Lyrical Breakdown of Jet Lag - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Jet Lag" 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 "Jet Lag" 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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I just got a jug, I just got a jug, juug, jug
I just called the plug (Uh), I just called the plug, plug, plug
These niggas floss these niggas floss
These niggas flossing ayy, let's go
I take off, no jet lag
Spend that shit, then make it back
I just may walk up in sacks
50 bands in a bag
I got a hundred, double that
Big ol' gun in a duffel bag
Still got niggas on the block, yeah
If we go broke, it's back to that
Jug all day just to keep the lights on
I would jug all day every day
I was tryna get good always, all work, no play, just jug
I can't fuck you right now, no I gotta jug
Poppin' me up, drugs
Got a bad bitch like Meagan Good
Choppa long like a golf club
Hold that bitch like Tiger Woods
Fuck your bitch, I might as well
I heard that her pussy good
Aww, ride in the Range, ride in the Rover
I'm switchin' lanes, losing composure
Rollie on me, no tick-tick-tick-tick-tick you know your time is over
Gun in the bag, it go shh-shh-shh, you know it's a silence on it
Money machine, it go tick-tick-tick-tick-tick keep your composure
My niggas brazy as hell, shoot up your spot and laugh
I take off, no jet lag
Spend that shit, then make it back
I just may walk up in sacks
50 bands in a bag
I got a hundred, double that
Big ol' gun in a duffel bag
Still got niggas on the block, yeah
If we go broke, it's back to that
Jug all day just to keep the lights on
I would jug all day every day
I was tryna get good always, all work, no play, just jug
I can't fuck you right now, no I gotta jug
I'm the Jug King
Got a million dollars worth of eliante on everything
Half of these rappers be fake I know
'Cause niggas got fake chains (pussy)
I cook dope on beats so every verse I write cocaine
And I don't ride waves, I ride cars and airplanes
I take off, no jet lag
Lost half a mil' and jugged it back
I sell pounds out trash bags
Wrapped my money in seran wrap
You own your block, yeah that's cap
How you a boss and sellin' sacks?
Street get money like 16 ways
So nigga I don't depend on rap (skirt) ayy, skrr, skrr
Can I get a little skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr I'm cookin' dope
Skrr, skrr skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
I'm the mothafuckin' GOAT
I take off, no jet lag
Spend that shit, then make it back
I just may walk up in sacks
50 bands in a bag
I got a hundred, double that
Big ol' gun in a duffel bag
Still got niggas on the block, yeah
If we go broke, it's back to that
Jug all day just to keep the lights on
I would jug all day, everyday
I was tryna get good always, all work, no play, just jug
I can't fuck you right now, no I gotta jug
I just got a jug, I just got a jug, jug, jug
I just called the plug, I just called the plug, plug, plug
Fuckin' up the racks in sacks fifth
Space coupe, it came with a pink slip
The Goyard filled with blue strips
Spend the chip like a big pimp
Takin' a Wraith, not no jet lag
I put Chanel on my bitch purse
I'm takin' off with her Hermès
All through the door, call her Birkin
Richard Mille ain't got no tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Go and spend it all, ain't no worry
Got the whole world drinkin' dirty (Dirty)
That's your old girl, then we splurgin' (Splurge)
Perfectin' my job and it's new goals
Certified stones on my new ho
All solid, all solid stones
Cuban link on my collarbone
Skeleton AP, the two-tone
I wear it at night, turn the lights off
I take off on the jet, nigga
With a hundred bands and a TEC, nigga
I take off, no jet lag
Spend that shit, then make it back
I just may walk up in sacks
50 bands in a bag
I got a hundred, double that
Big ol' gun in a duffel bag
Still got niggas on the block, yeah
If we go broke it's back to that
Jug all day just to keep the lights on
I would jug all day, everyday
I was tryna get good always, all work, no play, just jug
I can't fuck you right now, no I gotta jug
Juggin' all day, just to keep the lights on
Juggin' all day, every day
Juggin' all day, keep the lights on
Spendin' all day, every day