Lyrical Breakdown of Zaxbys (Walking In The Sand) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Zaxbys (Walking In The Sand)" 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 "Zaxbys (Walking In The Sand)" 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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Count it up, then grab the rubber bands I just spent that on a pair of pants Count it up, then grab the rubber bands I just spent that on a pair of pants I remember I was buying Vans Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan Shorty wanna fuck, I told her that it all depends Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah I'ma live my life like an oasis I remember strugglin', rappin' in a basement Came up on them M's, with no job application I guess all your hard work ain't payin' off, yeah Girl, if you come over, gotta take it off, yeah I don't pay for pussy, but I break ya off, yeah Hit it, then I quit it, girl, that's all I want I'll have you addicted like the drugs I'm on Treat my love like the Percs, pop it for me, go berserk Spent ten on a shirt, you don't wanna know the work Saving hoes never works, fuck do I look like, a church? Still got a big heart, it's a gift and a curse Count it up, then grab the rubber bands I just spent that on a pair of pants I remember I was buying Vans Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan Shorty wanna fuck, I told her that it all depends Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah Ganja in my Backwood, Perky in my system Niggas talking dumb, I'll up that choppa, I won't miss 'em All these bitches suckin' dick, but these niggas be kissin' 'em All I know is stack the money up, you know I'm gettin' it VVS my wrist, huh, gold on it like piss, uh You could suck a dick, if you ain't 'bout runnin' up this, uh I stay in my lane ho', I ain't never switch Nine-teen years old, grown man shit No father in my life, I'm on my own man shit Ayy, fuck the bank, money, count it up, bandit, uh Stain gang, take yo' shit, I guess I'm a bandit Too much sauce for these hoes, they can't handle it I can't have these hoes either, they be scandalous I'm gon' beat it up, destroy it, like I vandal'd it Aiming at your soup, that wasn't no Campbell's, kid, yeah Huh, ayy, add it, up That lil', ho', she a, fuck she a slut Tu—pac hit 'em, up Ambu—lance, pick 'em, up I remember when my heart was broke So was my pockets though Now, I got a couple M's in my bank account, like— I can't hear you talking, ho' Fendi, Gucci, Louis in my closet, ho' I walk up in Chase, fifty k, make a deposit, ho' They still take it in when the bank is closed Came into the bank with a big load Niggas iffy, uh, sticky tucked, Gummo Closet really lookin' like a gun show Not in my house, lil' ho Feel like Mutombo Up, right, left, right, X and Y Hit 'em with a combo Niggas, they testify You's a snitch, ho Count it up, then grab the rubber bands I just spent that on a pair of pants I remember I was buying Vans Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan Shorty wanna fuck, I told her that it all depends Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah My bedroom a strip club, baby, take it off I don't pay for pussy, but I bet I'll break ya off I be sippin' codeine whenever I got a cough Rockin' Fendi shoes while standin' over a loft Hit Saks Fifth, almost spent ten Pull up on 'em with that- I'm gon' fuck her, then I'll fuck her best friend My best friend, the new Smith & Wesson Yeah, yeah She from Toronto, I fucked that bitch in my condo, don't let her mom know Servin' that shit like cilantro out of the condo, yeah, ayy Airb&b, ho, you can't see, ho, they wanna see me, ho I wanna be rich, but you a wannabe, ho Ran up checks quick, couple m's, bitch I'm a M, bitch, shady money, no slim, bitch Count it up, then grab the rubber bands I just spent that on a pair of pants I remember I was buying Vans Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan Shorty wanna fuck, I told her that it all depends Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah