Lyrical Breakdown of Late to the Party - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Late to the Party" 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 "Late to the Party" 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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Ayy, ayy Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner Joyner, Joyner, yah Feels like I did so much dirt, I don't believe in karma (ayy) Did so much dirt, I had to sleep with armor (yah) All these niggas fuck around, someone better warn 'em (whoa) Like, just roll up with that chopper, they ain't see it coming (bra-bra-bra) And I ain't scared of shit, don't wanna see your honor (ayy) Just broke up with my bitch, I don't believe in drama (ayy, yah) Plus she for the streets, so I don't even want her (whoa) 'Bout to show her true colors, it ain't even autumn (ayy, ayy) I got me some money, I needed the coupe (coupe-coupe), needed the coupe Ridin' alone, just me and my dudes A nigga like me never needed a groove A nigga like me never needed to shoot (ah), I got the shooters They pull the trigger and hit your medulla This ain't no bullet that you can maneuver I got them jumping right out they Pumas, it wasn't no rumor I took his chain and called him an Uber I got the band, and got the bazooka This for them days I was scraping for change And would do anything just to get me some mula I'm sick and tired of these niggas calling me a sellout 'Cause I took a trip to the jeweler And I just filled a hunnid on my wrist too And yeah, I think I'm cocky 'cause I'm rich too And yeah, I might just go up in your bitch too Called that hoe my hooky, like skip school I remember times we was kids too Just some youngins getting high, we was lit too Ain't no limit to the grind when the rents due I got money on my mind and some bricks too I been drinking all my pain 'til I'm crawling Pour it 'til it's empty, lil' bad bitch with me She 'on't wanna got to sleep 'til the morning Mirrors on the sink, I been staring at my face I don't wanna be late to the party So much on my mind, but I do this every time I been drinking all this pain 'til I'm crawling I don't wanna go to sleep 'til the morning I don't wanna go to sleep, rather do that when I'm dead and gone Pop open some 42, she rather do the Ketel One Now she giving me advice 'bout some shit that she ain't never done Smoking Js to the face, I can't be getting high with everyone Left and crashed the Porsche, that's okay bitch, I had insurance Left and did some numbers, I came back and bought the Urus Say that all she need from me is a little assurance She'll never find another man like me, even with a thesaurus Got more trees than a forest Charge 200K for the verse and another one for the chorus Stacking this money enormous, if she with Dolla, she gorgeous If she with Dolla, for sure, she give me that head like a walrus Most of these niggas sound the same these days and that shit garbage Big bro' told me, "Lil' homie, just be you regardless" Came from them apartments Now you the owner of them apartments New Celine, yeah, whole collection in your closet Tryna pick out something for this party I been drinkin' all my pain 'til I'm crawlin' Pour it 'til it's empty, lil' bad bitch with me She don't wanna got to sleep 'til the mornin' (yah, yah) Mirrors on the sink, I been starin' at my face And I don't wanna be late to the party (ayy, ayy) So much on my mind, but I do this every time I been drinkin' all this pain 'til I'm crawlin' I don't wanna go to sleep 'til the mornin' I been drinkin' all my pain 'til I'm crawlin' Pour it 'til it's empty, lil' bad bitch with me She don't wanna go to sleep 'til the mornin' Mirrors on the sink, I been starin' at my face I don't wanna be late to the party So much on my mind, but I do this every time I been drinkin' all this pain 'til I'm crawlin' I don't wanna go to sleep 'til the mornin'