Lyrical Breakdown of THERE HE GO - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "THERE HE GO" 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 "THERE HE GO" 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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Huh? (We got London on da Track), okay Look (I'm in London got my beat from London) You know I ain't never had shit (okay) Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed (no Homo) By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh) I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad, sis" (my bad) That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch (uh-huh) I'm a buy a Lambo 'fore this album hit the fans, bitch Tell the valet park my shit at the Front, I'ma hit the gas bitch (let's go) I just did five shows, three days, came out with the bag, bitch (bag) Pockets swole, 45K and a four-five, so I sag, bitch If a fat bitch know how to get some Money, I'll fuck a fat bitch (uh-huh, uh-huh) Gotta show coming up in London and got London on da Track, bitch (yuh) I give a fan a high five in the Airport, she did a backflip (oh my God, ahh) I just went Platinum and I'm coming back like Huh? Okay Looking for me? Huh? Okay Looking for me? Here I go Man, fuck Baby That little nigga in the (salt) She really selling pussy, she act like she selling swimwear (okay) A couple thousand to your name, act like a millionaire But I don't knock your hustle Get it out the mud, I been there (uh-huh) Man, I'm so tired of a nigga talking 'bout who Broke like we ain't all came up from the bottom We came up, I give 'em hope And way before a nigga signed I made a rhyme, I was providing for my side No, I had them low, and they had them high You shop with me, you ain't gotta lie Now a nigga legit, huh Fifty thousand just to walk through and do my one-two on yo bitch, huh And bougie hoes They wanna fuck with me, now I got 'em all on my dick now Like Lil Baby, four pockets all full of money, can't fit now Man, I pull up, niggas howlin' Huh? Okay Looking for me? Huh? Okay Looking for me? Here I go You know I ain't never had shit, okay Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed (no Homo) By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh) I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad, sis" (my bad) That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch