Lyrical Breakdown of Sarah - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sarah" 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 "Sarah" 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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I like my girls skinny with brains I like my hoodies fucked with Lame I like my friends imaginary with no names And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round Tried to find ammo but it's none around town So I went Down South but I ended up North Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch And of course, my car's off course You're so white, my blinkers don't work I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn) You make a nigga sing songs nice You make a nigga's night turn day And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi) I want to eat you out like jello And mess with your body like the bass and the cello And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!) Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one Another love song about shit And I'll be rich if I get another diss Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!) Another love song about shit And I'll be rich if I get another diss Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!) Maybe? (No) Maybe? (I'm sorry) Maybe? (I got a date) Maybe? (Where's your dad?) I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went Tyler, what are you doing? Shut the fuck up! Uh-umm… Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch Uhh… Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head Mmph! But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek In private, not public in the streets And your cupcake I would eat and your toes 'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet I just want somebody I can see You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!) Now this shit is turning to a habit I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way And truthfully girl you really make my day I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay And I can't even look the other way Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin' And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah Another love song about shit And I'll be rich if I get another diss Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!) (Maybe) Another love song about shit And I'll be rich if I get another diss Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!) You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!) You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!) You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!) I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!) Half your body laying on my chest The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast And I'ma just take another guess Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes Am I crazy? Maybe But fucked up is how I been lately Shit, I don't give a fuck Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me? What did you want from me? What did you want from me? (Police!) I gave you everything (Police!) But, I guess I wasn't the one (This is the police! Open the door!) I don't know, I don't know (Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!) (Open up or we'll barge right in!) Fuck it, Blaow!