Lyrical Breakdown of Stoner - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Stoner" 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 "Stoner" 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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Ay aye this that stoner music nigga Stoner! Boner (let's get it) I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner (I'm a stoner) I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner (stoner) I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner I'm a motherfucking stoner I just put a forty on my wrist just like a boss I just put ten thousand on my bitch just like bust I just came from YSL just like I'm from Boston (I said) just like I'm from Boston, just like I'm from Bos Boston Thugger Thugger You I want Micheal Jackson laying Ooh All on my cash out on it (gon what?) I'm high as hell I ain't got no satellites on me (move) I told her bitch I feel like Fabo (what?) I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo I feel like Fabo (like Fabo) I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo I feel just like Fabo Fa I'm back at it (what?) Jugg man voice (your breath) Bankhead Hear my song way fronta Y-T-C-R-O-B-S-M-M, now we YSL venom sis Sliding Thugger wit it, sliding DK wit it Sliding wicked wit it, sliding window wit it (slidin') Sliding Slugger with it (slidin') sliding Bubba wit it Sliding checks wit it Got hundreds and fifties off everyones city I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner (stoner) I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner (what) I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner (yeh) I'm a motherfucking stoner I just put a forty on my wrist just like a boss' I just put ten thousand on my bitch just like a bust' I just came from YSL just like I'm from Boston Just like I'm from Boston, just like I'm Bos Boston Run that money that up like ya 'bout to start trial When you beat the case, turn into a stoner trial We don't stand in line, foreign shoe's hurt your feet Everybody stoned, weed, lean Every time I walk inside the club I see everybody looking You know I'm a stoner I love drills and I could never be tooken And you can suck my banana but I won't eat your pudding So come a lil closer my bris wanna know ya Hondle hondle hondle (hondle, hondle, hondle) How the fuck a nigga think he gone survive with a YSL run with (how fool) My glasses are metro like burn off your chest And I caught all ya'll hoe's like net and flet Your bitch is my dinner she wet like a fish I took off her legs, T-Rex. I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner I'm a motherfucking stoner I just put a forty on my wrist just like a boss I just put ten thousand on my bitch just like bust I just came from YSL just like I'm from Boston Just like I'm from Boston, just like I'm from Bos Boston I feel Fabo, I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo I feel just like