Lyrical Breakdown of Backyard - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Backyard" 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 "Backyard" 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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Aight, play the shit Yuh, yuh Yeah Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth, grab what you need Blow that dope, don't get too high From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come, take this ride Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott Over one lost trip to the sky Let me tell the tale 'cause you told the tale When you said I could make it this high Who knew? Goddammit, who knew? The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue You can really identify when you lookin' in they eyes Who ready to ride, that's true When they look in my eyes, they see that real How Scotty entired that juice, had my back against that wall Every summer felt so cold, my daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall That's why my pimp game so moist, had that du-rag and all Had a twenty-year-old bitch in high school Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do On the south side of that H-O-U Hol' up, let's take it back to that room, no car, but still had drive Just a hundred niggas standin' outside Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot I'ma ride for all of my niggas, they forever here by my side It was just eight niggas in a two bedroom, no leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real Yeah, yeah, for real Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga Let it be known, yeah, it's that real Yeah, yeah, for real For real Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real Yeah, for real Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin' Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin' Back-backyard, we gettin' high Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin' Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin' Back-backyard, we gettin' high (Verses) One day you'll find your purpose Now, my show's packed out like churches Fans never missin' out a word on the verses (Now) Never sit around, just workin' (Now), it was worth it (Now) That's for certain (Now), I deserve it (Now) Lord knows we don't get tired, been through more dirt than a derby Mama worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service She stayed in, out the hospital, you know that made me nervous, uh Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent, uh If a bitch don't want me, don't need them, still got my Jergens And bitch, you can keep them herpes Go alert me No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey You heard me, you heard me, now, swervin', hittin' curbs And my nigga, my nigga came home, so it just got real Yeah, yeah, for real Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga Let it be known, yeah, it's that real Yeah, yeah, for real For real Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real Yeah, for real Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin' Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin' Back-backyard, we gettin' high Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin' Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin' Back-backyard, we gettin' high