Welcome to the detailed analysis of "BLESSED" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "BLESSED" 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 undefined 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 undefined's narrative.
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Niggas is blessed
I'ma put a bike track and the zipline at the other-other-crib
Golf Wang's doing amazing, might open up another store
Le FLEUR* is goin' insane, smell good, nail polish
Converse, Gucci, Camp Flog Gnaw one of the best festivals
I'm healthy, my skin glowin', my friends healthy
I'm fuckin' who, what, when, where, haha
Karen and Alex Moss 'bout to drop off some new pieces
I'm out here scorin' commercials, movies soon
We writin' shows, man, life is fuckin' beautiful
I done fell in love and th-th-the-
The only flaw is my fuckin' hair won't grow
It's been like two years and this shit like two inches
Come get lost with me, man, come, come, come see the world
When you, when you really get out there, call me, I'll be there
And I don't take jets like that, I'm scared to go broke, so
I don't take none of this shit for granted
It's opulence, baby