Lyrical Breakdown of BACKR00MS - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "BACKR00MS" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Travis Scott weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "BACKR00MS" 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 Travis Scott 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 Travis Scott's narrative.
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In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I'm throwin' that bih like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Ice on my face, whoa, bitches tryna chase, whoa
I ain't ever flake, whoa, tell me, what it take? Whoa
Tell me what it takes, whoa, ooh, grab the duct tape, huh
We not the same gang, whoa, ho, I bang-bang, whoa
I'm with La Flame, gang, whoa, we too insane on these hos
I took off my mask, you know, they mad, I don't see below
And the hos, they fuckin' the hos, big rocks on me, so cold
If you know what I know, hide your ho, pink cups, I'm sippin' flamingo
I was in the spot yesterday with my pops, my grandma still play bingo
Niggas want a problem with the gang, man, I don't know why, but we goin' dumb, ho
Shakin' my dreads in her face, this bitch a lil' vibe, put her in my Demmo
Fuck how they talkin', we poppin' this shit right now, yeah, huh-huh
Uh, I'm off the za' and the Wock', can't feel myself, oh, yeah-yeah
Uh, she's a trendin' topic, so I'm tryna pipe, oh, yeah-yeah
Ooh, hit it one time, then I'm out, hit it one time, then you out
Uh, fuck all these bitches and bops, all of these hos are hot
Ooh, I'm walkin' around with a lot, pockets is filled with them knots
Bitches just be bitches, I don't give a fuck 'bout much
I think I need me a Ice Spice, yeah, I want me a munch
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I'm throwin' that bih like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Yeah, yeah, throw it like 12 (yeah), just so you know we don't fuck with 12 (fuck with 12)
Not in this bitch by myself, but I'm by myself (by myself)
They got money on yo' top, who say you can't buy help? (Tell the tale)
I'm feelin' like Joe or somethin', like Terror Squad, we blowin' somethin' (hah)
She poppin' 'em 30s, thinkin' they workin', but they ain't doin' nothin' (whoo)
She doin' Ozempic, tryna be different, tryna be a newer woman (nah)
That shit a look iffy, need a thicky, need her to move somethin' (iffy)
Like improve somethin', just don't you remove nothin' (don't you do it)
Crib like a zoo, jumpin', we got reggaeton bumpin' (ha)
I need me two cummin', double-double, quick Drummond (it's)
I keep a full drum in, never know what fool's comin' (yeah)
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I'm throwin' that bih like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback