Lyrical Breakdown of Studio - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Studio" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how ScHoolboy Q feat. BJ The Chicago Kid weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Studio" 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 ScHoolboy Q feat. BJ The Chicago Kid 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 ScHoolboy Q feat. BJ The Chicago Kid's narrative.
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I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby
But this song so fuckin' dope, girl,
It's harder not for me to blaze it
To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin'
So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby
See I've been in the studio just tryna get to you, baby
All night layin' verses though I'd rather lay with you, baby
Bra and panties matchin', nail and toes,
You all kinda lady
Angel out of Heaven, such a goddess have a nigga prayin'
I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby
But this song so fuckin' dope, girl,
It's harder not for me to blaze it
To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin'
So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby
You need a real nigga, shorty
So come and throw that pussy,
Shorty
See I think you and me can make it
This little verse to get you naked
See, your heart ain't meant for breaking
Cupid's never been mistaken
See, I been caught up in the moment
Shit, my type ain't quite her type
But now this gangsta nigga on it
She can twist my weed and hit the 'yac
I can hit your type without the hat
Put that pussy on the map
I see qualities in a bad girl
I know that ass you got come with attitude and your swag, girl
You ain't wrong, girl
Just when that door knock lose your thong, girl
'Cause you girl, 'cause you girl, girl,
'Cause you girl, girl
'Cause you girl, girl
I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby
But this song so fuckin' dope, girl,
It's harder not for me to blaze it
To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin'
So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby
Throw a loc your pussy, girl, you knowing that your nigga faded
Can I hit that pussy way I wanna while this record playing?
Put my tongue in different places,
Play a game of operation
Like, na-na-na, la-la, la-la, you get what I'm saying
No metaphors,
Nothing like that
I'm keeping it straight to the point with you
So, I'ma put this dick up all inside of you
I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby
But this song so fuckin' dope, girl,
It's harder not for me to blaze it
To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin'
So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby
I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby
But this song so fuckin' dope, girl
It's harder not for me to blaze it
To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin'
So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby