Lyrical Breakdown of 24 Hours - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "24 Hours" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Juice Wrld weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "24 Hours" 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 Juice Wrld 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 Juice Wrld's narrative.
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Watch how they flock to the kid, yeah, uh, yeah
Pill pop, nauseous again, yeah, what? Ayy
Mama said I was born to win, yeah, ayy
Okay cool, bool, I'ma get it in, yeah, ayy
Okay cool, bool, I'ma get it in, yeah, ayy
Secure the bag, yeah, I'll go get it then, yeah, ayy
On yo' ass, yeah, pull up with the tints, yeah, ooh
Fuck nigga don't tempt me
Make 'em take off like a ten speed
Big ol' gun in the Fendi
Hands up, uh, this is a stickup, uh
Look up, my car like a spaceship
Smokin' cookie, buy that by the cases
This Dior on my feet, ain't no K-Swiss
My lil' niggas are demons in training
Shoot a fuck nigga in the head
Headshots, headshots, no legs, ooh
I just want some head, ooh
Burberry on the bed (Ya dig?)
It cost to live how I live, ooh
I'm tryna roll off a mid
Have your little bitch swallow my kids
Off the molly, feel like Lil' Bill
Lord knows I love my pills
Lord knows I love my thrills, and clothes
I got kicks like I'm FIFA, uh
Cracking cards and hoes, a bad bitch on a visa, uh
Ain't no boxing, ho, got my hand on my heater
Big ass choppa knockin', uh
Bullet hole in your noggin, uh
Fuck ass nigga stop flodgin', uh
You know you don't got it, you know you don't got it
You know that you niggas don't got it
And if I don't got it, I'm finna go get it
And flip that shit just for some profit, yeah, just for some profit
Anything for the dollars, yeah, even shooting your father
Oh-oh, let these fuck niggas know
Oh-oh, I'm down to go, I'm on go, I'm on go
Ooh, damn, sippin' fours got me slow, uh, yeah
Fuck your ho after my show, yeah
She in love with the G-L-O
Glo, huh, glo, uh
Takin' a downer (Okay, okay)
Fucking your bitch, 'bout to drown in her (Okay, okay)
I get the money profoundly (Okay, okay)
Count it up, count it up, bounce (Okay, count it, ayy)
Throw it on her ass and she bounce it (Bounce it, ayy)
Put it on the counter, she count it (Count it, ayy)
Think I need me an accountant, uh (Accountant, ayy)
I'm havin' rich nigga problems (Rich nigga problems)
We got your business surrounded (Ayy)
Ayy, I'm in the club with a .40, I told you I don't need a bouncer (Bouncer, ayy-ayy, ayy)
Ayy, fuckin' that bitch from the back through the zipper
Ain't take off my trousers, yeah, ayy (Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy)
Off of a Percocet 30 and 10, I can fuck for an hour, hour, hour, hour, hour (24, 24, 24 hours, 24 hours)
This world is ours (Ours), you just livin' in it (You just livin' in it)
I been had the drip, you niggas just gonna get it, ooh (Nigga, you just got it)
I get it, get it (Yeah), Jesse White, I'm finna flip it, flip it (Skrrt)
I fuck that bitch in a minute minute (Uh)
I fuck that bitch for a minute minute
Watch how they flock to the kid, yeah, uh, yeah
Pill pop, nauseous again, yeah, what? Ayy
Mama said I was born to win, yeah, ayy
Okay cool, bool, I'ma get it in, yeah, ayy
Okay cool, bool, I'ma get it in, yeah, ayy
Secure the bag, yeah, I'll go get it then, yeah, ayy
On yo' ass, yeah, pull up with the tints, yeah, ooh
Fuck nigga don't tempt me
Make 'em take off like a ten speed
Big ol' gun in the Fendi