Lyrical Breakdown of Some More - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Some More" 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 "Some More" 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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Metro Boomin want some more, nigga (Metro!)
TM want some more, nigga (808)
Sonny Digital want some more, nigga (It's Deezy!)
Thugger, thugger want him some more, lil' nigga
We make bitches do our chores, nigga
I done drunk like ten thousand 4s, nigga
I got racks comin' out my pores, nigga
We the realest, bitch we the livest
Everytime you be: 'Young thug, I got them thousands'
I'm loving my round and I'm loving my round, yes I'm loving my round
I get all them pounds and I stuff em right down then I head to your town
I used to sell Alka-Seltzer Plus Thugger don't tell em'
I cannot hide it they see all these bezzles
I'm fresh out the kitchen ya'll know that they smell em
Young migo', young migo', young migo
Young thugga, young migo, young thugga young thugga (young nigga)
I'm stoned
Catch yo' baby girl and bone her
I'm a dog, I'mma catch yo baby girl and bone her
Bite that puss', now she need a lil' tush. (Aye!)
I bleed for my brothers (bleed, bleed)
I'm not Casino, but Thugger be killin it', killin it', killin' it
I ran up all of my bands, now all my girls they got Syphillis
Yes I bought your ho some earrings do not think they came from Tiffany
They made em' in Italy
Your bitch out my Porsche
Weed stankin' sit it out the door
Buy you a ten thousand dollar Ford
Put that bitch right on the street and said it's yours