Lyrical Breakdown of 92 Explorer - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "92 Explorer" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Post Malone weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "92 Explorer" 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 Post Malone 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 Post Malone's narrative.
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Ooh-ooh, wow
Ahh, yeah-yeah (Wow)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
We got London On Da Track
Hunnid and twenty, come catch me
Forties inside of my belly
Shouldn't be drivin', I'm faded (Skrt, yeah, yeah)
Rock that Nirvana, my favorite
Damn, I forgot what her name is
She in the front seat, head-bangin' (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, money counter sound somethin' like a chopper, chopper (Chopper, chopper)
Speakers system bumpin', fuck your fuckin' block up (Fuck your block up)
Used to mock him, now it's custom Bentley mock-ups (Mock-ups)
Killer drop, a call from lockup
If you buy that Echo, why you lyin'? You broke
Got a nine in my tote, get you smoke like a stoge
Keep on ridin' my coat, your new shit is a joke
Why you bitin' my flows? What you tryna be, Post?
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin'
Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin'
Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas' glancin'
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' (Skrt)
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin'
Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin'
Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas' glancin'
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin'
She used to shoppin' at the mall (Ooh)
I'll teach lil' baby how to ball
I hit Rodeo, spent like 40 G's (Wow)
Four hunnid pairs of Gucci socks
I lost all my friends, made a lot of foes
Made a lot of M's, made a lot of moves
Open up the safe, I'm just with the bros
Cop the 458, cost me 2-5-0 (Yeah)
Man, look at all my ice (Ice)
I hit your main thing twice (Your main thing twice)
Take a word of advice (A word of advice)
Break up with that hoe (Hoe)
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin'
Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' (Ohh)
Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas' glancin' (Wow)
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' (Skrt)
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin' (Skrt)
Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' (Skrt)
Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas' glancin'
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin'
Cold wrist, frozen
Got sacks, Goldman
Bought the bar, Roseanne
No joke, deadpan
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin'
Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin'
Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas glancin'
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' (Skrt, skrt)
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin' (Skrt)
Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' (Skrt)
Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas glancin' (Skrt)
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin'
Ooh (Ooh-ooh)
Yeah, haha (Ooh-ooh)
Ooh (Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)
We got London On Da Track