Lyrical Breakdown of Baby Are You Home - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Baby Are You Home" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Uzi Vert weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Baby Are You Home" 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 Uzi Vert 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 Uzi Vert's narrative.

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Yeah, she call my phone Ask me what I'm on Baby, is you home I'm in the area Tell me what he on He ain't scaring none You know why you text my phone Tell me if you home Like, Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Like, counting all my dough With my eyes closed I don't trust a hoe But, I trust my own Like, money in my pants Sticking out my thigh roll Yes, Lil Uzi, like hit that eye roll I don't got no money, that's a lie hoe Kinda got messy, got rid of my side hoe I don't wanna fuck you if you a dry hoe Up in Mexico with the plug, eating Pico de Gallo You a rockstar, now pills try those Traded in my chocolate, now I got a bright hoe Man I got my head right Man I got my bread right Livin' my life just so right You can see my diamonds at night Girl you know I'm higher than a satellite Can I come over, or are you the playin' type? Yeah, she call my phone Ask me what I'm on Baby, is you home I'm in the area Tell me what he on He ain't scaring none You know why you text my phone Tell me if you home Like, Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Yes, but boy you do not know me Boy you ain't my homie Ballin' like I'm Kobe Now, I'm ballin' like Ginobili Like, boy your style so oldie Balding like Ginobili Pull up in that Porsche Brittany in the Lotus I get money, yeah And I put that on my oldest I ain't got no kids, so I put that on my Rollie They say that he real, so that nigga got to show me And that nigga homies, really ain't his homies I got red homies I got blue homies Yeah, I got the gun, and it shoot homies Yeah, I got them crash dummies, they my new homies Girl, I made you famous Ain't no need to thank me Like yeah I put you first you're my lady I'm skrtin' the water with my baby Yeah, she call my phone Ask me what I'm on Baby, is you home I'm in the area Tell me what he on He ain't scaring none You know why you text my phone Tell me if you home Like, Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Baby are you home Tell me what he on He ain't scared of none Baby are you home Baby are you home