Lyrical Breakdown of Till The Morning - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Till The Morning" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Yachty weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Till The Morning" 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 Yachty 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 Yachty's narrative.

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(Dy Krazy) Von beat his body, they think he Illuminati I'm talkin' Gucci Gucci 'cause we don't do Huaraches Can't wife no thotty thotty, man, she want X and molly And she caught two new bodies, I'm talkin' Thug and Yachty I told her call me when she horny Why you put the feds on me? I cover the tats with Gucci long-sleeves They got my back forever, broski, yeah All she do is geek until the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' She be geekin' 'til the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' She be geekin' 'til the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' She be geekin' 'til the Yeah, oh, oh (yeah, yeah yeah) Yeah, oh, oh, oh (yeah, yeah) Yeah, how'd you got it? How'd you want it? How you get it, baby? Never stop it, get it poppin' every fuckin' day Kawasaki, Maserati, only rockin' Giuseppe Zanotti You want problems, don't you? Baby, don't play-play, this your payday Baby, don't play-play, this your payday I got swan, not baguettes where my neck lay Thirty carat VVS's when you're ready I take care of your body like you RiRi, baby Play the marriage all night on your TV, baby R.i.p. Biggie and fuck the NYPD Chicago polices, Atlanta, and all PCs (woo) Fuck the police, and they'll lock you up for decease-'cease (yeah) It don't matter, I got bitches at the DMV (woo) Roll with me, flood your neck with rosary (yeah) Rollin' me like a rolly-polly please, woo Von beat his body, they think he Illuminati I'm talkin' Gucci Gucci 'cause we don't do Huaraches Can't wife no thotty thotty, man, she want X and molly And she caught two new bodies, I'm talkin' Thug and Yachty I told her call me when she horny Why you put the feds on me? I cover the tats with Gucci long-sleeves They got my back forever, broski, yeah All she do is geek until the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' She be geekin' 'til the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' She be geekin' 'til the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' She be geekin' 'til the (let's go) Almost there (there), oh, you ready now? (Ready) I just paint the coupe redder than spaghetti now Fuck her so good, think about it in her sleep (Ew) She call me Freddy now (woo), she rock baguetties now She wanna fuck the Pendergrass, Teddy loud She got a thumb in her ass, pull it out (boop) I might get her higher than a blimp (woo) She said her last nigga was a shrimp (oh) None of my business (ay) Baby girl, let me help you open your business (go) Baby girl, can I please fuck on your friendses? If you say yes, I might buy you a Benzes (go), you a lil' princess (yeah) She go downtown in 1942 It's her birthday, she gon' shake somethin' (alright) Bitch try her, she beat her up the worst way (boom) My lil' gutter bitch, she can't wait to shake somethin' (yeah) Von beat his body, they think he Illuminati I'm talkin' Gucci Gucci 'cause we don't do Huaraches Can't wife no thotty thotty, man, she want X and molly And she caught two new bodies, I'm talkin' Thug and Yachty I told her call me when she horny Why you put the feds on me? I cover the tats with Gucci long-sleeves They got my back forever, broski, yeah All she do is geek until the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' She be geekin' 'til the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' She be geekin' 'til the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' She be geekin' 'til the