Lyrical Breakdown of CALL IT EVEN - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how DaBaby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "CALL IT EVEN" 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 DaBaby 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 DaBaby's narrative.

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My demons come for me when the lights go off (they do) Hard for me to get good sleep Sometimes I don't know what to do but get the mic, go off This music shit be therapeutic He just got a new gun, but he scared to use it Teach him how to shoot it, get that boy a tutor One day he might need it And I'm not the one to try to understand 'Cause it might get confusin', so let's call it even I just took a jet to see my daddy gravesite A round trip to Cleveland and came back to Charlotte My cougar thirty-six years old, when she ride around, she got the nina I'm not talkin' Cash App (go) I don't jump in no water and back out These niggas gotta see me act out Since a kid, a nigga been the man with the plan I'm a cash cow, yeah Show a nigga money, I'ma go and get the money I ain't goin' in the house until I get it And these niggas know a nigga hungry They ain't seen a real nigga top the charts In different countries in a minute, you get it? I-N-D, she independent You better cover up your eyes, it's double V's inside my pendant VVs in it Pull up in the foreign bumpin' Chris Brown, know I got a RiRi in it But no umbrella COVID-19 fuckin' concerts up, nigga, no Coachella No Rolling Loud Ain't smoked a blunt in six months Daddy died, but I know the nigga proud Cheat on a ho even if she ain't a ho It ain't right, but she still hold it down (loyal) Go ask the check, bitch, I'm loyal I cash the check, give it straight to my lawyer Gas up the jet, we one-way straight to Florida And add some respect to my name, that's an order (what's that?) My demons come for me when the lights go off Hard for me to get good sleep Sometimes I don't know what to do but get the mic, go off This music shit be therapeutic He just got a new gun, but he scared to use it Teach him how to shoot it, get that boy a tutor One day he might need it And I'm not the one to try to understand 'Cause it might get confusin', so let's call it even I just took a jet to see my daddy gravesite A round trip to Cleveland and came back to Charlotte My cougar thirty-six years old When she ride around, she got the nina (go)