Lyrical Breakdown of Clear - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Clear" 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 "Clear" 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.
  • 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again's narrative.

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Goddamn, BJ made another one I come through the door, I walk through the door, I turn up for real (I turn up for real) I'm clean in the snow, hoppin' down on yo' ho and you know how that is Gotta pour me a fourth for to clean out my grill You catch up, you can have her, she found me for real Run it up, I been havin', I count up for real That's a Audi, that's him and mount up in the clear (no) Yeah, bitch want me to turn her on to my swag (my swag) Poppin' these ceils, and I'm poppin' these tags Popped at that nigga, I popped his ho Shoot at them niggas, and pullin' off fast Know that I put a knew tag on his toe Know that I'll buy a new bag for the ho Know that I'll buy a new Jag' on the road Know that I'll buy a PT for my bros Whole PT, drink all night long Geek, not sleep don't call my phone Tell that ho, "Leave me 'lone" She stick on my side if I'm right or wrong She'll never leave me, oh They know that I turn up, I turn up I walk in, you know I'm the freshest, been hustlin' From sun down to the sun up Know these niggas gon' die, they tried pressin' No interview, no, I do not do no presses With that money, been liftin', look like I been pressin' I'm likin' her figure I love her complexion You know that I dig it, I said it, she sexy Yeah, bad bitch, young, wild, with long hair (with long hair) Go dumb on that ho, I turn up on that ho I go buy her and put VVS stones on that ho I might Wrangler the Jeep, take Maybach to the store I keep factory on, with Forgiato They lookin' for YoungBoy like "Where's Waldo?" I come through the door, I walk through the door, I turn up for real (I turn up for real) I'm clean in the snow, hoppin' down on your ho and you know how that is Gotta pour me a fourth for to clean out my grill You catch up, you can have her, she found me for real Run it up, I been havin', I count up for real That's a Audi, that's him and mount up in the clear (no) I get her whenever I want her She know for a fact that I'm on her They play and I'm leavin' shit dead on the corner At your house, up in traffic, where ever they catch you lil' nigga Youngin' up the Glizzy tryna bone 'em Tryna fuck her it's fuck you lil' nigga Know we tryn' put you up with your niggas Shoot your body, and knock out your liver Yeah, bad bitch, young, wild, with long hair (with long hair) Go dumb on that ho, I turn up on that ho I go buy her and put VVS stones on that ho I might Wrangler the Jeep, take Maybach to the store I keep factory on, with Forgiato They lookin' for YoungBoy like "Where's Waldo?" I come through the door, I walk through the door, I turn up for real (I turn up for real) I'm clean in the snow, hoppin' down on your ho and you know how that is Gotta pour me a fourth for to clean out my grill You catch up, you can have her, she found me for real Run it up, I been havin', I count up for real That's a Audi, that's him and mount up in the clear Goddamn, BJ made another one