Lyrical Breakdown of Schedule - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Schedule" 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 "Schedule" 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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I got a thick bitch I know how to dress her
I ran my money up then I stuffed my bezel
A lot of thick bitches coming by the zeroes
And I didn't show none of this bitches the schedule
I gotta horse looking bitch that like to wrestle
I got all my niggas looking so successful
I want fuck all these Little bitches like R.kelly
I'm the reason all of these niggas looking scary
All my niggas we gone leave this life daily
I want a bitch from San Diego Bay
I swear to God I want that pussy I would pay
Calm down boy I'm home you away
Ok my bitch let me dive from the dresser
Boy I done been to a hundred islands no dressing
I want to teach you like Thug a professor
I think she did pray to god cause I'm a blessing
And I got a thick bitch I know how to dresser
I'm a walk straight up on that lil bitch and I'ma press her
Baby I'm the king, Elvis Presley
Baby don't wanna come out that dream she super waking
Suck my mother fucking Nutty Buddy
Even if I'm legally blind I'm still busting
Even when I was dead broke bitch I wasn't bluffing
I won't get 5 percent without my muddy
Riding round the city with my daddy
Real gold on bitch I need to grab it
Fuck I'm too geeked up I need some dabbies
Got gas can't smell no body
YSL got racks no wallets
That's all you see little baby
Still geeked uo in the lobby
You know the routine little baby
I might buy a hot Benz, change the VIN on it
I might walk inside club and go Sudan on it
I might shoot a gun at you by my fan homie
Not playin' got a band
With saran on it, and
Stayed down with me and my man homie, and
Got a bottle full of Hen and a xan on it, and
You can pull all of my tips in the can homie, and
If the guy ain't seen put the man on it
I got a thick bitch I know how to dress her
I ran my money up then I stuffed my bezel
A lot of thick bitches coming by the zeroes
And I didn't show none of this bitches the schedule
I gotta horse looking bitch that like to wrestle
I got all my niggas looking so successful
I want fuck all these Little bitches like R.kelly
I'm the reason all of these niggas looking scary
All my niggas we gone leave this life daily
I want a bitch from San Diego Bay
I swear to God I want that pussy I would pay
Calm down boy I'm home you away
Ok my bitch let me dive from the dresser
Boy I done been to a hundred islands no dressing
I want to teach you like Thug a professor
I think she did pray to god cause I'm a blessing
I got a thick bitch I know how to dress her
I ran my money up then I stuffed my bezel
A lot of thick bitches coming by the zeroes
And I didn't show none of this bitches the schedule
I gotta horse looking bitch that like to wrestle
I got all my niggas looking so successful
I want fuck all these Little bitches like R.kelly
I'm the reason all of these niggas looking scary
All my niggas we gone leave this life daily
I want a bitch from San Diego Bay
I swear to God I want that pussy I would pay
Calm down boy I'm home you away
Ok my bitch let me dive from the dresser
Boy I done been to a hundred islands no dressing
I want to teach you like Thug a professor
I think she did pray to god cause I'm a blessing