Lyrical Breakdown of back to the moon - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "back to the moon" 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 "back to the moon" 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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If you ain't still with me, don't do what I do
Think he the one, but he really the two
Better get low when I hit at your crew
I'm sendin' the cleaners through
I'm barely not sober, they thinkin' it's over
Ain't nobody seen my move
They sent me down like I went outer space
Now I gotta go back to the moon
And I'm right back on the shrooms
I'm geekin' up like it ain't nothin' to lose
Two months, I'm back on the move
Right back in the club, throwin' racks in the pool
I'm 'bout to start actin' a fool
It's just you and me, and you know who I choose
You knew this would happen, you cut out the crew
I'm talkin' to me and not you
I missed out on millions and millions
That money is gone
Ain't get no compensation, ain't no conversation
For niggas, we ready to roll
Let's get back to the basic, main reason they fakin'
'Cause I done been fuckin' they hoes
Only reason you say it 'cause somebody said it
You suckin' they dick and they toes
You get caught, gotta know how it go
'Cause this shit could get tricky for sure
Rich enough to get put in a hole
Got a crew, but I been all alone
I been drivin' the car from the back
Takin' pictures of pieces in back of the Rolls
And I think the lil' boy wanna cook so
So let's crank up the beef and get back to the shows
In Miami, we BP the boat
Put the bulletproof back on the road
Been a minute, it's been so long
Ever wondered that I was doin' wrong
I'll tell ya, "Hold up, I'm switchin' up the tone"
Man, you niggas couldn't see me with the song
If a nigga don' never see me
Probably wouldn't even be rappin' all along
And Young Gunna didn't get a season
You niggas that never put it on
I couldn't stop, I gave what was needed
Yeah, I know y'all, wouldn't wanna put me on
Kept it cool, but they got me heated
And I'm 'bout to show 'em how it go
At the river, I show 'em how it flow
At the show, and they knowin' my M-O
If you ain't fuck with me, don't do what I do
Think he the one, but he really the two
Better get low when I hit at your crew
I'm sendin' the cleaners through
I'm barely not sober, they thinkin' it's over
You niggas ain't seen my move
They sent me down like I went outer space
Now I gotta go back to the moon
Nigga, back over the trees
And niggas still rollin', we back on the east
I'm still havin' soldiers that handle the needs
The Benjamins givin' them ease
You talkin' at rats, we put all on that cheese
We havin' some lemons to squeeze
I let your BM do whatever I please
You know she do good on her knees
I finally discovered the Breeze
I'm glad I can see I'm the one they discussin'
It ain't 'bout that money, you got me disgusted
You like it, then he gotta love it
He hope I stood down just to get up and close
To a nigga 'cause I'm up above it
My homie keep beggin' to clean up
A couple of niggas, but ain't really budgin'
Gotta watch for the law, so
I really can't talk to you niggas, but fuck it
I'm a real boss and I gotta be cautious
'Cause niggas don't keep it one hunna
It ain't my fault that
I had to fall out with you niggas, but fuck it
Ain't havin' time to be talkin'
Rest of them niggas, come see me in public
You can't be trustin', you gotta watch out for you people
'Cause shit'll get ugly, and you can be lucky
If you can look out for your people
When he ain't had nothin' and tried to make somethin'
We lookin' through hay for a needle
When you ever fall down and your back hit the ground
Better pray to the gods you don't need 'em, yeah
If you don't fuck with me, don't do what I do
Think he the one, but he really the two
Better get low when I hit at your crew
I'm sendin' the cleaners through
I'm barely not sober, they thinkin' it's over
You niggas ain't seen my move
They sent me down like I went outer space
Now I gotta go back to the moon