Lyrical Breakdown of TO THE MOON (Gunna Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "TO THE MOON (Gunna Remix)" 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 "TO THE MOON (Gunna Remix)" 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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Sit by myself
Talking to the moon
Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up (brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, tryna get to you)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)
Uh-huh, slatt, pull up, the P's gon' turn up
I smoke out the P, Biscotti weed, I burn up
Real flesh on me, I bought her the brand-new Rover
I get in that jeans, wet water like Pepsi-Cola
Ah-ah, I got an old cougar
Fine brown, give me that brown sugar
Thom Browne, drip in your town, hold up
Gunna got now, we make the world turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Cashmere turtle, yeah, I finna her get her
My baby a flirter, I let her get away with murder
Just like the front burner, I ain't got no scrubs in my circle
Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up (brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, tryna get to you)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)
Huh, fly to France, and we can spend time in the Louvre, magical time with you
Jump in the coupe, then take a flight back to Corse, part of the side on my boots
I got baddies on mind, been in love since I dropped moods, I fuck my bitches in twos
I got plan on my line, how the fuck can I lose? If I won't come out my shoes
Jacket Moncler, in my town I'm pushin' that P
I'm out, send 40 for the fee, might just cop a bando by the sea
I spend another month in L.A., just a fucked a French bitch from the bay
And from Senegal, je ne parles pas le Français, yeah-yee
Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up (brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, tryna get to you)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)
(Tryna get to you)
(Tryna get to)