Lyrical Breakdown of RIGHT THERE! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "RIGHT THERE!" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Nas X weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "RIGHT THERE!" 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 Lil Nas X 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 Lil Nas X's narrative.
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Late to the party, come on in the club, get ghetto (bitch, get ghetto)
Three bitches on me, man, the night can't get no better (can't get no better)
That's it right there (yeah), that's it right there (yeah)
That's it right there, that's it right there
All these Benz exclusive, yeah, what you need?
I need a nigga with loose-lick hips
I need a model with some big, fake lips
I just did X in the bathroom stall on a B-list star, gettin' my A-list round
I'm JK like I'm next to LM
I'm so drunk that my shit went limp, ay, ay, uh
Pour me some Henny, uh
To tell you the truth, nigga, I'm Papoose, I'ma need my Remy
In that brand-new Tron like Jimmy
Uh, a nigga finna Turner like Timmy
Then hit my ex like, "Baby, did you miss me?"
I'm tryna fuck you and fuck up my kidneys
Fuck up this drank, yeah, babe, that's polygamy
Late to the party, come on, late to the party, come on
My AP bust like the cops when the camera ain't on
Last year, a nigga went missin'
This year, I'm washin' these niggas like I was just doin' the dishes
My bitches is niggas, these niggas is bitches
I'm drunk as fuck, what is the difference? Look
Late to the party, come on, in the club, get ghetto (bitch, get ghetto)
Three bitches on me, man, the night can't get no better (can't get no better)
That's it right there (right there), that's it right there
Yeah, that's it right there, that's it right there
Heavyweight champ, when it come to the drink, I'm winnin' (lil' bitch I'm)
Casamigos up in me (yeah), Hennessy drink, I'm spinnin', ooh
That's it right there (right there), that's it right there (right there)
That's it right there, that's it right there
Bitch, tie my shoelace, off that Hen' and that D'ussé
I need my hos by the douse
Let's make a movie, you and your roommate
I get it and get it, came in, they thought I was skemished
Everyone thought I'd be finished
"How could he get any bigger than the biggest record ever?"
Ho, I did it, and did it, and did it again
Look at the charts, who bigger than him?
I take the juice and I mix it with gin
I take your bitch and I mix it with him, damn, yeah
Top of the mornin', top of the charts
Gettin' top on the top of the car
I've been on top, they all said I wouldn't pop
I can still write 'cause I pop
I used to sleep on the cot
Now I'm on the beach in Belize, got the hos doin' X on the yacht
Look what God did
Niggas better recognize who I is
Whole world on my pee-pee, yep, yep, like cam make 'em skeet-skeet
Wet, wet, Maybach go, "Beep-beep" (skrrt)
Big Nas, come get that work
Montero, these hos gon' flirt
Lost and found, I can't find my shirt
Montero just popped a Perc'
This feel like God is first
This scripture, a Bible verse
Buss it open and make it, uh
Buss it open and make it twerk
Late to the party, come on, in the club, get ghetto (bitch, get ghetto)
Three bitches on me, man, the night can't get no better (can't get no better)
That's it right there (right there), that's it right there
Yeah, that's it right there, that's it right there
Heavyweight champ, when it come to the drink, I'm winnin' (lil' bitch I'm)
Casamigos up in me (yeah), Hennessy drink, I'm spinnin', ooh
That's it right there (right there), that's it right there (right there)
That's it right there, that's it right there