Lyrical Breakdown of Jonesboro - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Jonesboro" 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 "Jonesboro" 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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Fuck that
Metro in this bitch going crazy
Yeah
Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (Ay)
Nigga havin' goals, all through it, mouthin'
Life time goals (Woo), rented through the roof (Wha'?)
Pullin' out the Ghost (Grah), make a nigga poof (Grah)
Niggas talkin' shit but what is it to do?
I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof (woo)
My spot is a army base and I got the proof
Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe
Change the channel, I don't wanna see none these pussy niggas (Nah)
I've been fucking niggas' bitches and get plenty figures
On the road to riches, ain't got the realest with us
Slaughter gang wit' me, nigga, nah, it's not a scissors
Street nigga with a bunch of lives like a tiger (Yea')
Y'all niggas just a bunch of dykеs fucking niggas (Pff)
Nigga told and he was my homie, I can't miss him
Ain't nobody feel him
Tell mе what you seen, what you saw
I done ran it up, I'm guessin' which broad
I'ma take 'em home tonight
I'm tryna see if I can take it home tonight
Seen a John gettin' shot at the light (Yeah-yeah)
They got to arguin' over new crack pipe (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
I caught a seen just my pants ain't tight enough
None of my bitches tell me I'm not man enough
What the fuck wrong with these broke ass niggas? Yeah
I told 'em tear it down
I'ma take you pocket watchin' don't look at my pants now
My diamonds brighter than a fucking them Milans now
Asked a bitch from the south line stand down
Runnin' through the projects, duckin' all the fries (yeah)
Got a nine in my pocket and not in my drawls (Woa-woa-woa)
Take off like a rocket with thirteen bars (Yeah)
Send a attic, put the racks in the walls (Yeah)
No need to toxic me, I'm big dawg (Yeah)
I roll the windows up (Yeah) and now they knowin' us
I'm no beginner, yuh, I got my stain up
I told her, "Giddy up"
We ran the train on her
Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (Ay)
Nigga havin' goals, all through it, mouthin'
Life time goals (Woo), rented through the roof (Wha'?)
Pullin' out the Ghost (Grah), make a nigga poof (Grah)
Niggas talkin' shit but what is it to do?
I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof (woo)
My spot is a army base and I got the proof
Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe
If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Metro