Lyrical Breakdown of Purple Devil - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Purple Devil" 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 "Purple Devil" 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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One thing I do, I don't chase hoes
Oh yeah, then I chase hoes
I remember when I would chase hoes
I remember when I would chase hoes
Now I be chasin' the pesos (Ooh)
(Wooooo)
I remember I would chase hoes
Now I be chasin' the pesos
In the cut with a gun, gotta lay low
Run up on me, you gettin' a halo
It's Codeine in my fuego (Ooh)
Tomorrow I'll do the yayo
R.I.P to Fredo (Ooh)
Sippin' that purple devil
Sippin' that purple devil
Drugs erase my sorrow
Does anybody have a good heart I could borrow?
Let me know, ay yo, (Ooh) ay yo, ay yo, (Ooh) ay yo
Ice on my neck like Kilimanjaro
30 in the .45, clip full of hollows
Run up on me, get popped, bottles
Celebratin', we pop bottles
Hotel room full of baddies, yeah, we pop models
Down to fuck, I won't drop her off but I will pick her up
In the back of the foreign, in my Gucci pants she suck me up
I love Percocets, pop two and that'll Perc' me up (Yuh)
Pipe him up, shoot him with the grrah, grrah, grrah
They gotta wipe him up
I need a Bentley that come with the tints
'Cause we keep the choppas in the back of the whip
My slime got a knife on the back of his hip
It's a stab to a face and a slit to a wrist
Put the gun to yo' face, you get hit like a lick
And I don't beat hoes, won't hit on a bitch
But I flirt with yo' ho, yeah, I hit on yo' bitch
Yeah, I took yo' ho, put her in the Abyss
Switchin' hoes like a clip, I'm in the row, I'm in the mix
.40 on me, nigga, fuck your fist
And I'ma go fuck your mother, yeah, yeah
Sorry, not sorry, life's not fair
We still be winning all year, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah
Me and Dre Moon on the moon, ooh (Ooh)
I remember I would chase hoes
Now I be chasin' the pesos
In the cut with a gun, gotta lay low
Run up on me, you gettin' a halo
It's Codeine in my fuego (Ooh)
Tomorrow I'll do the yayo
R.I.P to Fredo (Ooh)
Sippin' that purple devil
Sippin' that purple devil
Drugs erase my sorrow
Does anybody have a good heart I could borrow?
Let me know, ay yo, (Ooh) ay yo, ay yo, (Ooh) ay yo
(Wooooo)
Ay yo, ay yo (Ooh)
Ay yo, ay yo (Ooh)
Ay yo, ay yo (Ooh)
Ay yo, ay yo