Lyrical Breakdown of Birds & Bees - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Vince Staples feat. Daley weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Birds & Bees" 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 Vince Staples feat. Daley 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 Vince Staples feat. Daley's narrative.

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Birds and the bees, they wannabes They'll never fuck wit' me Birds and the bees, they wannabes They'll never fuck wit' me Birds and the bees, they wannabes They'll never fuck wit' me Birds and the bees, they wannabes They'll never fuck wit' me Rounds up in that chamber, I'm a gangsta like my daddy My mama caused another problem when she had me They found another dead body in the alley They found another dead body in the alleyway Stackin' paper, I'm a gangsta like my granny It's money over everything if you ask me They found another dead body in the alley They found another dead body in the alleyway I'm stoppin', poppin' like a shootin' guard My seat is back, I'm too relaxed, not movin' out this car I shot your child, so what, you know we wildin' after dark The sun come down and guns come out, you know Ramona Park Bandana brown, my skin is brown, I'm fightin' wit' the law We runnin' 'round the city, east, west and the north G check, better leap if you feelin' frog You wit' the shit, getcho feet wet wit' the sharks (Bridge) Birds and the bees, they wannabes They'll never fuck wit' me Birds and the bees, they wannabes They'll never fuck wit' me Birds and the bees, they wannabes They'll never fuck wit' me Birds and the bees, they wannabes They'll never fuck wit' me Rounds up in that chamber, I'm a gangsta like my daddy