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.
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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 know you so well, so well) I've been trapped in my mind, girl, just holdin' on (I mean, I can do anything that he can) I don't wanna pretend we're somethin', we're nothin' (I've been pretty, I know you so well, so well) I've been stuck thinkin' 'bout her, I can't hold on (I mean, I can do anything that he can, I've been pretty) I'm in pain, wanna put ten shots in my brain I've been trippin' '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 when nobody helped And ever since then, man, I hate myself Wanna fuckin' end it, pessimistic All wanna see me with no pot to piss in But niggas been excited 'bout the grave I'm diggin' Havin' conversations 'bout my haste decisions Fuckin' sickenin', at the same time Memories surface through the grapevine 'bout my uncle playin' with a slip knot Post-traumatic stress got me fucked up Been fucked up since the couple months they had a nigga locked up I'll be feelin' pain, I'll be feelin' pain just to hold on And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb I'll be feelin' pain, I'll be feelin' 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 he can I've been pretty, I know you so well