Lyrical Breakdown of Keep In Touch - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Keep In Touch" 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 "Keep In Touch" 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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Won't you keep in touch with me?
Don't lose it, don't lose it
Won't you stop beatin' up on me?
Ay, don't abuse it, don't abuse it
Won't you fall in love with me?
I say, stop losing, stop losing
You gon' end up winning with me
Ay, don't lose it, don't lose it
Ay, ima ride it like a Kawaski bike
When you feel down, ima be the one that make you feel right
If he gon have you riding, i'ma be the one that make you catch flights
Ima flood you in the black diamonds, they gon' think you a knight
Ay, I got them dark blue true's with the buttons like [?]
Walkin down Rodeo, your real hair like Indian remy
Mix match bottoms, pockets fat but the true's will fit it
I got pounds of the kush, and i sold tons of the midget
And everytime I think about you i want sex baby
Dancing down the pole, you the best baby
I know you kinda busy but i want next baby
I-I want next baby, have my next baby yeaa
(Hoodrich!)
Fuck what they saying about me and you
Cause im on garden food, and you on garden food
And I done did so much wrong in these streets
God gave me back, cause im miss you and you ain't missing me
But try to just
Ay, ima fuck you like i never did tonight
Choppas everywhere, you have no reason to fright
If i try to talk to you, you were mad we had skype
You gon' get the text I sent said "everything gonnabe alright"
Ima come to you right home when I get back
Girl you know your loving got young thugga like [?]
Girl you know you kill me when you act like a brat
You said the only noise you wanna hear when they rub is br-aaaat
And ima treat it like it's never ever been treated
I say ima beat it like it's never ever been beated
I say ima [?] it like it's never been [?]
And ima eat it like it's never been eaten, yeaa
Ay, and ima come back for it
Oh, that roadblock? Ima ride past for it
Oh, i will bust my ass for it
I ran my money up, now I can afford
But you should