Lyrical Breakdown of Bad Morning - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bad Morning" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bad Morning" 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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(I need to talk to Mike Laury)
(Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flex)
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)
I can't quit (quit) at all, at all
I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt) at all, at all
On my soul at all, at all
Stay the same as my pain grow
Ride 'round wit' my bros (this is the sound)
Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go
Ten M's up nigga, let's go
He a dread head, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different drugs tryna take-
Away my pain, but it's still gon' flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope
On the highway, out the window do some'
Need it my way, bam, bam, shoot some'
He a head hunter rude bwoy, trust nothin'
She got a nice round bum, but can't pay her nails
Do a hit real sick, it be cold the wholе summer
I can't figure how she comin', I'ma givе her to my mama
And the minute I'ma cut a nigga, knowin' I'm a slime him
Everything goin' bad, you can trust him, still time him
Niggas be rappin', we be shootin' at the bitch
Sound of the stick goin' "Boom" when it hit
Sound of the smoke, real loud when it's lit
Still let it out with a crowd in our midst
Black car, matte stick, I'm it
Don't pick die, if you try one trick
Right gang, but she say, "Wrong bitch"
Young rich nigga, he done took a wrong fix
Overdose, can't shake back, no
Harbor freight, get the jack from the sto'
White trace, that's a whole lotta snow
Ridin' 'round with Kirk, with a .30 and a pole
With a young bitch, she don't want me, it's vivid
But I don't need her hand when I'm runnin' up Benji's
Real deal business, this real blood business
Really spill those, dead bodies in the trenches
Real slime, they was my partner for a minute
Contract from my brother when them hollows got up in it
Dodgin' bullets in the car when them shottas sent them in it
All praise to Allah, one was dead in less than a 60
We gon' burn 'em for real, leave 'em dead if he miss
You can aim when you shot at them, fuck with my bodies
I'ma floor my engine, take lots of narcotics
Why they cookin' 'em rocks? Die protectin' that body
Through the house, the aroma, it covered the closet
I don't say that ain't me, but I still want kindness
I'ma fly out this bitch to whoever come catch
Police ran in this bitch, don't say nothin' about it
I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better
With my life, but take narcotics with my life
Collect these bodies, with your life, send it to the Most High
Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it
Nigga ran off, tell me what you do 'bout it?
You don't know off the dome shit, can't write
With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight
Bullets start playin' round with 'tention, got focused
Got another pack rolled up, he gon' smoke it
Ten grand, twenty grand, all night scope
We're up all day high, we're up all day slow
I can't quit, at all, at all
I ain't hurt, at all, at all
On my soul, at all, at all
Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros
Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go
Ten M's up nigga, let's go
He a dread head, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different drugs tryna take
Away my pain, but it's still gon' flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope
Heard him steady talkin' 'bout Top, let me shoot him, no
I can't teach a nigga shit, I can make it out him
I ain't need no tutor, been advanced for the road
Doped up, two or three tools goin' shows
40 on my teeth and two hunnid for my pole
Three hunnid for my car, extra sneak's for the longest
I be runnin' to the money soon as it reach my phone
I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better
With my life, but take narcotics with my life
Collect these bodies, with your life, send it to the Most High
Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it
Nigga ran off, tell me what you do 'bout it?
You don't know off the dome shit, can't write
With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight
I can't quit, at all, at all
I ain't hurt, at all, at all
On my soul, at all, at all
Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros
Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go
Ten M's up nigga, let's go
He a dread head, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different drugs tryna take
Away my pain, but it's still gon' flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope