Lyrical Breakdown of See You Space Cowboy... - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "See You Space Cowboy..." 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 "See You Space Cowboy..." 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.

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Yeah, yeah, uh Grammy-nominated, never won it though Don't need it, but deep down I want it though Bank account still on a hunnid though My bank account still on a hunnid (ayy) But that don't mean shit, that don't mean that I'm shit It's just me and my clique and we bombin' this shit Ain't no drama and shit, now I'm throwin' a fit Watch me throwin' a fit and get lit like I'm Evel Knievil Just me and my people, we call this the sequel to Under Pressure Ain't no need to measure who the best Fuck around and know who the best Who give a shit? I just spit about this, and I know what I love R-A-double-T, I put nothin' above like that thing in the glove From Maryland to LA, I'm a motherfuckin' boss at the bars And I'm down for the cause, who's down for the cause? Take a step back, hold up (L-O-G-I-C) Put the city on the map with the city on my back Let 'em know you're never ever goin' back (L-O-G-I-C) Don't be scared to murk 'em all, hurt 'em all, watch 'em all Get up all, watch 'em all get a ball (L-O-G-I-C) When you grow up in a hood without a male role model And your momma turn to the bottle Give a damn about status, who the baddest I just wanna be the raddest dad as I can be This shit is systemic inside of us B', the media lie to us B' They tell us we can be whoever we want to be And then when we try, what they tell us? (What they tell us?) What they tell us? To live more realistically, ayy Fuck that, get the fuck back, fuck rap and all that noise (all that noise) Growin' up, how I grew up I really never had a choice (never had a choice) Had killers and murderers in my house, and they was all of my boys (all of my boys) But deep down I always knew better, knew that shit I need to avoid Yeah, ayo I got a lot on my mind Got a lot of work ahead of me I'm tryna maintain balance of my time Never want to let it bottle up like everything's fine That's how you go crazy and end up in the pond I've been talkin' to my therapist Rhymes I've been writin' so hot you would think it was in Arabic Flow bomb like a terrorist, never careless I got soul like parish, yeah, from Tokyo to Paris My bitch bad, stay with money like an heiress Time with my wife and my son, what I cherish Just try to relax your mind Just try to relax your mind Just try to relax your mind Just try to relax your mind Alright, well, I guess, um, I just I woke up one day And I was like, "You know what? I kinda feel like rappin' again" You know what I'm sayin'? So I did it And I been chillin' with little Bobby and his fine ass momma And we out here in the country Shootin' guns, ridin' dirt bikes and shit And I was just like, "Man, I wanna do this" So I invited all the homiesout here in the middle of nowhere And uh, we just decided to do this Bobby Tarantino EP Three-peat, off the cuff just for fun, just for the summer, just for all the homies But we actually out here recordin' this album It's goin' to be my last studio-album on DefJam So, so it's goin' to be a vibe, man It's just goin' to be fun, you know, just a fun thing You know me, I'm a nerd, I love hip-hop, man I love you listenin', I love the fans, we doin' this shit for the fans, man Whole time I was gone they was like, "Come back, come back" And I was like, "Nah", and then-and then, and now I'm like, "Yeah, alright, I'm back" I love y'all so much, RATTPACK, baby Yeah, little Bobby (dadda, momma)