Lyrical Breakdown of Anything But Normal - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Anything But Normal" 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 "Anything But Normal" 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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Thumbin' through racks, fuck is a budget?
You know she a freak if she sucking in public
I'm feeling like Kobe, I'm getting them buckets
He say he a killer, that nigga be bluffing
I'm sippin' on Tech, you sippin' on 'Tussin
Off of the promethazine, I be stumblin'
They call me anything but normal
Not a pedestrian, I feel like Gunna, I'm fly like a pelican
.40 gon' spit like a kid with impediments
I pour a four of the tech, yeah, the medicine
I got my hand on my TEC, I'm not having it
Ain't nobody ducking action
Told me she got back together with him again
He can't ball he be travelin'
That nigga foul and he triflin', come over here girl
I know that he all up in your ear girl
You don't want me for my money, you a weird girl
AP two-tone skeleton shine, chandelier girl
Main bitch coming, get the fuck out my crib girl
Wake up sippin' dirty, got a Fuego kit, ain't with the fighting all
Choppa on me like a hockey stick, ain't with the cappin' at all
Niggas be cappin' it off, niggas, niggas be running they mouth
Up until we up in front of his house
Tie up his bitch put the gun in his mouth
Hunnid rounds
Hunt him down
Gun him down (Grrah)
Thumbin' through racks, fuck is a budget?
You know she a freak if she sucking in public
I'm feeling like Kobe, I'm getting them buckets
He say he a killer, that nigga be bluffing
I'm sippin' on Tech, you sippin' on 'Tussin
Off of the promethazine, I be stumblin'
They call me anything but normal
Not a pedestrian I feel like Gunna, I'm fly like a pelican
.40 gon' spit like a kid with impediments
I pour a four the tech, yea the medicine
I got my hand on my TEC, I'm not having it
Ain't nobody ducking action
Told me she got back together with him again
He can't ball he be travelin'
That nigga foul and he triflin', come over here girl