Lyrical Breakdown of Funeral - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Funeral" 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 "Funeral" 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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Yeah, yeah, can you turn up my headphones?
Yeah-yeah, yeah
This music go with my funeral, yeah, yeah
Music go with my funeral, a-hem
Yeah, I said
Said I was raised inside this gritty city, ridin' through, you probably miss me
My bicycle fell, I hit the road, the mailman almost hit me
All these sins were more than shitty, I just pray the Lord forgive me
Doin' drugs is just a war with boredom, but they sure to get me
My side-bitch is sort of pretty, but she got enormous titties
Know I'm worth a fortune, she just wants a brand-new Porsche or Bentley
Had a few abortions, unfortunately, I forced 'em
Lord knows I'll turn a child to an orphan when I'm tourin'
I'm more than what I think of myself, I really have to be
Sit at home, and drink by myself, my thoughts harassin' me
Actually, as a matter of fact, she ain't gettin' back to me
A shame that my tragedy my masterpiece, yeah
Trapped inside these dreams of mine
Just tryna get some peace of mind, yeah
I've been trapped inside these dreams of mine
So you'll never get a piece of mind
This the last (last) day (day)
Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
Of your life (of your life, of your life, of your life)
This the motherfuckin' last (last) day (day)
Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
Of your life (of your life), yeah, yeah
See, we swallowed in this web of lies, never try to exercise
You used to be a fantasy, but now I guess it's televised
I heard the legends never die, oh, this lonely hell of mine
There never was a better time to better myself
Forever I melt, and float away like waves in the ocean
Starin' inside of Heaven's eyes, the gates will never open
I'm smokin' on this field of hope, waitin' 'til my deal gets closed
I keep gettin' hotter, but all I seem to feel is cold
22 don't feel so old, but I think I'm 82
You mean to tell me God took seven days and all he made, was you?
I'm out here with the kangaroos, makin' danger, break the rules
Celebrate my date of birth with acid, get the days confused
Happiness I take from you, searchin' for the naked truth
I'm not awake, I'm in a lake, I'll swim away with you
Bitch, check out the butterfly
If you're the truth, then what the fuck am I? Yeah
This the last (last) day (day)
Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
Of your life (your life, your life, your life)
This the motherfuckin' last (last) day (day)
Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
Of your life (of your life), yeah
Said, where are you goin'?
Where are you headed?
Where are you goin'?
Can I come? Can I come? (Can I come?)