Lyrical Breakdown of Her - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Her" 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 "Her" 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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Oh, I don't need the metronome, bro
(Aye)
Candy meet the cane
When you wanna be, ah
When you eat all the cheese in the store
In the store, in the store, in the store, yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright
(It's this girl)
She lives next door, to the store that I loiter at
We talk every night, she cry to me about her guy
And if we text, I get pissed when I get no reply (it's this girl)
I know that she's the key to love
She is who I'm thinking of when I am beating Richard up
To mental images, her face look
The closest that I got was when I'm poking her on Facebook (this girl)
Video chats are so exciting
'Cause it's like she is inviting me to her world full of privacy
I'm getting gassed up, I think she's liking me
She's gullible, and I just wanna take it like a pirate (girl)
I see her in class
Not really two doors down, but in anytime that I pass
To take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hall
Locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick
My left hand on her tits, oh, my shit's getting hard
From thoughts of dating this bitch
(It's this girl)
Her name is my password
(This girl)
All my niggas got they bitches and stuff
But all the bitches they fuck, are known as bitches and sluts
But she's special, I know to y'all I come off as rough
But I'm the nicest to her, and I just want to concur
A relation, I want the cheesy dates at the movies
And stupid walks on the beach, and sharing straws in a cup
I never had that, so when we holding hands walking home
I look past that, the fact that she's fucking guys that I hate, but (this girl)
Things are looking great, cut, copy
Last time we talk, she said that her relationship was rocky (action)
Now that Mr. Fag is gone, there's no one that can stop me
From bagging her, I got these tickets to the Roxy
Next day metro's taking me home
I see her in a cut at Wendy's, but she's not alone
Who's that guy? Wait, why the fuck he 'bout to kiss her?
Come to find out, she got back with her nigga (damn)
Damn
Fuck
(It's this girl)
Another one, it's not the first time
(It's this girl)
She's so pretty, fuck self-pity, I feel so shitty
I wanna text her in a jealous rage
But if she reply to say anything, I'ma smile I know
What do I do with myself, sit in my room for some days
Play Xbox with piles full of wet socks? Fuck that (girl)
My nigga ask, "Ace, what happened to such and such?"
I could slander her name, and then tell him I probably fucked
Or I could tell him the truth, and just say she ain't like me much
But instead I lie, and say she moved to Nebraska
It's this girl
But she's not mine