Lyrical Breakdown of Go Home - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Go Home" 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 "Go Home" 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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I run up in yo' trap, leave you hogtied
Hard to whip a Rolls with the doors wide
We don't do indoors, bitch, we outside
With a half a brick and a .45
Give me one more Xanny, I'ma flatline
I'ma count this green in the meantime
Rolling off a bean, bitch, I feel fine (Bitch, I feel fine)
Rocking my Supreme with my Glock 9 (Hey, hey, hey)
I got the sack, and I'm never gon' fumble
I grew up and struggled and came from the jungle
And he wanna fight, but I ain't come to tussle
I roll with them niggas that shoot at your tummy, like woah (Woah)
Flexing, I don't move a muscle
I'm shooting like Kobe, I'm dunking like Russell
And bitch, I be balling like O.K.C. Thunder
I fucked her in Paris, but she came from London, like woah (Woah)
I put my dick in her stomach
I fuck her one time, then I pass to my brothers
And I rock Givenchy, that come out the country
And I fuck that coochie until she start cummin', like woah (Woah)
Bitch, I don't walk it, I run it
I am the shit, nigga, no toilet plunger
Whipping my wrist, tryna make me a million
And bitch, I don't talk it if I do not live it
Like woah (Woah), damn
I did it all on my own, damn
Ain't talkin' money, then leave me alone, damn
Like Roger go home, damn, yeah, yeah
Go home, Roger (Go home, Roger)
I run up in yo' trap, leave you hogtied
Hard to whip a Rolls with the doors wide
We don't do indoors, bitch, we outside
With a half a brick and a .45
Give me one more Xanny, I'ma flatline
I'ma count this green in the meantime
Rolling off a bean, bitch, I feel fine (Bitch, I feel fine)
Rocking my Supreme with my Glock 9 (Hey, hey, hey)
Boy, you so broke, you know you a joke (Boy you so broke, you know you a joke)
I wanna go put my dick in your ho (I wanna go put my dick in your ho)
She told me that she don't want you no more (Yeah, she told me that she don't want you no more)
I told her, "Baby, I already know" (And I told her, "Baby, I already know")
Boy, you so broke, you know you a joke (Boy you so broke, you know you a joke)
I wanna go put my dick in your ho (Yeah, I wanna go put my dick in your ho)
She told me that she don't want you no more, oh (Yeah, she told me that she don't want you no more, oh)
I told her, "Baby, I already know" (I told her, "Baby, I already know")
Know like woah (Woah), damn
I did it all on my own, damn
Ain't talkin' money then leave me alone, damn (Yeah)
Like Roger go home, damn, yeah, yeah, yeah