Lyrical Breakdown of Pennyroyal - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pennyroyal" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ 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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Yeah

Another love song gone wrong

Should've known you were a woo, like Based God in Wonton

But I didn't, and I ain't even tripping

Another foul ball but I'm still glad I hit it

'Cause a lot of niggas didn't, you know, the coulda-shoulda type

Like, "Oh, it was slight too tight, come on, I would've piped

But our schedules contradicted, we're always tied down"

Ay, pipe down, the first night ya boy laid the pipe down

Took off the night gown, and, pulled out the slinky

She screamed, "Joey spank me!", and after that she even thanked me

Swanky, one time for my nigga Dymes

Lord knows we be kicking rhymes 'til the end of time

But back to the topic, oh yeah, I'm pissed off

I'm still tripped off and wondering why shorty dipped off

I ain't gonna front a nigga, do miss her lip gloss

Now she sucks the next nigga dick off, and my dick soft

So tell me what the fuck I'm 'posed to do?

And you know it ain't too easy getting over you

I sent them postcards, so you know it's true

I promised that I wouldn't get emotional

And I'm not, so stop it

Why you front like you don't miss my whole cockpit down yo' esophagus?

Screaming, "Daddy, stop it", ripping out your tracks

Chipped nail polishing in the scratches on my back like

Did you forget about the time we had the sticky rolled?

And I tried to suck your titty hole for milk for my Cheerios

Did you forget about the video when you first came?

I hit that spot twice, and since then you haven't been the same

But now I heard you fucking with some new man

Can't remember his name but my first impression, "What a lame"

Lorraine said she seen him at a bowling lane

Walking out the bathroom kinda strange with his shoulder stained

Faggot, six months, and I'm still at it

You'll probably never hear this track, but I still wrapped it

I guess I'm still attracted to you being here

I swear, I can't imagine you would not even care

Whole thing played out like magic, and it's kinda weird

It's like I did a trick and you won't reappear

It ain't fair, I need you back, sometimes I get scared

But I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears

'Cause I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears

'Cause I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears

'Cause I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears

'Cause I'm a player

I couldn't see it coming down my eyes

So I had to make the song cry

I couldn't see it coming down my eye

So I gotta to make the song cry

I couldn't see it coming down my eyes

So I had to make the song cry

I couldn't see it coming down my eye

So I gotta make the song cry, yeah