Lyrical Breakdown of Out Of Sight - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Logic weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Out Of Sight" 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 Logic 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 Logic's narrative.

This lyrical analysis of "Out Of Sight" not only celebrates Logic's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

What We gon' make it, knock on wood We gon' make it, knock on wood Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak 'Cause I (What), uh, I'm out of sight Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What) I think I did, God damn, think I did Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib Then I dig up in the rib (What) We gon' make it, knock on wood We gon' make it, knock on wood (What) Used to wish that I could ball Yeah, I used to wish I could Now with millions in the bank My only question is I should (What) Scared money don't make none, yeah, I'm good Fifty fifty on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak Put a bullet through your sheet, put your body in the earth Like a cleat, like a (What, what), like a cleat Bobby gon' body the beat, then you know he gon' repeat 'Cause I'm what? Out of sight 'Cause I'm (What), I'm out of sight Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh I think I did, hold up now, I think I did Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib Then I dig up in the rib Fifty million in the bank, hundred million on my mind If I die tomorrow, at least I done had one hell of a time Switch the flow up when I rhyme Switch the flow up when I rhyme People throwin' shade 'cause I shine Fifty thousand in the pot, I just threw in twenty blind Shooting craps in the alley I bet all the food stamps Now my house in the valley make me wanna do the dance, like We gon' make it, knock on wood We gon' make it, knock on wood Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak 'Cause I (What), uh, I'm out of sight Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What) I think I did, God damn, I think I did Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib Then I dig up in the rib (What) We gon' make it, knock on wood We gon' make it, knock on wood (What) People always told me I would never make it out my hood Yeah, I made it, knock on wood Now I made it, knock on wood All the money we making keep circulating like it should What, what What, what What, what What, what What