Lyrical Breakdown of Welcome Back - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Welcome Back" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Welcome Back" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ 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 Joey Bada$$'s narrative.
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(What I'm asking you is)
(Is, you wasn't flirting with her?)
(In any capacity?)
Hundred percent I did, my nigga
Alright, let me tell y'all what exactly happened
Uh, I told her straight up (straight up)
We can shoot the shit for a bit or we can lay up
Act like you ain't come to get hit, she know I wait up (wait up)
'Cause when I'm on shots of the Whisk' she know I stay up (facts)
I know you miss suckin' this dick, ain't gotta say much
Pillowcase full of makeup, soon as you break up with a nigga
Hit me on the wake up
Suitcase packed, sneaky links in Jamaica
Hit it from the back, like the nigga fuckin' hate ya
Uh, she call me Bada$$ The Backbreaker
To heart taker to bedroom dominator (yeah)
Best to don't leave your girl around me, shoot play for real
'Cause when she hit me round three, I'ma slay for real
She walk in, I cue the Carl Thomas (yeah)
Turn the lights down, leave on my diamonds
The way she ride it, I can tell that pussy got some mileage
She been to Met Gala, but she never met a gyalis, woii
Welcome back, I knew you would, uh (Badmon)
That's why you pulled up on me (bup, bup, bup)
To blow your back out like I should (yeah, like I should, baby)
No, nobody know your body, yeah (yeah, uh, uh)
(Yeah, you know who to call, baby) like I do
And when we get in that pocket
Look what you done started (ay, I got you, look)
(Look, check it out)
It's not my fault you had to double back, baby
Spinnin' the block, and the nigga textin' mad, ain't he?
Right or wrong, take it any way you want it
Nigga, 'cause she ain't comin' home tonight
So don't you wait up, wait up (nah)
He had you on the sideline and you made up right with me
This don't gotta be a sign, girl
This just a little white lie
He tell you he love you, you know it's fake
She my sneaky link, ain't no tellin' for bein' faithful
Grippin' on your body and bendin' it out of shape
Love the way we toxic, we playin' a couple games
Never sayin' a name
Welcome back, I knew you would, uh (yeah)
That's why you pulled up on me
To blow your back out like I should
No, nobody know your body like I do
And when we get in that pocket
Look what you done started
Uh, she say she wanna suck me like oxtail
Right off the bone, shorty, and it's on off a cocktail
She hit my phone askin' me if I'm at the spot still
She tryna cop a feel, I tried to pen and shit got real
Now she in my livin' room sippin' on red wine
We unwind for a little bit, then it's bedtime
Take her upstairs, cut the lights, cue the Ginuwine
She tell the pussy mine, so I can hit it anytime
Now that's the type of shit that a nigga like
She keep the pussy wet all night and she grip it tight
She suck it and lick it right, I eat it like I got a big appetite (yeah)
Then beat it like she the next nigga wife
I even leave on my ice, I hit the spot so precise (uh, uh)
I'm gifted, she so surprised, she love it, it's in her eyes (uh, yeah)
Rub on her inner thighs (yeah)
Makin' the hairs on the back of her neck rise
And when she climax, I swear it's the best prize
Welcome back, I knew you would, uh (yeah)
That's why you pulled up on me
To blow your back out like I should
No, nobody know your body like I do
And when we get in that pocket
Look what you done started
Spin the block, I won't judge you (uh)
Spin the block, I won't judge you (spin the block, I wont' judge)
Spin the block, I won't judge you (spin the block, I wont' judge)
(And you gon' love it) uh
(Spin the block, I won't) uh
Spin the block, I won't judge you (know you want it)
(Know you gon' love it)
Spin the block, I won't judge you
(Know you gon' love it, yeah)
Spin the block, I won't judge you
(Love, you make love)
(That's a legendary young man)