Lyrical Breakdown of Broke Boys - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Broke Boys" 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 "Broke Boys" 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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Double R
808 Pounds
Double R, skrr
Double R
Double R, Rolls-Royce, .30 clip, oh boy
All of y'all my sons, killing y'all, pro-choice
Bloody ears, my noise, library, yo' voice
Plus y'all broke boys, flex on 'em, steroids
Double R, Rolls-Royce, .30 clip, oh boy
All of y'all my sons, killing y'all, pro-choice
Bloody ears, my noise, library, yo' voice
Plus y'all broke boys, flex on 'em, steroids
Do this in my sleep
Catching zzz's
Death Race on repeat
It went number one for weeks
Yeah, I know that I'm a beast
Put Versace on the fleece, uh, and your girl a freak
Um, hop in the sheets, then slob on my knob, make a mess on the D
Uh, honest to God, know you stress when you kiss her
All on my line, she be messaging me, uh
She get mad 'cause I don't love her back, I don't miss her
You should come and get her (Get her), her pussy’s a hisser
Push the button on her clit, and she got wet, I hit a surf
Oh yeah, high tide, hanging ten on your turf
And she drink my kids like a Margarita mixer
Double R, Rolls-Royce, .30 clip, oh boy
All of y'all my sons, killing y'all, pro-choice
Bloody ears, my noise, library, yo' voice
Plus y'all broke boys, flex on 'em, steroids
Double R, Rolls-Royce, .30 clip, oh boy
All of y'all my sons, killing y'all, pro-choice
Bloody ears, my noise, library, yo' voice
Plus y'all broke boys, flex on 'em, steroids
Do it all, I'ma ball, 'til I fall, swish
Yeah, hit the mall, but not just any mall
At Barney's buying it all again ('gain)
Yeah, keep a tab
Spend a rack, on rack, on rack
Broke ain't going back again ('gain, yeah)
On they ass, make a smash after smash
Pulling up on the ave', again (Skrr, 'gain)
Now what I want I can have
Every hoe tryna throw me ass
They won't do me like my girlfriend (Friend)
I know sometimes I make her mad, really really really mad
When I started popping pills again
Double R, Rolls-Royce, .30 clip, oh boy
All of y'all my sons, killing y'all, pro-choice
Bloody ears, my noise, library, yo' voice
Plus y'all broke boys, flex on 'em, steroids
Double R, Rolls-Royce, .30 clip, oh boy
All of y'all my sons, killing y'all, pro-choice
Bloody ears, my noise, library, yo' voice
Plus y'all broke boys, flex on 'em, steroids