Lyrical Breakdown of Condone It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Condone It" 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 "Condone It" 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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On Oh, these eyes Walk in a room with the vibe, yeah Walk in a room with those eyes, yeah Yeah, uh-huh Uh Walk in a room with a purpose (yeah) Third and fourth eye open, I see serpents (ye-ye-ye-yeah) Big ass brib, up in Atlanta stay newly refurbished (ye-ye-ye-yeah) I'm a cowboy, nigga, and you're vermin (ye-ye-ye-yeah, yeah) She twerkin' (uh), she squirtin' (uh) The Birkin (uh), she earned it (uh) She servin' (uh), life (uh) That's the (uh), verdict (uh) My heart, was hurtin' (uh) Not (uh), from her (uh) But (uh), from the Perkys (uh-huh) Cut her (uh), deep as (uh) Shit (uh), surgeon (cut) Fucked her (uh), until (uh) She became (uh), a better person (uh-huh) She put the came in that sentence (uh-huh) She came in Dior, she a diva (uh-huh) She foreign, like she got a visa (uh-huh, oh) I ain't like my wrist, so I freezed it (uh-huh-huh-huh, oh, oh) It's easy (yeah) I make this shit look easy (oh yeah) But it ain't that easy, believe me (oh yeah) But I guess it's easy to me, G (oh yeah) Her pussy may smell like water (oh yeah) I'ma only eat it if it's Fiji (oh-oh-oh-oh yeah) Lil' thot, bitch say she a rider (oh-oh-oh-oh yeah) Had to test it I feel like Mario, so I had her go and fuck on Luigi (oh, oh yeah) I'm the shit, like a pile of feces (oh, oh yeah) Louis V on the shelf, it needs me (oh, oh yeah) Life's a ladder, these niggas beneath me (oh, oh, oh yeah) Fuck with me, have you sleepin' with seaweed (oh yeah) I'm too paranoid, no, I don't need weed (oh, oh, oh yeah, uh-huh) I'm embarassin' y'all, I'm embarrassed for y'all (oh, oh yeah) Bitch, I'm ballin' like I'm outta your league (oh, oh yeah) Fans hungry, I gotta feed 'em (oh yeah) Devil hatin', I gotta beat him (oh, oh, oh yeah) Shawty thirsty, drinkin' my semen (oh yeah) After that, that lil' bitch leavin' (oh, oh yeah) Shawty wet like a boat, I'm sinkin' (oh yeah) Taste like Oreo, she creamin' (oh, oh yeah, uh-huh) Head so damn good, I'm dreamin' (yeah) Woke up, she still eatin' (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) Oh, oh, oh, oh, I need it (oh yeah) Pinocchio, I poke her (oh, oh yeah) Like OVO, I sing to her (oh yeah) Like Michael Phelps, I stroke her (oh, oh yeah) She know I'm evil, Joker (oh yeah) My aura, damn near potent (oh, oh, oh yeah, uh-huh) Euphoria, I'm floatin' (oh yeah) Your thot was in the moment (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) She let three of my bros fuck, Jonas And she cook for the gang, bonus I got a new main thing, and she don't play So I know she wouldn't condone it Your thot let three fuck, Jonas And she cook for the gang, bonus Got a new main thing, she don't play So I know that she wouldn't condone it She let three of my bros fuck, Jonas Then she cook for the gang, bonus I got a new main thing, and she don't play So I know she wouldn't condone it Your thot let three fuck, Jonas And she cook for the gang, bonus Got a new main thing, she don't play So I know that she wouldn't condone it Ay, so- This next song, is for Jahseh This next song is for Peep This next song is for Mac Miller This next song is for A$AP Yams This next song is for Nipsey Hussle This next song is for Speaker Knockerz This next song is for Prince, Michael Jackson, Selena, Kurt Cobain, Pimp C This next song is for all our legends