Lyrical Breakdown of Astronauts - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Astronauts" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Future weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Astronauts" 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 Future 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 Future's narrative.
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Just like an astronaut
We don't detox
Yeah
Playing in the mud, all these drugs
Like a weirdo (yeah-yeah)
One of a kind, VVS diamond on my earlobe
Hop in that 'Rari I drive fast I'm a a-hole (skrrt)
I got cashflow, bitch droppin' the ass low
Ride dick like a lasso
40 on me, it's fuego hot
Give you a halo
At your neck, ready or not
Me and Pluto astronauts
Alien, I'm not a regular guy
Emilio Pucci, not regular fly
It's been a year since I went in the mall
I'm not a regular guy
We put them beans on a semi you better be ready to die
I got on wings like a Bentley, I feel way too high
Left the sticker on the window still got the paper tag
Louis Vuitton bandana, too many shopping bags
Richard Mille or the Rollie it don't tick-tock
Hermes bandana just like 2Pac
My little brother he a scammer, ride with 2 choppas
We want ecstasy and codeine, we don't detox
Balenciaga's on my feet these ain't no Reebok's
I grew up a bad kid, coulda been on The Boondocks
I keep my hand on my tool, ah
Clip look like a ruler
I roll with them shooters, shooters
Ain't with the talking, we just do it
Stripper bitch, big ol' booty
Your hoe dirty, she got cooties
Big ol' 30, and it'll do you
Uh, I shoot that shit like a movie
White bitch nerdy, her name Susie, uh
The bitch head game go stupid, uh
Birkin bag on my back hold the uzi, uh
Two Percs to the face, I'm booted
Blood in my hands, blood in my eyes
Codeine in my cup, money on my mind
Gonna take this Percocet and try and see stars
Presently, they askin' young niggas I got bars
Hope you never get to murder solvin' like nothin' wrong
Hope, the day you run into your opps, you get 'em goin'
I be with my Chi town brothers, Al Capone
Me and Juice killin these niggas like they got they hands down
Blood in my hands, blood in my eyes
Blood in my cup, blood on my bands
Made a million dollars in abandoned buildings
Drinking out the bottle you abandon my feelings
I took three 10s and went hasta luego
Juice WRLD prolly in that 'Rari actin a a-hole
I with some bartenders, they bad like J-Lo
Keep the cannon like a tummy tuck, pushin' yayo
Blow my head off, she deserve Chanel coco
I got dirty bands, I'm getting my El Chapo
I drive fast, I'm a a-hole
I got cashflow, bitch droppin' that ass low
Ride dick like a lasso
40 on me, it's fuego hot
Give you a halo
At your neck, ready or not
Me and Pluto astronauts
I got bands, hasta luego
I got cashflow, bitch droppin' the ass low
Ride that shit like my last hoe
Chopper on me, I'm B.G. hot
Give you a halo
At your neck, ready or not
Me and Juice astronauts