Lyrical Breakdown of Loner Life - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Loner Life" 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 "Loner Life" 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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Hurt, what it do?
Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker
You still think about me and don't like the way that I live
Still can't figure out the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem
He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none (woo-woo)
Thirty poppa came over (woo, thirty poppa), come out the window, hangover (woo)
Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh
She know I got that bag, I want her back (woo)
She know I'ma stand on this shit, ok
Turn the phone off 'til my whole grind turn on
Rich and he ain't got no mind, what's wrong?
I got the money, I changed my persona
Bulletproof whip, how I'm gon' hit the corner, I'm in it (woo, in it, I'm in it, yeah)
Standin' on top of these niggas, yeah
Momma, you got it, I did it, yeah
On top of the mountains with millions, whoa (woo)
My kids gon' have it and get it (woo)
I just might go buy my sister a Bentley
I just might give my grandfather a ticket (top)
She know I'm a thug nigga, I got hitters, and know I got drugs with me
From the bottom, the Nawf, grew up in it
I come home from jail and they wanna put slugs in me
'Cause I'm standin' on business, don't fuck with them, nada percentage
The pendant got floods in it
Switch the wheels and you know it gon' rub different
From the gutter and still in the mud with it
Double R (double R, double R), I take the top off that motherfucker
I pull up in that Rover, it's truck color
Up inside the Goyard, that's a dirty cutter
I done ran up that fetty on all these niggas
Bullets rain like confetti, you played with it
Come from walking with holes inside my tennis
I accomplished some goals, ain't playin' tennis (come on, slime)
You still think about me and don't like the way that I live
Still can't figure out the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem
He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none (woo-woo)
Thirty poppa came over (thirty poppa), come out the window, hangover (woo, hangover)
Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh