Lyrical Breakdown of With You - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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This is my happy ever suicide My hands tied behind my breast My silhouette did pirouettes The curtains are closing My baby was my ooh-lah lah, neverlasting My baby was my cry me rivers and shadow casket Who could be my lovely, my lovely? Who could be my only one, my only? I'm almost just as empty as you think I am, a penny for your thoughts A wooden hair of happiness, a pretty Ricky Ross A may-black music, I woke up in my sympathy, became black Judas All my everythings for sale All my second hand discoveries, Dungarees faded pale All my halfway hallelujahs are tippy-toed in the mail All the fluctuations on scales And the missing therapy sessions of bullies treating me well Well, we don't drink that If it ain't the top shelf, nigga you can keep that Share my life on Telephone, I'm 25 at 306, and 809 became my home Gave you a taste of my redemption and now I want my drink back Somebody hold me like I'm almost enough Somebody told me pray for heaven, saw how tiny it was Little love from me, we can build this home alone Alone Forever with you, forever with you I'm a home away from home and promise you'll keep this secret And promise you won't forgive me to tell you that smells like peaches He who leeches on love is a lame, chains and left her for London Wireless festival reparable, so good when he wasn't Wooo bada day Woooo bada day Wooo bada day Woooo bada day Wooo bada day Woooo bada day Forever with you For Ever