Lyrical Breakdown of Hey I - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hey I" 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 "Hey I" 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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(We got London on da Track)
Get it, I think she ready for a kiddy
She tell me she ain't gon' make me miss her
She let me wet her whole lil' ceilin', ayy
My dick like crack so, yeah, I'm dealin'
She got a love on Peter Griffin
Nut on the front of her head like I'm Eddie Griffin
I know like, girl, I'm a star and she can make her wish
I go in down when I'm hard and tear up her tissue
Where the fuck you goin', girl? I miss you
I wanna bang like a pistol
I wanna bang like a Crip do
I'm bangin' red like suu-woo
Brand-new Rollie, I'm livin' sporty
Flood you in gold like a trophy
She still the bomb, call her lotus
Hey, racks keep me up without Folgers
I'm up, I'm up
I might hit 'em with them bucks just in case he got luck
This a Crime Mob lifestyle, nigga, knuck if you buck
Just 'cause I'm in New York with a puck
Don't mean you won't get stuck up, up
Ayy, I might just tell this ho my secret
First, I like 'em red like a demon
A purse every time lil' mama catch me cheatin'
Starburst, I won't eat it unless it's creamy
Get it, I think she ready for a kiddy
She tell me she ain't gon' make me miss her
She let me wet her whole lil' ceilin', ayy
My dick like crack so, yeah, I'm dealin'
She got a love on Peter Griffin
Nut on the front of her head like I'm Eddie Griffin
I know like, girl, I'm a star and she can make her wish
I go in down when I'm hard and tear up her tissue
I just completed my little mission
I put somethin' in your stomach next to your kidney
I want nothin' to do with none of these lil' bitches
I want somethin' to do with everything and I'm willin'
To go to church and ask God just for forgiveness
For everything and tell that preacher I'm gon' remember
Him bringin' you in my life and that's on my children
Fuck all them other hoes talkin', they Wendy Williams
Now your wrist got ice like December
I pour out the pint like Mutumbo
I'm a fuckin' lion like Simba
And, yeah, my girl ballin' like Kendra
Get it, I think she ready for a kiddy
She tell me she ain't gon' make me miss her
She let me wet her whole lil' ceilin', ayy
My dick like crack so, yeah, I'm dealin'
She got a love on Peter Griffin
Nut on the front of her head like I'm Eddie Griffin
I know like, girl, I'm a star and she can make her wish
I go in down when I'm hard and tear up her tissue