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.
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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

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

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

Tell me what he on

He ain't scared of none

Baby are you home