Lyrical Breakdown of SAFARI - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "SAFARI" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Tyler, The Creator weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "SAFARI" 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 Tyler, The Creator 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 Tyler, The Creator's narrative.

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Destination: remote We done been everywhere Only thing we ain't traveled Is time (yo) The boy record smell like bleach I can travel where I want I'm accustomed clearin' customs It ain't custom, I don't come Flee the bird to the truck I scream, "Au revoir," to the stewardess Border control asking stupid shit Stayin' at home, I hate Runaway love, but I'm no Ludacris Sippin' on mint tea, take my shoes off Then we take off, then I snooze off Until I land where I'm foreign Then I wake up, wipe the drool off Got my passport in my weekend I'ma cool off, get a sweet tan Loafers filled with beach sand Recline 'til it's time to peace sign Fuck all the chains and the cars, get a passport See the world, open your eyes 'til your back hurt Niggas get bread and won't leave, shit is backwards Start with your feet, then a car, then an airport Get out your bubble gum Blow up horizons, sun Sled in the Alps or go tube in Missoula Or tour in Japan or go scuba in Cuba Or land in a borough, Jerrod got the brioche Ciabatta in Como, it matches my peacoat Oversee the sea, all the things that you could see Like them languages I speak, out in Paris for a week Take my nephews out to Nice, they like "Who?" I'm like, "Oui," ha We on a safari Legendary (safari) World-renowned Globally recognized Catch us if you can (baby, we on a safari) Are you keepin' up? ('Fari) Once in a lifetime (baby, we on a safari) This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide Speakin' matter-of-factly (baby, we on a safari) We're just light years ahead (you said that it was you I saw with another in my place) Yeah Every car retarded, the garage look like a loony bin What coupe he in? Depends on the 'fit and the type of mood he in (ugh) I been switchin' gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN Clutch, then he stroke outta nowhere like a droopy grin (ugh) Huh, took that Grammy home, couldn't lose again The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trimmed (ugh) Hov talkin' 'bout a hundred million, nigga, loop me in Like who that young, rich, handsome nigga with the gooey skin? (Ugh) Mama named him Tyler and his brothers call him T And the bank, they call him when that wire clear like season three or somethin' (ugh) Skateboard named him Bunnyhop, it's Baudelaire or Wolfie, though The felines named him hour for how long he eat the— (pussy) wait a minute (ugh) Pink loafers scuff quickly, Fiat cost a buck sixty I'll keep it a buck fifty, y'all can't really fuck with me (ugh) Bitch, I got the fuzz and I'ma own it 'til they bury him Only twenty-nine, but I've been focused since thirty M (ugh) Wolf Call me if you get lost (Gangsta Grillz) And like that (uh) we gone