Lyrical Breakdown of Again - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Again" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kevin Gates weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Again" 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 Kevin Gates 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 Kevin Gates's narrative.
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I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (woah)
Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (woah)
Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Lord I'm going out I'm stacking all my Benjamins
Swear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends again
I'm a pull up Benz again, p-p-pull up Benz again
I'm a pull up Benz again, p-p-pull up Benz again
Long hair Dreka looking like she got ass shots (ooh)
Doing pole a rope and sipping lean and soda I am not
Glock nine by the stop sign bout fifty thousand in the stash spot
Pray to God we don't crash in the whip through the dash
I could tap the gas and make that ass drop
Ever wonder why your bitch look funny when the music playing
Been a gangster safe to say that I live everything I'm saying
Bend her over pull her hair and eat her pussy, lick her ass
And when we be cutting up her feet be in the ceiling fan
Hold up, let me get my roll on
Think I need another pocket just to put my phone on
H-h-h-hold on, let me get my roll on
Think I need another pocket just to put my phone on (who there?)
Long nose, better get your donk on
Speaking with the wrong tone, that'll get you dun dun
Thinking with my dick wasn't nothing like a thong song
Looking for a two piece boom chicka boom boom
Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (woah)
Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (woah)
Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Lord I'm going out I'm stacking all my Benjamins
Swear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends again
I'm a pull up Benz again, p-p-pull up Benz again
I'm a pull up Benz again, p-p-pull up Benz again
Pants sagging bout gat blasting while rats snitching I am tatted
Lean bad got bad habits yell a bitch from Lafayette fantastic
Dead broke, got mad at it, I'm back stacking I'm flap-jacking
Your flap rattling you fat faggot, I'm back at it in the trap trapping
I love the Benz, I'm Bandcamping, I'm standing strong, you bandwagon
I'm concrete, you transparent, my dick out, your hand grabbin'
No can blame us, who grab bammas, eat yo block, then rim shaggin'
No hidden cameras, from the back smashing, her ass clapping, I am nasty
Road to riches, go and get it and Daytona Chargers
Took a dive from not following our first mind
I was getting in the mail through UPS
If I tell you I'm a stay away from Juliet
I'ma lie
Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (woah)
Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (woah)
Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Lord I'm going out I'm stacking all my Benjamins
Swear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends again
I'm a pull up Benz again, p-p-pull up Benz again
I'm a pull up Benz again, p-p-pull up Benz again