Lyrical Breakdown of Close The Door - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Close The Door" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Moneybagg Yo weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Close The Door" 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 Moneybagg Yo 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 Moneybagg Yo's narrative.
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(Skywalker OG)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
I done ran through 'bout two, three million, and I spent it all on drank (codeine)
They told me, "Go hard or go home," I switched the rules and went hard in the paint (my team)
Where your cup at? I'm ready to drink (right now)
These hunnids fresh out the bank (they crispy)
I got some problems that I can't explain
Baby, don't tell me you love me (don't do that)
Babe, there's a reason why the cup muddy
Look at my eyes 'fore you try to judge me
I got my ice on, not in public
Some days I be hopin' niggas try to touch
I know how it feel, nigga, I done been broke before (shit, I've been fucked up too)
Fuck all these niggas, I officially close the door (fall back and just focus on you, go)
I'm in a Rolls truck or the Bentley (skrrt)
I'll let a bad bitch rock the pendant (loaf)
Nigga, I'm the Birdman of my city (brr)
I'm havin' Cash Money like Slim (speak)
Water on my neck, you see all of the emeralds
Watch how the weather change when I enter (change)
I got a plain Jane from the dealer
You niggas ain't safe when I deliver
Whenever I drop, it get hot
Rugby the shirt, Louis Vuitton (LV)
These carats worth some', each one (a piece)
I'm tellin' you, I'm already on it (I'm hip)
Ain't shit gettin' past my conscience (no)
Havin' this paper, I'm turnin' up
When it's meant for you, it's gon' happen regardless (on timin')
I used to trap out the store on King street
Can't believe I came up robbin' (grindin')
Pour, I sip
I ain't never tell nigga who I killed (shh)
Fake-ass gangster, these niggas ain't built (these niggas ain't built)
I swear to god, can't go like them, can't go like them (I ain't goin' out sad)
These niggas so pussy, I'm runnin' up dirty, I earn my keep (they talk, they mad)
Nigga reach for this chain, ain't nothin' to explain, I cross him out the (?)
I done ran through 'bout two, three million, and I spent it all on drank (codeine)
They told me, "Go hard or go home," I switched the rules and went hard in the paint (my team)
Where your cup at? I'm ready to drink (right now)
These hunnids fresh out the bank (they crispy)
I got some problems that I can't explain
Baby, don't tell me you love me (don't do that)
Babe, there's a reason why the cup muddy
Look at my eyes 'fore you try to judge me
I got my ice on, not in public
Some days I be hopin' niggas try to touch
I know how it feel, nigga, I done been broke before (shit, I've been fucked up too)
Fuck all these niggas, I officially close the door (fall back and just focus on you, go)
I done ran through 'bout two, three million, and I spent it all on drank
They told me, "Go hard or go home," I switched the rules and went hard in the paint
Where your cup at? I'm ready to drink
These hunnids fresh out the bank
I got some problems that I can't explain
Baby, don't tell me you love me