Lyrical Breakdown of Astray - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Astray" 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 "Astray" 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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Chris, dim the light in here just a little bit Oh Pour codeine and I sing on the scene when I'm mad, mad, mad Pour codeine on the scene (Yeah) (Jambo) Le-le-lean, le-le-lean Oh, oh Let's go I pour codeine on the scene, interrupt my dream Nigga, I'ma be mad (Yeah) Nigga, fuck you mean, I'm gettin' this green, I'm gettin' to the cream and cash (Yeah) Always I'ma keep a gun on me, I dare if a nigga try and blast (Yeah) I already think I'm dyin', ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day Two blues to the face, can't see straight (Yeah) You leased your car, no rebate (Yeah) I remember doing Xanax bars in the stars, I was tryna sleep my days away (Okay) I remember feeling washed up like that gold clock around the neck of Flavor Flav Nowadays, I wake up and I pray (Yeah) That I won't go astray Bitch, I'm a criminal, turned to a general Don't do subliminals, uh, uh (Amen) Bitch, I ain't feeling you, never been into you Emotionally, I'm killing you (Uh, let's go) Bathing Ape tennis shoe, designer plentiful Make it look simple, uh, uh (True) Bitch, I ain't licking you, bitch, I ain't eating you Your man just sent you off Two dicks in my pants, pause One is the clip and one is my cock One of 'em will shoot your man in the face (Uh) And the other one, it start abusing your jaw (Come on) Niggas be fake, and they incriminate you, will never know if I'm abusing the law Circle is small, oh, oh Like a red dot, oh, oh Hunnid niggas, hunnid red beams, that's polka dot (Yeah, yeah) Shoot twice make a nigga dance, that's poker shot (Yeah, yeah) He as tough as a teddy bear in a halter top That man, he don't want no smoke at all Turn him to a pack, smoke it all (Yeah) I pour codeine on the scene, interrupt my dream Nigga, I'ma be mad (Yeah) Nigga, fuck you mean, I'm gettin' this green, I'm gettin' to the cream and the cash (Yeah) Always I'ma keep a gun on me, I dare if a nigga try and blast (Yeah) I already think I'm dyin', ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day (Ayy) Two blues to the face, can't see straight You leased your car, no rebate (Ayy) I remember doing Xanax bars in the stars, I was tryna sleep my days away I remember feeling washed up like that gold clock around the neck of Flavor Flav Nowadays, I wake up and I pray That I won't go astray Wake up, and I pray that I got peace (Yeah-yeah-yeah) I don't really got no peace, I'm with niggas from over east (Uh-huh) Choppa turn you into beef, cook you, like beef (For real, uh-huh) I'ma keep it brief, she suck me through my briefs (Let's go) Whole world hatin' on me and my main thing-thing-thing-thing She tried make me go get a weddin' ring-ring-ring-ring-ring Yellow diamonds or no diamonds, that's her thing, her thing (She's out) She said the only reason she will leave if I get back on morphine, morphine, oh Turn her pussy to Squirtle, oh, oh (Yeah) That slim ass waist, no girdle (Yeah) You look good in a Versace fur coat (Yeah) I put the Gucci earrings in your earlobe (Yeah) Margiela on you 'cause you don't fuck with shell toes (Yeah) Looking at the past, how I really need to let go Half them niggas you had weren't special All them bitches I had was messy (Uh-huh) You clean it up like a janitor, messy I eat up like I'm starving, hungry Before I eat her pussy, I gotta bless it I'ma beat it up till I'm out of breath I'ma fuck her 'til you got up and left After that, pour a four of the Tech Runneth over on her tits I pour codeine on the scene, interrupt my dream Nigga, I'ma be mad (Yeah) Nigga, fuck you mean, I'm gettin' this green, I'm gettin' to the cream and cash (Yeah) Always I'ma keep a gun on me, I dare if a nigga try and blast (Yeah) I already think I'm dyin', ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day (Ayy) Two blues to the face, can't see straight (Ayy) You leased your car, no rebate (Ayy) I remember doing Xanax bars in the stars, I was tryna sleep my days away (Ayy) I remember feeling washed up like that gold clock around the neck of Flavor Flav (Ayy) Nowadays, I wake up and I pray That I won't go astray