Lyrical Breakdown of Bachelor - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bachelor" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gunna weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bachelor" 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 Gunna 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 Gunna's narrative.

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Really (ah), do you ever think about me? Really, if you're honest with me I'd like to say it's two-way (ah) Do you ever think about me? Really, if you're honest with me I'd like to say it's two-way (hmm) (Makers) Who else you thinkin' 'bout? I can't be callin' your phone every day Fuck is you thinkin' 'bout This shit ain't loyal, then it's gonna spoil your heart, like the trash, you can take it out Quit makin' up shit to complain about, she lay on the couch, I'm all in her crotch We fuck, then we break up, we fuck, then we make up, we fuck, then we break up and make up We fucked in Jamaica, we fucked at Bojangle, we fucked in the back of Bottega I ordered the check up, I'm over the radar, now you chasing that pussy, not paper I slow it all down with the maple, you know I got too many flavors And she fell in love with her neighbor If I hit it once, then I hit it again Face and her body a ten, hair blowin' in the wind Stoppin' in town and I beat that shit down, and I'm back on the road again She come on the low with her friends She know I got hoes like I'm Prince They printed, I get it, I got every penny, you know I got plenty of Benji's Fuck in that new condominium, we on the balcony, we looking over the city She know she gotta come drip to get just like a bachelor, we never showin' no pity You got a business then I gotta be the ambassador, we got it started in Philly Who else you thinkin' 'bout? I can't be callin' your phone every day Fuck is you thinkin' 'bout This shit ain't loyal, then it's gonna spoil your heart, like the trash, you can take it out Quit makin' up shit to complain about, she lay on the couch, I'm all in her crotch We fuck, then we break up, we fuck, then we make up, we fuck, then we break up and make up We fucked in Jamaica, we fucked at Bojangle, we fucked in the back of Bottega I ordered the check, up I'm over the radar, you chasing that pussy, not paper I slow it all down with the maple, you know I got too many flavors Young Gunna got too many flavors, they all sittin' pretty with white on they toes High-end designer the clothes, ridin' back of the Rolls That my lil' yat, I love fuckin' her face (yeah) When it come to that throat, she G.O.A.T. (she G.O.A.T.) She swallowin' all of it, she don't choke I'm pullin' up on her for sure (for sure) I peep that she want it, ain't give me no warnin', we all gon' fuck if she horny Had a few shots and I took her right back to the spot and I gave her the dick 'til the mornin' She like a shirt, I been flippin' her inside and out, our sex'll never get borin' (get borin') She said she think about me every time I leave out, she need to keep on recording Who else you thinkin' 'bout? I can't be callin' your phone every day Fuck is you thinkin' 'bout This shit ain't loyal, then it's gonna spoil your heart, like the trash, you can take it out Quit makin' up shit to complain about, she lay on the couch, I'm all in her crotch We fuck, then we break up, we fuck, then we make up, we fuck, then we break up and make up We fucked in Jamaica, we fucked at Bojangle, we fucked in the back of Bottega I ordered the check, up I'm over the radar, you chasing that pussy, not paper I slow it all down with the maple, you know I got too many flavors (Run that back Turbo) Really (ah), do you ever think about me? Really, if you're honest with me I'd like to say it's two-way (Ah) do you ever think about me? Really, if you're honest with me I'd like to say it's two-way Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh