Lyrical Breakdown of Bout Damn Time - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bout Damn Time" 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 Young Thug 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 Young Thug's narrative.

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Time's up 'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time (We got London on the track) 'Bout time, 'bout time, yeah, 'bout time 'Bout goddamn time We done came a long way And that's why I say (what?) 'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time 'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time 'Bout damn time (hey) I swear, it's 'bout goddamn time (turn up, woo, woo, check, hey) Hey I done ran that money up, 'bout time I used to stack a five, now I'm stackin' dimes I don't care if none of y'all ain't my kind Your watch cost five thousand, you wasted your time (woo) And I'm finished, why you still at the line? If you ain't Damu, nigga, you must be blind (blatt) And I ain't turnin' down, turn down for what? I'ma turn up every time, every time, every time, every time (woo, hey) I drop 'em ten thousand, pick 'em up (boom) I told the bitch she gotta suck and fuck (ooh, woo) Hit from back and make her double nut (hey, hey) Wrapped up in towel, got all my cats plugged (ah) I swear to God, she wetter than a tub (what?) I supply real niggas and they show love (real nigga love, what?) I fuck three, four hoes every time I'm in the club (sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh) Back, back down, I gotta see these folks Mama Mia, what's up? (What?) No kills, I got kilos (woo) She'll cook up a four (woo) I wanna be that nigga My Denali truck sittin' tall, I can't even see these niggas (okay) If I wanted to, I still couldn't see these niggas (woo) 'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time 'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time 'Bout damn time (YSL, Rich Gang) I swear, it's 'bout goddamn time (okay) Hey (hey) I came from the mud, 'bout time Yeah, I know these niggas wanna ball, 'bout time I'm, I'm, for, for, lil' nigga, for a long time Came, came from the smoke in the cut for a long time, yeah (what? Woo, what?) These bitches know I wanna fuck 'em all (ha), Young Money shit (ha, ha, ha) These bitches know they come 'round me with no drawers ('cause what?) I'm on that horny shit (what?) This that horny shit, I don't care, I got hundreds, bitch (racks) A capella now, I'ma beat your fuckin' clique (uh) I might mail this shit (what?), I won't never tell the bitch (shh) All my bitches thin and brown, this that pretzel shit (hey) Michel'le, Michel'le She got bumps and rumps all over, baby I buy her CC, then I turn that shit to BB I'm like, "Feed me, feed me, feed me, I wanna eat you" 'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time 'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time 'Bout damn time I swear, it's 'bout goddamn time Hey Hey It's 'bout time, bitch He'll never know what I'm sayin', nigga Ain't goin' back, nigga I drink pints a day, bitch Loaded, hey