Lyrical Breakdown of Pelican Fly - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pelican Fly" 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 "Pelican Fly" 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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You're pelican, fly, you're pelican, fly, you're pelican, fly Baby, you're pelican, fly, oh yeah, you're pelican, fly Oh yeah you're pelican, fly, oh god, oh god, oh god Thugger, Thugger started whippin' packs, aye Throw the bong like propane, aye 40k the price for bricks a day, aye Niggas know I'm runnin' off, no pay Black diamonds dancin', I'm night today Thug built a teepee on the runway No Falcon, but I see birds every Sunday Magic city on a Monday, ayee Throw a whole 50 on a bitch ass, ayee Smoke a whole ounce of gas, ayee Nigga drinkin' lean in E-class Private flights, you gotta grind, you can't get it overnight Lean, lean, Mr. Sprite, the green or the red? I drink it straight RIP to Pimp, C-C-C-C, I'mma drink you everyday You're pelican, fly, you're pelican, fly, you're pelican, fly Baby, you're pelican, fly, oh yeah, you're pelican, fly Oh yeah you're pelican, fly, oh god, oh god, oh god Thugger, Thugger started whippin' packs, aye Throw the bong like propane, aye 40k the price for bricks a day, aye Niggas know I'm runnin' off, no pay Take off runnin' down the damn street Take off runnin' with this 30 Ain't gotta say it, you know I believe I don't give no damn 'bout what you say to me That's a bad boy ridin' through the hood Man I got a hood, I'm Trayvon good My car got no hood, misunderstood I nick-named your ho timber, she love the wood I'm in my zone, can't find my way home If everything ain't right, then something gone go wrong Man they flooded Atlanta, RIP to the dome No harmony, she gone bone cause she stoned She pelican, fly, she pelican, fly, she pelican, fly Yeah, she a pelican, fly, oh shit, she pelican, fly Oh yeah she pelican, fly, oh god, oh god, oh god x2 Thugger, Thugger started whippin' packs, aye Throw the bong like propane, aye 40k the price for bricks a day, aye Niggas know I'm runnin' off, no pay Think I'm runnin', think I'm runnin', think I'm runnin'