Lyrical Breakdown of Rager Boyz (With Young Thug) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rager Boyz (With Young Thug)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kid Cudi weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Rager Boyz (With Young Thug)" 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 Kid Cudi 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 Kid Cudi's narrative.
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Yeah, mm, mm, mm, mm
Yeah, yeah
I been feelin' like I (yeah)
Numbing myself to get by (uh)
That's my reality (yeah)
All my days I don't know (yeah)
What'll happen to me (go)
Hope for the best, take these shots (yeah, yeah)
Hope I feel some relief (go)
Heart is loaded, ammo (ammo)
Let's go to war when I sleep (uh)
Yeah, I'm zippin' out, walls are closin' in
I'm in too deep, woah woah
In this darkness, where my demons like to be
No one understands him, atmospheric therapy (woah woah, woo)
Yeah, I'm in it (ah-ah-ah)
Something here is off
Nothing's really helping, dawg
I'm screamin', "motherfuck the law" (fuck 'em)
Nigga wishin' (ah-ah-ah), on a shootin' star
Hopin' I can make it, y'all, I pray on my knees (yeah)
Yeah, I'm in it (ah-ah-ah)
Something here is off
Nothing's really helping, dawg
I'm screamin', "Motherfuck the law" (fuck 'em)
Nigga wishin' (yeah), on a shootin' star
Wrecker wreckless, my world, mad
"Ay, I told the judge, "I'm prolly biggest off
I told the bitch she can't be chargin' me for Saint Laurent
Yeah, I told my baby not to break the law
I told my baby mama, "careful", not to get involved
Yeah, this bitch is bad and she got plenty jaws
Plenty wars, pussy raw, raw, I got Saint Laurent
I told her, get some fire, thrown bom-biggy-bom
How your hat say White Sox and you from the Bronx? (Woo)
Yeah, I'm in it (ah-ah-ah)
Something here is off
Nothing's really helping, dawg
I'm screamin', "Motherfuck the law" (fuck 'em)
Nigga wishin' (ah-ah-ah), on a shootin' star
Hopin' I can make it, y'all, I pray on my knees (yeah)
Yeah, I'm in it (ah-ah-ah)
Something here is off
Nothing's really helping, dawg
I'm screamin', "Motherfuck the law" (fuck 'em)
Nigga wishin' (yeah), on a shootin' star
Wrecker wreckless, my world, mad
So I'm thinkin' 'bout it, skies fallin', crumbling
Can't save 'em honest, fuck the world, insanity
'Bout to get shit and orange Richard Millie tangerine
I'm a madman, yet act my way in a Lamborghini
And I'm speedin', demons chasin' on 'em
Make way for the rager boys
Been in my mind 'til the early morning
Shruggin' like she crankin' tripped out on Sunday
Lil' virgin wool, Lavente Monte on the runway (woo)
Yeah, I'm in it (ah-ah-ah)
Something here is off
Nothing's really helping, dawg
I'm screamin', "Motherfuck the law" (fuck 'em)
Nigga wishin' (ah-ah-ah), on a shootin' star
Hopin' I can make it, y'all, I pray on my knees (yeah)
Yeah, I'm in it (ah-ah-ah)
Something here is off
Nothing's really helping, dawg
I'm screamin', "Motherfuck the law" (fuck 'em)
Nigga wishin' (yeah), on a shootin' star
Wrecker wreckless, my world, mad