Lyrical Breakdown of All Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "All Out" 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 "All Out" 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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What? I don't know, I just wanted to hear your voice Okay, look at him Cute dog She got dogs and shit in the background, mute yourself Ah-da-na-na-na-na-na-na I tell her, "Ah-na-ah-na-ah-na" Her voice sounds like a stereo when it's up in my head When she is not around, it feels like I'ma turn up dead I'm callin' on her phone, tellin' her, "I'm full of dread" I wish that she was here, playin' in my dreads She told me she really likes me, I hope it's not a fib I told myself I wouldn't go through the same shit again She runnin', runnin' through my head like a race, she tryna win But she don't know that she don't got no competition I'm in Paris by myself, it feel like something's missin' Ex-girl on my phone, "Bitch, why is you trippin'?" Leave me alone, I done moved on to somethin' different I'm finally gettin' the feelin' I was missin' Uh, you came in like a hurricane You tell me you ain't playin' at all, I'm still tryna figure out the games Maybe there ain't no games to play in the first place Maybe you a real one, we gon' see Oh, and me? I'm real as can be I wanna eat your heart out, figuratively I've been feelin' different since you've been away from me I'm tempted to get too high And me? I'm real as can be I'm tryna eat your soul out physically Ain't scared to bring them poles out, you know how I roll out But I got a soft spot For the girl that makes my heart drop Uh, poles out, you know how I roll out Yeah, I got a soft spot For the girl that makes my heart drop I'll go all out, yeah, I'll go all out I'll go all out, yeah, I'll go all out Gucci on your wrist, you ain't think I've seen it I wish you was here, everything is scenic Having chest pains, feelin' like I'm endin' This is real life, I am not pretendin' Cupid got a gun at my head, finna pull it I'ma stand here and take it, ain't dodgin' bullets This seems too good be to true, what's to it? You told me that it ain't nothin' to it, but to do it Uh, so I'ma do that motherfucker If they try you, uh, I'ma shoot a motherfucker I love your vibes, ooh, I'ma do that motherfucker When I lay beside, ooh, you know I wanna fuck her My homie asked, "What's next?" Do I like her? Do I love her? Do I want her? I wonder if I give her my heart, am I a goner? She keep Backwoods rolled, she a stoner, she a stoner Tattoos on her face, I kiss her ink under covers Uh, get my tongue involved, she got me in awe, baby Give me it all, uh, feel it through my draws, baby All night long, you deserve an applause, baby Made me a better person already, I didn't involve, baby Tell me why my old hoes still tryna be involved, baby I feel like you should load it up and shoot 'em in the jaw, baby I was off the Xannies, calling your phone, feeling wrong, baby Prolly 'cause you told me leave the Xannies alone, baby Uh, so I'ma do that motherfucker If they try you, uh, I'ma shoot a motherfucker I love your vibes, ooh, I'ma do that motherfucker When I lay beside, ooh, you know I wanna fuck her Uh, so I'ma do that motherfucker If they try you, uh, I'ma shoot a motherfucker I love your vibes, ooh, I'ma do that motherfucker When I lay beside, ooh, you know I wanna fuck her