Lyrical Breakdown of Bust a Move - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bust a Move" 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 "Bust a Move" 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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Slime Dive Let's dive in Let's lock it in (ayy, Brandon, man, why you-?) Ayy, bank accounts gon' shrink up, yeah Every time we link up (no way) I'm her baby, I'm her baby (yeah) We did it 68, fuck 69, yeah Yes, I'm her baby, yeah, let's go We did a 68, fuck 69, yeah (woah) Well, I'm just sayin', yeah, uh (I'm just sayin') No, I'm not trippin', boy, go live your life, yeah (go live your life) No, I'm not dumb, no, yeah But where I'm from, you get shot 60 times, yeah (brrt) I spend a hundred, I can't drop a dime, yeah (no way) If you from the gutter, you gon' read the signs, yeah Okay, I never talk to police I got me a bad bitch and she straight from Belize, uh I had to fly the bitch in Put her right on a jet, but she basic to me, yeah (let's go) Wasn't even at the crib when she landed I made the bitch wait for the D' (I did) She lick it up like she rollin' the blunt So I made that girl face it for me (let's go, yeah) I fucked that bitch but she already taken, I'm in the 'Rari, I'm racin' Different color stones on my neck (yeah), how can you say that I'm racist? (Woo) One-of-one for these, no, these not Ray-Bans, I got these straight from RiRi I ain't even go in my savings, my money older than Reagan Why the fuck these niggas hating? (Why?) These niggas really too broke (yes) I just got 40 million from Roc Nation, nigga, no, that's not a joke (at all) Big strawberry ice cream diamonds on my neck, chopper got Banana Boat (yeah) Pull up with a Rolls-Royce Cullinan on these niggas, white like brick of coke (yeah) All my bitches out LA, they like to flick on they nose, yeah (woah) Tell the plug I'm on the way, my boys need a brick of the dope, yeah All these diamonds on my neck, I'd fuck around, sink in the ocean (woah) Countin' up all these blue checks, I swear that I need some lotion (yeah) Can I jump inside your pool? Okay, bool, fools, for-for freaks, I'm a fool (I'm a fool) I left codeine on your dresser, I ain't forget my tool (too much codeine) That's how you knew I was going to bust a move (brrt) I'm dripping mud on my shoes, yeah, got slatts by the twos Switchin' out Jimmy Choos, I don't play by the rules, yeah I done spilled on your crew, gotta keep a mop on me too, yeah Feel like a god changin' my bezel in a small place, I'm with the devil, yeah Bodies on bodies, we goin' crazy, crazy Mexico bae, bando late, wherever we go, you know we gotta play Do that shit right, you know you gettin' paid, you know you gettin' paid She toppin' me off, she do it so great A real big boss, she know how I play I can't take a loss so I fuck her in the face I'm gettin' to the paper, now I'm who she chase Bustdown her neck like that shit wasn't okay Put your carats in, you're one hundred K Any problems, throw a hundred on the case You know the move, buy back the case I sip the mud every single damn day I'm seein' so much hate around my way Ice on freezer, 30 below Ice on the pussy, you know how it glow 300 hitters, they ready to blow Keep it one thousand and keep it uncut You gotta meet a nigga at the dock I'm 'bout to do a 360 in your spot 'Bout to do a 360 turnin' off the lot 'Bout to do a windmill in your thot See, I'm her baby She gon' be there for me a trillion billion times Yes, I'm a grinder, girl And I get higher than the moonlight Can I jump inside your pool? Okay, bool, fools, for-for freaks, I'm a fool I left codeine on your dresser, I ain't forget my tool That's how you knew I was going to bust a move (ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?) Can I jump inside your pool? Okay, bool, fools, for-for freaks, I'm a fool Tool, woah, yeah