedule
Choppa go dududuh let go
I ain't have no sleep in bout a week
Just got your thottie to my house shes bout to freak
I'm fucking with whoever ride with me
Is you gon blow your pistol boy we's bout to see
I dont owe you boy I got here on my own
Back in them days I was out here on my own
Now these boys dont like I'm on the throne
Ain't no peace treaties boy dont call my phone