Lyrical Breakdown of EdEddnEddy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Nah, bruh (huh?)

What you talking about, homes?

Ayy, ayy, nigga, Snapchat niggas twisted up real tight

I'm with my motherfucking brothers, nigga (hahaha)

They was representing for Trump real tight

But we in this motherfucker real tight

Nigga, ain't left, everything right

Nigga, I'm tight

Nigga, fuck you talking about?

Bars forever, nigga!

Bars, bars

Me and my two, okay

Me and my two, alright, me and my, okay

Me and my two niggas be like Ed Edd and Eddy

I'm Zack, you AC, that Jessie and Kelly

I pull up to your hood just let me know when you ready

I'm rolling up this dub, finna face it, beheaded, mm-mm

Hold on, chill out, please give me a second

I'm drowsy off a Xan, nigga, legs like spaghetti

Cut all of the bullshit, nigga chop the confetti

You ready? I'm ready, you ready? I'm ready, uh, alright

Never sell weed 'cause I'm smoking too much

I fuck up the pack, I don't fuck with the sack

And I mean the bread come quick

He told me bring him 300, I brought him excuses and like 200 or something

I mean most of y'all niggas love drugs like me

Love me like drugs, bitch, I might be

Yo' love light bulb, turn on lights please

Turn off your cool, I mean, I might freeze

I mean hold on, relax, please give me a chance

I was moving too fast, I ain't hear what you said

We was celebrating life, tryna get to the 'fetti

But me and my two niggas we like Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Ed, Edd, and Eddy (ayy)

Ed, Edd, and Eddy (uh)

Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd, and Eddy (be like)

Ed, Edd, and Eddy (uh)

Ed, Edd, and Eddy (yeah)

Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd, and Eddy