Lyrical Breakdown of Sun - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sun" 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 "Sun" 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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Soundin' like dreams, man Soundin' like dreams, man Soundin' like dreams, man Soundin'- I got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit Niggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands 'Cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit I got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit If it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans, I'm layin' outside of your crib Or in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick Put up a middle finger, scream "Fuck the world" while my other hand's on my dick You ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls, all that complementin' nigga shit Leave a comment or you leave it to me, I send you to another world with this stick Magic wand, bitch, the work in my wrist Magic Johnson, I'm sick with assists Bron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six God's son, got the sun in my fist God's son got a gun Bet he pop it, you drop it and run Ain't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets Niggas play with my profit, he done Nigga play with my partner, he dumb And you must not know where we from Let the heat dump when you come in these slums Came in the ski mask, he could leave slumped Seen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh I could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh You a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum' I can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm' (huh) I can eat a rap bitch up (whoa) Don't like me, don't give no fucks Got J.I.D in the back with a what? You a real freak, gotta show me sum' Make a nigga break bread like he owe me some Ain't got no dick, you can blow me Ride through the city with a nigga real lowkey Met the bitch once, but the ho don't know me Back to back callin', a nigga annoyin' Runnin' these bitches, I'm tired (she tired) All of these bitches fast food, all of these bitches be fried I blocked the nigga, I don't have the time Tiffany set just to show off the grind Do what I want, but, you'll never be mine I am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde Oh, shit I got some questions, don't got the answers We had to find us another way Lately, I ain't been trustin', peepin' the slander That don't do nothin' but motivate Don't nobody can pass or control the hate Call me J.I.D, ho, what's a protege? Better watch what you sayin' 'cause how we play it Bullets singin', it won't be a lucky day Just an unholy night when they on the way Man, I hope no indictments is on the way We can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case Keep the sentences lighter, it's stoned away 'Cause we battlin' life through the order You givin' your heart, but not even the song safe Told my dawg on the street to be smart on your back as a target He said, "Boy, you know I'm straight" (damn) But, I know he ain't So I know to pray Life fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady Damn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy Now, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin' People watchin', money waitin' World spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, whoa Full moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin' Me and shawty havin' conversation, askin' me about my occupation What it's like and her friend want an invitation Maybe, I can pull off a combination While I'm plottin' world domination, overtakin' Ain't underrated, ain't overrated Ain't even made it, niggas still hatin' Said I fall off, but they still waitin' JID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin' Cole told me I should quit the playin' Then he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin' (Appreciate it, my boy,that shit on the way too) Motivation, let me know, I got some more to make it Never holdin' on to information, niggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans Takin' spots, niggas holdin' places, ain't forgot about you hoes hatin' Ain't forgot about them conversations in the barbershops, I should go and fade 'em Niggas still ain't let me cover FADER, BET won't give me nomination That's a B-E-T, I'm goin' crazy over everything until the cycle changes That ain't even really complicated, I am not the plaintiff, I am not complainin' Feel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet, on a team of flows like I'm Martha blankin' Everybody that was sleepin', thank you, it's all covered like the bar's a blanket All rubber to the road, smotherin' the globe, gotta make it home, crank it With the trophy like I left a banquet, under pressure, never overthinkin' Overstressin', but I'm takin' my seat at the table, I'm not finna play with you Bitches always talkin' 'bout, they doin' this and they doin' that I'on ever see bitches doin' nothin' I'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank I'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money I'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (aw) Move the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch