Lyrical Breakdown of Jocelyn Flores - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

This lyrical analysis of "Jocelyn Flores" not only celebrates XXXTENTACION's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

(I know you so well, so well) (I mean, I can do anything that he can) (I've been pretty) I know you're somewhere, somewhere I've been trapped in my mind, girl, just holding on I don't wanna pretend there's something, we're nothing I've been stuck thinking 'bout her, I can't hold back I'm in pain, wanna put ten shots in my brain I've been tripping 'bout some things, can't change Suicidal, same time I'm tame, picture this, in bed, get a phone call Girl that you fucked with killed herself That was this summer and nobody helped And ever since then, man, I hate myself Wanna fucking end it, pessimistic All wanna see me with no pot to piss in But niggas been excited 'bout the grave I'm digging Having conversations about my haste decisions Fucking sickening At the same time, memory surfaced through the grapevine 'Bout my uncle playing with a slipknot Post-Traumatic-Stress got me fucked up Been fucked up since a couple months they had a nigga locked up I be feeling pain, I be feeling pain just to hold on And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb I be feeling pain, I be feeling pain just to hold on And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb (I know you so well, I know you well) (I mean, I can do anything, I can do that he can) (I've been pretty, I know you so well)