Lyrical Breakdown of Both Ways - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Both Ways" 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 "Both Ways" 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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Ayy, huh, hey
Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck, no way
Way too high, ya dig? (Smokin' Cookie Crisp, woo)
Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck, no way (I ain't wanna fuck, no)
Bitch, you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (claimin' that you know me)
Nigga, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you (got some fuckin' nerve)
You ain't know the secret to the drip 'til I showed you
Ayy, fresh out the bank, run up on me, then get hit with a bang, ayy
Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy
Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, ayy (whoa, whoa, whoa)
If you're crossin' my streets, better look both ways
Uh, got my cash up (got my cash up, cash, cash, cash)
Tell them fuck niggas catch up (tell them fuck boys catch up)
Too bad, they can't catch us (too bad, they can't catch us)
He alone, he need backup (he alone, he alone)
Choppa back him up, he got his back to the wall (choppa back him up)
I just saw you kissin' that bitch, she had her tongue on my balls (kissin' that bitch)
I was into Xanax and Percocets, she love Adderall (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
She was knockin' on my nerves, told that bitch to knock it off (bitch, knock it off)
Ayy, crossin' my streets, both ways (bitch, knock it off)
You a broke nigga, and I'm too paid, ayy (bitch, knock it off, yeah)
Ballin' like a toupée (just knock it off, yeah), kick, push, start shit, Lupe
Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck, no way (I ain't wanna fuck, no)
Bitch, you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (claimin' that you know me)
Nigga, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you (got some fuckin' nerve)
You ain't know the secret to the drip 'til I showed you
Ayy, fresh out the bank, run up on me, then get hit with a bang, ayy
Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy
Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, ayy
If you're crossin' my streets, better look both ways
I ain't gon' lie, fuck me for this Dolce
You could do me for the Dior next Thursday
She sucked me at the front door, that's foreplay
Left my condoms at the crib, but what am I to run for?
I don't even run from niggas, that's what I got a gun for
Too many fuck niggas in the world, that's what I killed your son for
Try to intersect my money, dummy, then you done for
All I care about is money, honey, I don't love whores, ayy
New gun I can't wait to use, bitches, I won't wait for you
Hit him in his brain, now his shit look like baby food
Bitch, I'm not erasin' you, I'm really replacin' you
Bad bitch in my room, there's some things I can't wait to do
Liquor and exotic hoes, I'm tryna live in the moment
In the studio, my phone on silent, ho, I gotta stay focused
Fuck with me, and it get violent, ho, violent, ho
Kill you, then I fuck your bitch, huh, vámonos
Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck, no way (I ain't wanna fuck, no)
Bitch, you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (claimin' that you know me)
Nigga, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you (got some fuckin' nerve)
You ain't know the secret to the drip 'til I showed you
Ayy, fresh out the bank, run up on me, then get hit with a bang, ayy
Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy
Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, ayy
If you're crossin' my streets, better look both ways