Lyrical Breakdown of Shorty - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shorty" 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 "Shorty" 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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Shorty, uh, shorty
Boo, yeah
(Shorty, shorty, uh, shorty, shorty, uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Shorty, shorty, uh, shorty, shorty, uh)
The tsunami warning has been issued (I got mars, 40 on me)
Take your time, shorty (time)
Don't be in a rush, shorty (don't even rush)
Study around shorty (study around)
Bust shit down, shorty (bust shit down)
Man go down, shorty (man go down, shorty)
Take the police, shorty
On high speed, shorty
Molly, I'm geeked, shorty
Can't feel my teeth, shorty
New car, no keys, shorty
Gucci on my fleece, shorty
You ain't hit no stain with me, then naw
You ain't gon' eat, shorty
That's on NLMB, shorty (hahaha)
That's who I be, shorty (gang, gang)
Gonna go bad, fill up a bag
Make me go mad, shorty (yeah)
Pullin' off on the popo (skrrt)
They can't catch me, in that 'Rari (yeah)
Pullin' off with your hoe
I might put her on the back of them jetski (Yeah, yeah)
Money be constantly changing niggas
Money be constantly changing bitches
The money'll change a nigga
We treat the money like its a religion
Convicted to the hood, malicious for the hood
Finnessin' for the hood, came from nothing out the mud
Pour the cups up with 'Tuss, shorty
Money ain't enough for shorty
I pass the gun to my shorty, uh
He shoot the shit out your shorty, uh
I'm a Chicago baby, uh
Where it get bloody and gory, uh
Bro put his brains on the pavement, uh
I hate fuck niggas, I'm racist, uh
Hunnid, hunnid in the choppa, grrah
You gon' take it all (yeah, ya dig?)
Headshots, ain't aimin' at legs
It's your time to die, shorty
Take your time, shorty (time)
Don't be in a rush, shorty (don't even rush)
Study around shorty (study around)
Bust shit down, shorty (bust shit down)
Man go down, shorty (man go down)
Shorty, uh, shorty, uh
Take the police, shorty
On high speed, shorty