Lyrical Breakdown of Blasian - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blasian" 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 "Blasian" 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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Them yeah' yeah's over
Mmm, yeah, uh
Slime
Balmain withcho Birken bag, bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready
I couldn't get her out my head
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be wit'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' 'bout 30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout 30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
Wit' hydrocodone, yeah, yeah (Hydrocodone)
I pop xies yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah
I love that girl to death
She did some shit that I can't let slide
She know when we slide
We be tearin' up your set, no lie
She know that I got that shit
She want to get away and hide
She not that I don't tolerate no nigga (Boom, bow)
Hit him with that fire
But I can't be mad wit' a whole lotta benjis (Let's go)
Forty-thousand backend, spent soon as I get it (Oh, yeah, let's go)
Everybody that talk don't know how I'm livin' (They don't know)
I ain't got no bae, I ain't catchin' no feelings (Yah)
We ain't gotta be together for to make some millions (i know)
She was just my friend and I whined up hittin' it (That's right)
But out me can't get no commitment (That's right)
Fendi, Gucci, Louis (And Louis)
Gucci, Balmain, Prada (And Prada)
Bitch tryna test her luck (Her what?)
Yeah, she want Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Dirt bike, Supreme goddess(Go)
Saint Laurent boots, bike rider (Huh)
Amiri jeans I'm stylin' (Errrf)
Balmain withcho Birken bag, bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready
I couldn't get her out my head
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be wit'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' 'bout 30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout 30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
Wit' hydrocodone, yeah, yeah (With hydrocodone)
I pop xies yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah
Three lortabs I gave her two
I had five I was gon' take
Yah-yah, what I do to you?
What the fuck is it gon' take?
Percocet's and off that drink
I might learn another language
Took a Xan, now I can't think
And I'm not knowin' where my mind went
I Buy my X from the bottom
Shawty tweakin', she don't know what she tryin'
To keep it real, she don't know where she ridin'
Society where them people be dyin'
I'm in the North where my life on the line
I'm wit' my niggas, everybody got iron
Blasian, you know, honey you fine
We not together and she not even tryin'
I made her a slime (Slatt)
Balmain withcho Birken bag, bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready
I couldn't get her out my head
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be wit'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' 'bout 30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout 30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
Wit hydrocodeine, yeah, yeah (hydroceidone)
I pop xies yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah