Lyrical Breakdown of Bird Call - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Mac Miller weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bird Call" 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 Mac Miller 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 Mac Miller's narrative.

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Quack, quack I'm chilling for an hour, smoking weed, watching Worldstar Benz in the garage, probably got to drive your girl car You ain't a rapper, my homies never heard y'all I just spit a punchline, so now I need a bird call Hit your sister in the face with a Nerf Ball I'm dealing with some shit that really don't concern y'all Punch a fan if you get a fucking word wrong I'm wavy, get me some shit that you can surf on Finding me a bitch I can swerve on Frank Thomas homie, about to put the hurt on Your bitch at night lie in bed, she turned on Throw some weed, tell her burn one Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one Yea, I used to give a fuck about success Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress Posted down for buttsex, it will be a cum fast Sorry that's some shit I had to confess Crazy ass bitch doing 911 threats Came in the game smoking Newport Hundreds Now I'm at the top and the crown fit Gold on my outfit Surrounded by this pussy, I'ma drown in Got that wet pack, bitch come and give me that You know we wanna know where them titties at Got 'em gassed, they be asking what I'm cooking with Have your little brother asking moms where the pussy is Corruption, stuntin' at the function Your girl pussy smell like Sour Cream & Onion Pay attention, you'll learn something Roll that weed up, burn one Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one