Lyrical Breakdown of On Fire - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On Fire" 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 "On Fire" 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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Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him) Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him) You made him mad, he put you right back on there (right back on there) You made him mad, he put you right back where you started (right back where you started) Ain't got no more wristbands (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah 'bout seven more figures (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Fuck you thought? Pussy ass nigga Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep Hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt Hop off a jet, hop on a jet Hop off a jet, hold on! Shot that boy so many times he caught on fire Every single night I'm spittin' fire Tryna count my profit, baby watch 'em I'm tired of one, I need two, threesome (yeah) I need a threesome Just give me a threesome Three, three, three, three, threesome Push your head up in these strong arms Every city we live I need on Ashes in the Bentley, I'm that raw Wedding room in my Japanese home Rockin' gas in my Japanese drawers (rockin' gas) My friends signed my Japanese wall Vintage clothes, they kinda cost I think you lost, baby girl I think you lost but Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him) Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him) You made him mad, he put you right back on there (right back on there) You made him mad, he put you right back where you started (right back where you started) Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me I'm in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me It ain't got no scratches on me I got a ratchet hoe and I got that ratchet on me My life like dominoes, I can't make mistakes lil' homie Ay, I ain't got no scratches nowhere I got good skin like a cover girl, hey You can come and chill with me Let's drink a pint of codeine Blessed when she on search, she a li'l easy Breezy beautiful thugger girls with me Enjoy the wealth until you're gone Pillsbury doughboy on strong Wearing the seat belt just 'cause my son I put a Portal on the neck of my son I got your back, I got some red in my tummy I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month I got the Benz, still ain't traded in or nothin' I got like twenty cars, baby pick one Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him) Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him) You made him mad, he put you right back on there (right back on there) You made him mad, he put you right back where you started (right back where you started) Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me I'm in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me It ain't got no scratches on me Bird on my boots Mm, you kick 'em, let bitches swoop Mm, how dare you, I kick a bullet Mm, my chains, I'm Rick the Ruler Mm, that's foreign, that ain't no scoon We killin', ain't tryna sue you Mm, came a long way from ramen noodles Mm, 2017 Porshes zoom, mm I see you eatin' girl, you full, mhmm Got Molly in my Red Bull, uh huh I'm with the dolls, and yeah we cruel Everything you do be fire like you Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him) Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him (side bitch on him) You made him mad, he put you right back on there (right back on there) You made him mad, he put you right back where you started (right back where you started) Ain't got no more wristbands (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah 'bout seven more figures (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Fuck you thought? Pussy ass nigga Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep Hop off a jet, hop off skrrt Hop off a jet, hop on a jet Hop off a jet, hold on!