Lyrical Breakdown of Everyday - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Everyday" 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 "Everyday" 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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Young Thug
I wrap my money up now, cause they all living
You smell the kitchen, I'm whipping birds up and now they smell the kitchen
I cash out, I catch a nigga bitch and then I cash out
I smash out, I hop off in a coupe and then I smash off
I just wanna fuck you everyday, baby, I just wanna fuck you everyday
I just wanna be high as a plane, baby, I just wanna be high as the rain
I just wanna throw it all in the tank, baby, money ain't a damn thing
I got racks, I don't complain, mink on the leather, got manes
Chickens they come with the coupe
Pull up on her then I poof
Bitch I'm a dog just like Snoop
Droppin' my roof, ooh
If I point it I'm gon' shoot
Who, is my opponent, where are you?
New, jumanji code, you get bamboo
I'm stoned, no mountain, pour 4s in the deuce
Yeah, I know you can't tell, i know you can't tell
Pay my homies way outta jail
The last ho I let get close and comfortable started calling me Lil' Jeff
(pshh, now that's scary)
Pass a lil baby a 40 she got me soo loosened, she's so pearly lose
Passin' her around and she come back around just like currency come for the brew
I promise I don't give her any day off and she don't care about that she a swoon
I take my dick out and I nut in her mouth and surprise her with girls from the south, aye
Cus they all pimpin'
I wrap my money up now, cause they all living
You smell the kitchen, I'm whipping birds up and now they smell the kitchen
I cash out, I catch a nigga bitch and then I cash out
I smash out, I hop off in a coupe and then I smash off
I just wanna fuck you everyday, baby, I just wanna fuck you everyday
I just wanna be high as a plane, baby, I just wanna be high as the rain
I just wanna throw it all in the tank, baby, money ain't a damn thing
I got racks, I don't complain, mink on the leather, ya mean
Killin' these nigga, killin' these bitches too
She feelin' me nigga, I'm feelin' these riches too
Arrogant muthafucka, 28 flows up I can't see others
I spend them racks for my loyals and my brothers, feel sorry for others
He can't say you're pilled like custard
Catch you in traffic, take off your jewelry and sell it across from me
Take some of the diamonds, take it to Lucky and get somethin' custom
Okay, okay, boo, he a takey muthafucka, so where's my brothers? My sisters?
I'm gonna fuck you and let him come pick you up, cause you a hooker
Sit in the mud like a worm and when you pull up, we gon' book ya
I'm livin' live like a shotgun, but my pockets on fuller
And I got plans for all of the niggas that's tryna slick pulla
I wrap my money up now, cause they all living
You smell the kitchen, I'm whipping birds up and now they smell the kitchen
I cash out, I catch a nigga bitch and then I cash out
I smash out, I hop off in a coupe and then I smash off
I just wanna fuck you everyday, baby, I just wanna fuck you everyday
I just wanna be high as a plane, baby, I just wanna be high as the rain
I just wanna throw it all in the tank, baby, money ain't a damn thing
I got racks, I don't complain, mink on the leather, ya mean