Lyrical Breakdown of Never Gon Lose - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Never Gon Lose" 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 "Never Gon Lose" 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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Yeah This bitch from Australia and I'm an alien (808 Mafia) I sip out a cup of this shit, it's so muddy, but I love it, baby When I jump out the whip, when I hop out the whip then I'm fresh in the latest I do what I want, and I smoke 'til I'm faded I drink 'til I pass out, I wake up and drink up again I pour up again and again I said I wasn't gon' fuck with that bitch, then I fucked her again I scream out the gutter and the sewer, the streets turned a boy to a man I nodded off with that Ruger, I took your bitch to Aruba She fuck with Super 'cause she got that super When I say super, that's young Super Future We never gon' lose, we never gon' lose Never gon' lose 'cause these bitches gon' choose These bitches gon' be who they is Walkin' and talkin' like classy You a hoe to your heart, you a hoe to your heart You know I'll be workin' that boy, I'ma pour it Servin' that boy out the back of the yard Fuck on your hoe, I'm just playin' my cards Whip after whip put up in the garage Sip on the lean like a fifth of the dark Hop in the Spur, then might hop in the Porsche Telly then rally and gather the squad Yeah, girl eat the squad Me and my niggas so motherfuckin' tight You can't even tell us apart Fuck a bitch every single damn night Ain't nothin' but an avatar Valet the car on the curb like I'm swervin' on alcohol Get to poppin' them Percocets and Xanax like they some Tylenol I remember nights in Europe sayin' we ain't fallin' off I'm on a lot of green, we gotta have some green When I hit the plane and I board it I got a magazine with no Visine Just ridin' around with this .40 She gon' thug for me, she gon' thug for me In Ohio, that's my shorty We ain't playin' around These diamond rings gon' go upside your noggin You see they try sabotage me, then copy They wasn't playin' fair no-no, no-no, no-no Bitch is a bozo, she clown in the photos We sell that coco, you talkin' to po-po You know that's a no, though, you know that's a no-no Know that's a no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no Came at the door, pour, serve out the paddy door Bitch I'm your man and your daddy, hoe Panty droppers had no panties on Bitch, you steppin' in, no panties on Back with these stallions, back-to-back, back, back-to-back with these stallions Like she trunk after trunk, I just carry on Got the sack on me, now I just carry it Got some M's in New Orleans, I buried it For the cash and some M's, I'll marry it See the way they just jumped on the bandwagon Went bought a G-Wagen 56 nights, I had to get at it Mayweather, Pacquiao, nigga, we still at it Get up and get at it, guns like I'm Bin Laden (Bin Laden) I sip out a cup of this shit, it's so muddy, but I love it, baby When I jump out the whip, when I hop out the whip then I'm fresh in the latest I do what I want, and I smoke 'til I'm faded I drink 'til I pass out, I wake up and drink up again I pour up again and again I said I wasn't gon' fuck with that bitch, then I fucked her again I scream out the gutter and the sewer, the streets turned a boy to a man I nodded off with that Ruger, I took your bitch to Aruba She fuck with Super 'cause she got that super When I say super, that's young Super Future We never gon' lose, we never gon' lose Woo These bitches gon' choose We never gon' lose