Lyrical Breakdown of Lovely - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Fuck you doing in this motherfucker, huh? Who sent you here? Why you keep fronting like your friends are here? Acting like you 'bout to be next this year I mean the food gone, ain't nothing left to share We done ate that shit Funny how they told me to stack this year Now a nigga get colder than central air And your momma should aborted you and left you there, damn I need a massage Where the gay bitches when I need a ménage? She said she got a porn take that I needed to watch And I remember days where I couldn't even get by I couldn't even get mine Couldn't pull a fine chick to save my life And ain't nobody want to go with me to the prom And now I got so many hoes I can't even decide Real shit, believe it or not The light skins love me like I'm Chico DeBarge And I ain't give a fuck if you're sleeping or not Time to wake niggas up, whoo! Fuck you talking 'bout? I be fronting to these hoes like I'm rich And they don't know I got a room at my momma's house You know it's always something bout the impressive ones Working all week for my check to come And I ain't make shit after taxes though But it feel good not to stress so much Know it's something coming in for now And I can get my son a Nintendo now Couple shirts and a damn Netflix account That's it? Yeah, but that's okay I know that I'mma be alright, I ain't rich for now But I got dreams I could live for now And there's a whole lot of niggas doing worse than me And that's as good as it's gonna get for now, 'cause I ain't got much, but I feel loved Just be real love Just be real love Just be I ain't got much, but I feel loved Just be real love Just be real love Just be (ya ya ya) I got work I could split heads in a drive-by first Blow your damn brains in a tie-dye shirt And I ain't been the same since I got cursed I gave my CD to Bad Boy and I got curbed So when you see Diddy, tell him I got words My shrink keep telling me to calm my nerves But it's been a long time since I got heard And don't nobody give a fuck when you starving though They don't answer me when I'm hollering though Try to cancel me like The Cosby Show Until I put them hands on them like Rousey though I got a hundred fans waiting in the lobby line Taking shots like it's party time Hands up, ain't nobody got to die I just got four rings like the Audi sign I just bought cocaine for a nigga to flip Real shit, the bigger the brick Now these hoes looking at the flick of the wrist And I can take your girl out to chicken and shrimp She said my head so big I could live in a blimp Word? Well, listen to this I remember watching MTV Cribs Thinking how the fuck all these wack niggas get rich While I'm eating TV dinners You know, the ones with the meat in them? Pause, I kinda wonder what they see in them Got laid off from a job that was seasonal, geez I think I'ma need a hit for now We all got dreams we could live for now But there's a whole lot of niggas doing worse than us And that's as good as it's gonna get for now, 'cause I ain't got much, but I feel loved Just be real love Just be real love Just be- I ain't got much, but I feel loved Just be real love Just be real love Just be- (ya, ya, ya) And I'm feeling way, way up And I'm looking way, way up And my bitches way, way up They miss that ya, ya, ya And she want that ya, ya, ya And I got that ya, ya, ya And we on that ya, ya, ya 'Said I'm feeling way, way up Hold up, pause We was trying to eat till they told us, "Nah" I wonder how much a pair of Pradas cost With the ice cream, bottles, and the Häagen-Dazs Somebody getting robbed while the song is on We just want cheese, yea the parmesan I got a bitch at Mickey-D's, she be working at night And she gon' let me hit it with pajamas on Yea why these niggas think I'm playing with them Let the paper hit them You be copying, that's plagiarism I be laying, sitting, standing on a fucking hater Kick him in the face Them niggas got me twisted, I ain't saving bitches I got Sega Genesis And I can play and finish if you want to pay attention I'm hoping you wait a second I'm broke and I pay the rent I don't know how I freaking do it I guess I don't really believe in losing I've been a winner since I was a little nigga, nigga! Hold up, stop We was trying to win till they told us stop The cops ran in trying to hold up spots 'Cause we were moving more O's than a donut shop, whoo! I'm pissed for now I thought I had dreams I could live for now They told me there was niggas doing worse than me Motherfucker this as good as it's gonna get for now, 'cause I ain't got much, but I feel loved Just be real love Just be real love Just be- I ain't got much, but I feel loved Just be real love Just be real love Just be- (ya, ya, ya) And I'm feeling way, way up And I'm looking way, way up And my bitches way, way up They miss that ya, ya, ya And she want that ya, ya, ya And I got that ya, ya, ya And we on that ya, ya, ya 'Said I'm feeling way, way up And I'm looking way, way up And my bitches way, way up They miss that ya, ya, ya And she want that ya, ya, ya And I got that ya, ya, ya And we on that ya, ya, ya 'Said I'm feeling way, way up Yo wassup, this is Joyner I'm unable to take your call right now Leave me a brief message and I'll get back to you, peace