Lyrical Breakdown of Good Evening - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Good Evening" 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 "Good Evening" 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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I have no legs I have no legs I have no legs Run by the park and get zooted, bih-? Uh Look Good evening Yeah, uh When I party in New York, take the late night subway Goin' out Friday to comin' home Monday From all directions never find me on the one way flavor The rhyme just the icin' on the cupcake, fuck face My fans notice these other rappers is bogus I'm supercalifragilisticexpialidocious And the boy stay, kickin' incredibly dope shit Make my mama proud 'cause my clothes fit Travel 'round the globe bitch, on my Lewis Clark shit Don't matter where I live, 'cause I can tell you where my heart is I just stay on my side, fuck where everybody at Tell the planet, "Peace", 'cause I'm gone, I ain't comin' back Had the whole regular life, I can tell you that I'm done with that Try to build a mil' off a couple stacks Own my own business, investin' all I got into these fuckin' raps Willie Parker money, hand it off then it's runnin' back Ayo, you fuck wit' dat Uh, you gotta fuck wit' dat You in love wit' dat Look, uh, Mac Miller Takin' sips from the fountain of youth If you ain't heard about the kid, then you out of the loop As I'm sittin' back starin' at this world in my eyes See out the window in my room that I'm hidden inside I'm just a kid who stays speakin' and starts talkin' his mind Like a roller coaster, but I stay along for the ride Put my heart up on the page and the song gonna cry There's logic behind the way stayin' caught in a lie, boy Ain't a shock that I'm a topic of discussion Motherfuckers want my spot, so they probably wish I wasn't They give a lil' love like everyone does In reality, they stoned off that competitive drug And I don't blame 'em 'Cause those who above me, I'm gunnin' for Try and make my way to the top, startin' from the floor And I don't even need to bring a single gun to war 'Cause I be on some shit that they ain't never done before Takin' over piece by piece, startin' from the core It's only been a year, I can stick around a hundred more Said I could stick around a hundred more I ain't goin' nowhere Young and so much time to go Jerm, you might as well keep this one rollin' I got like one more verse I haven't spit three verses on a song in a minute Uh-hum, see if I can remember this one A'ight look You can find me in the lab workin' overtime Smell the weed when you going by, global grind I ain't just a local guy When you feelin' stressed out, have an L Blow money, keep my lady decked out in Chanel Live fast, when I die better wish me well Huh, I just hope they servin' beer in hell Just an everyday story that I'm here to tell So please, stick around for the epilogue For anyone who ever blog, prolly heard my name Hip-Hop's underdog, you wanna win the game I'm sick of hearin' how music change, never be the same And these dudes who think they everything and never pick a lane Call yourself a vet, but haven't won a single game Mad, every girl got my name imprinted in her brain Boy, I'm a beast, match the style in bars Find me smokin' weed where the wild things are, huh Yes sir So I mean, I had to take this time Real quickly, to just go in I'on know man I feel like you should never stop goin' in on your shit That's just me I mean, Q and Treej out there we excited just makin' history And Jerm of course