Lyrical Breakdown of The Bees Knees - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Bees Knees" 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 "The Bees Knees" 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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Let's go, let's go Chasing the lean (let's go) (G. Ry got me) okay, okay Chasing the lean, rotting my brain (AP Gang) (Hit-Boy) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let's do it Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly (uh, uh, uh) (ya dig?) Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say (uh, whoa, whoa) (ya dig?) Groupie - wanna come my way (come on) Come take this pic and get out my face (come on) Ran into my main thing (yeah) Come take this - (yeah) and you can stay (uh, yeah, yeah) It's my year, year, year (uh-huh), codeine sip, no beer (uh-huh) "Holy sh-, he's the sh-," (uh) words from my peers (uh-huh, uh-huh) You don't like me, you can suck a - (yeah) That's how it goes around here (yeah) Cowboy, oh, yeah, six-shooter in the air (uh-huh) Druggie, you wanna f- me? B-, then f- me (Let's do it) You wanna kill me? N-, then buck me (let's do it) These n- really want me dead (come on) I don't really think they that lucky (come on) I told my b- I love her (I did) I hope she think I mean it (whoa) I wouldn't lie about that sh-, trust me (uh-uh) I wouldn't lie about street sh-, trust me (oh, no) I wouldn't lie about drug sh-, trust me (oh, no) See that drug sh- hide the ugly (oh, no) And I ain't never been ugly, trust me (oh, no) - dumbin' her brain, concussion (uh-huh) We had a Snoop Dogg discussion (we did) A sexual eruption (smash) Open up them legs, I'm hungry (let's go) (uh) Bank account eruptin' (yeah) (uh) I need me a safe or somethin' (yeah) I'm a dirt bike riding junkie (come on) (yeah) I don't need that Wraith for nothing (let's go) But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin' (skrrt) - wanna rape my wrist or somethin' (all white) Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (uh) Just 'cause we Black, that's how they comin' (f- 12, f- 12, f- 12) Chasin' the lean, rotting my brain, honestly (chasin') Drug's the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say Groupie - wanna come my way (come on) Come take this pic and get out my face (come on) That champagne glass on my kitchen counter (yeah, yeah) That's codeine (yeah) in it, no Ace of Spades (oh, oh, oh, yeah) Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, n-, wait (uh) N-, it's a wave (huh), n-, I'm a wave, you a slave (uh-huh) To these chains, forgettin' about (whoa) the road our forefathers paved (uh-huh) But hey, who am I to talk? I'm AP gang, a hundred-fifty on my wrist, okay Used to bein' afraid (uh) perc' on the dinner plate (uh) Brand-new china set (uh-huh) for the house, Versace dinner plates (uh) (uh-huh) What your mama tell you about gettin' involved? (What?) Yeah, you got you a gun, but you still too soft You ain't gon' shoot that b- at all (uh-uh) If I got it on me, I'ma let that b- off (grrah) Hot boy, young Lil Wayne sh- (yeah, yeah), Gucci the socks, boy (whoa, whoa, whoa) Plus I'm a Glock boy (yeah), new clip, my gun a thot, boy (yeah) (uh) Givin' 'em top (uh) where they brain is (grrah) I'm a rock star lifestyle (yeah, yeah) livin', dirt bike ridin' (yeah, yeah), totin' stainless, I aim big (yee-haw) Bank account eruptin' I need me a safe or something (I do) I'm a dirt bike riding junkie (uh-huh) I don't need that Wraith for nothing (skrrt-skrrt) But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin' (wrist) - wanna rape my wrist or somethin' (rape my wrist) (come on) Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (raid my crib) Just 'cause we black, that's how they comin' (I know it, yeah) Chasing the lean (uh), rotting my brain, honestly (uh-huh) Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say Groupie - wanna come my way (come on) Come take this pic and get out my face (come on) That champagne glass on my kitchen counter (uh) That's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades (codeine) Let me switch it up on y'all -, ha-ha Dawn in denial, ay Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa Uh (let's go) (borrowing another nicotine) Double cup pleasure (double) (uh) Can I feel this way forever? (Uh-huh) It don't matter how f- up I get off of the drugs (nah) Still giving my effort, all my effort Phone line going AWOL, I'm the plug now They act like my music is the new drug in town The bee's knees (the bee's knees), I am (yeah, yeah) The bee's knees (the bee's knees), b-, I am (yeah, yeah) The bee's knees (yeah) It's hard for these - to stay away (oh) Now I got money, I can't afford loyalty (oh) It's a cold day in hell, gotta pay for loyalty? (Why you gotta pay for that?) To do what I do (uh), you need a whole team (oh) It's child's play (uh) to me, hey (uh) The bee's knees, I am The bee's knees, I am OC (yeah), never do -, nope, f- a nosebleed (oh) Red-and-white guts, -, no seats (oh) That's in the Bent' (oh) Smokin' thrax (oh), countin' up the racks, b-, I'm the bee's knees (oh, oh, oh, oh) I'm OC, never do -, nope, f- a nosebleed (oh) Red-and-white guts, -, no seats (oh) That's in the Bentley Smokin' thrax, countin' up these racks, I'm the bee's knees (whoa) (I am the bee's knees) (I am the bee's knees) (oh) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (oh, oh, oh, oh) Hah, hah (baby) N- not ready for this sh- at all Listen to Juice talk, he talkin' that talk (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 'Cause you talkin' to a boss A death race Uh- my fault, I'm high A death race for love I ain't just racin' for love, though (no, I'm not) My heart racin' My money racin' (fast), my mind racin' (fast) All black diamonds like I'm racist (uh-huh, you dig?) "Lucid Dreams" still on your - playlist (yes, sir) I took her and smiled and you lookin' like, "How could you say this?" Timeless music - (thank God for me, me, me) Smokin' thrax (bee's knees), countin' racks Nah, f- racks, I need a black card That's how I'm gon' show you I'm hard Yeah, where the Percs at now? (Talk that talk, Juice, stop f- with these n-) I'm a businessman, so that mean I'm 'bout my business, man (yeah, yeah) (A businessman, not a business, man, n-, a businessman, n-) Ay, I.D. got that sh-, Hit-Boy got that sh- (No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap) (whoa) I know y'all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin' basketball (Michael Jordan, game six, yeah, yeah, yeah) We just ran a three-man weave The bee's knees