Lyrical Breakdown of Black Girl Memoir - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Black Girl Memoir" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Doechii weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Black Girl Memoir" 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 Doechii 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 Doechii's narrative.
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Ooh, ooh
Ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh
Smoke some dope forget the drama (smoke some dope)
Get your bank and make your comma (to make it go)
Away, away
Smoke some dope forget the drama (smoke some dope)
Get your bank and make your comma (to make it go)
Away, away
(Smoke some dope)
When I get older I want the money and power so I can
(Make it go away, make it go away)
(Smoke some dope)
When I get older I want to move out the country so I can
(Make it go away, make it go away)
I wish I wasn't dark so I could look like 'Yoncé
I wish I had a big ego like Kanye
Then maybe I could spit three stacks like André
And we ain't gotta walk three blocks to do laundry, or I could be Erykah
Sing about the moon and astral 'ject out of 'Merica
Huff and puff my way off the bus, light a blunt to euphoria
That's, fair enough, it's fair for me, I could get a degree
I could be anything, I can do anything
I could be anything, I can do anything
Smoke some dope forget the drama (smoke some dope)
Get your bank and make your comma (to make it go)
Away, away
Smoke some dope forget the drama (smoke some dope)
Get your bank and make your comma (to make it go)
Away, away
Please don't fuck with me
This head on my shoulder's been weighed down with a hundred beads
I'm combin' out my trauma like my mama do beedeebees
A hot comb'll hit you with third degree
Burns around your neck for making moves that you shouldn't be
Laced up nigga I got be, ought to be
Everything my father was not to me
Fuck the private school lunch ladies
The crackers who wouldn't play with me
Bitches who tried to jump me for believing I was something
Just don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me
'Cause you can be anything, anything, 'cause you can be
Smoke some dope forget the drama (fuck is up? This is not a bluff)
Get your bank and make your comma (it's a stick-a-up)
(Pick it up, nigga, rake it up, nigga pick your bluff)
Away (pick it up, push your fuckin' luck, it's a stick-a-up)
Away (dig it up, nigga, dig it up, it's a stick-a-up)
Smoke some dope forget the drama (I said, fuck is up? This is not a bluff)
Get your bank and make your comma (it's a stick-a-up)
(Pick it up, nigga, rake it up, nigga, pick it up)
Away (pick it up, push your fuckin' luck, it's a stick-a-up)
Away (dig it up, nigga, dig it up, it's a stick-a-)
I said, fuck is up? This is not a bluff, it's a stick-a-up
Pick it up, nigga, rake it up, nigga, pick your bluff
Pick it up, push your fuckin' luck, it's a stick-a-up
Dig it up, nigga, dig it up, it's a stick-a-up