Lyrical Breakdown of In the Bag - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "In the Bag" 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 "In the Bag" 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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Driving in my car... [?] Who is coming up to my car? What? I know niggas think you white and you not bout to go in with these bars, my nigga, but that is not the truth. Word to God I take another shot of Hennessy if you don't go in right now and meet your fate right now, bruh What the fu... Okay, okay Yeah, the hustle continues, man Okay, okay (You's a wild motherfucker, Mac) So this the music that made white people mad Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out This the shit you dream about You can know the world is up for grabs Leave with everything cause everything is in the bag When I was younger, I was just a little wild motherfucker Tryna be like all the people on television They had all the bitches that I wanted, all the cars and all the extras Anything money could buy, they was spending millions I was tryna get to pimping, I was tryna blow up talking demolition That boy got the devil in him, swear he need an exorcism I'm all by myself, got no competition Keep it real in a world that's filled with politicians You want to talk about your problems Don't you wish the life you lived was motherfucking awesome Don't you wish you had all the pussy, too much money you could spend You could get away and never see your shitty life again So this the music that made white people mad Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out This the shit you dream about You can know the world is up for grabs Leave with everything cause everything is in the bag We never done with this shit Here we come with that shit I ain't stressing, I ain't worried bout nothing, don't trip It's amazing all the shit that I be coming up with Shit is real, tell 'em chill Keep on bumping my shit All my life I been a fuck up, never did anything right That's why everyday I'm fucked up Momma pray to Jesus Christ (Jesus Christ) Asking somebody to save me (Somebody save that boy) But I'm way too motherfucking crazy (No one can save that boy) All the kids is doing drugs (Drugs) They just want to break the law and find someone to fuck (They wanna find someone to fuck) Nobody doing as they told (Little bad ass kids) Everyone out of control (Fuck it, that's just how it is) I'm self made, dream came true, I'm a miracle Every time I put my dick inside a bitch, it's spiritual Got the whip that say wealthy on my steering wheel Brand new model bitch made me waffles and some cereal That's what I call a good morning Your mom work an extra job just to get you Jordans Just so you could show up at your school looking fresh saying "I don't know 'bout you, but me, I'm important" (I'm so gorgeous) You got money in your pocket, you the shit You got everything you want and bitches on your dick Yeah, a couple grand got you feeling like the man Everybody walking tall til they trip They just cut the check, you had to go and cop the whip Drive up to your ex's crib and tell her she ain't shit There's just something about the money, make a motherfucker crazy When I die, bury me in my Mercedes, God damn So this the music that made white people mad Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out This the shit you dream about You can know the world is up for grabs Leave with everything cause everything is in the bag We never done with this shit Here we come with that shit I ain't stressing, I ain't worried bout nothing, don't trip It's amazing all the shit that I be coming up with Shit is real, tell 'em chill Keep on bumping my shit Bumping my shit Bumping my shit Bumping my shit Bumping my shit