Lyrical Breakdown of Afterlife - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Afterlife" 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 "Afterlife" 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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Oh I'm crazy
I'm popping my shit every morning (popping my shit), then I go to paradise
Cough syrup got me dozin' off (Wheezy outta here), I can see you in my afterlife
He's 'bout to clip me then he drove off, he know somebody's 'bout to die tonight
I leave the baddies in the house, superfly
That draco sittin' in the couch, I'm on fire
But I don't fuckin' miss it though, I'm gon' slide
I thank Allah I'ma get my money and I don't get tired
Sit in the back of the Phantom and have a good night
I had to take Methanol, lit up like a light
I can't see nothin' in the way, gone outta sight
I get her lace on daily basis, yeah she my type
I pop my shit and live lavish, I never switch sides
You go to college, get a crib off the clothes I buy
We get on the top of the fuckin' Hills off Sunset Drive
I'm a product of the field, I'm just in my disguise
Hit the trippin' off a pill but don't give me some cake
I've been jumpin' on these lears, that's the way I'ma chase 'em
Franklins comin' by the layers, that's the way we gon' make 'em
She don't know when I'ma pop up so she gotta sleep naked
I can tell the way they treat me, they gon' say I'm the greatest
Ain't no tellin' if I leave, if I'ma ever come back (Pluto)
Ain't gon' never let a disloyal bitch hold me back
I done called you out to my bank, so it could hold my racks
And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You can't help who you love nigga (can't help who you love)
That's why God made thug niggas (yeah, straight up)
Cough syrup got me dozin' off, I can see you in my afterlife
He's 'bout to clip me then he drove off, he knows somebody's 'bout to die tonight
I leave the baddies in the house, superfly
That draco sittin' in the couch, I'm on fire
But I don't fuckin' miss it though, I'm gon' slide
I thank Allah I'ma get my money and I don't get tired
I thank Allah I'ma get my checks, fuck you niggas
I need to get it off my chest, fuck you niggas
I got my hitters in the cut, I'm still that nigga
I got her flattin' out her tummy, I'm that nigga (super)
Taking my time, my new bank account gettin' taller
I flood-out Richard, that gon' cost me at least a quarter (least a quarter)
I done been in my bag lately and I been poppin' my collar (my bag)
I got a good taste in bitches 'cause they swallow (yeah)
I done birthed a lotta lil' niggas, I'm their father (Future)
Can't be responsible for how you move, 'cause I taught ya (I can)
Keep it a thousand, ok bool, that's how I was brought up (one thousand)
Lil' nigga had to pay his dues, man, slaughter (free Lu)
Nine bracelets on me, baby, hold on, wait (hold on)
Nine rings on me, baby, hold on, wait (I'm the champ)
Got that Glizzy on me, baby, hold on, wait (that's a Glock)
Don't be shy with that pussy, hold on, wait (yeah, mine)
90 vibes at the crib, pick a race (yes)
I would've said at least one hundred to play it safe (robbin' the safe)
When it come to loud, I'ma roll with Grade A (Grade A)
I don't go outta town unless I'm fillin' up the safe
I done crocodile my Pradas, just to hold my racks
And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You can't help who you love, nigga
That's why God made thug niggas
You can't help who you love, nigga
I'm poppin' my shit every mornin', then I go to paradise
Can't help who you love, nigga
That's why God made thug niggas