Lyrical Breakdown of Of Late - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Of Late" 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 "Of Late" 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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Heart is a house for love And I've learned (I've learned) That it don't take much to build it up (Evidently, I been $hopping With Ken) Fuck these tattoos (yeah) Who the fuck is you? (Yeah) I gave my all to shit And you gave it all away I was sleepin' with that bitch But she don't lay how you lay I was slow to buy that shit But I always made a way I'll show you how to kick it And you ain't gotta shoot that Drac', no I leave, I see, I was wrong I know I'm down, I shine I'm up right now, you gone I just pulled up thuggin The worst of these niggas plan on poppin' me Contemplatin reminisce with a brand new bitch That's toppin' me Oh, God, I ain't shit How the fuck I made it out of poverty? Oh, God, I ain't shit And I ain't never had no modesty I just wan be out your way And somewhere where the models be (oh, yeah) Why my time gotta come so late And I gave them nothin' but honesty? (Ooh) Father, why it ain't workin'? I ain't perfect, I ain't perfect I ain't worth it I don't deserve you, you don't deserve this Oh, Lord, Lord Oh Lord, oh, Lord I'm searchin' for you I deeply need you I'll travel, I'll travel All over the sea (anywhere) All over I seek (I'll be there) Told her, I want a family She got pregnant, said, No The fuck I think I'm doing No, that ain't gangster at all? The fuck you think you doin Now, bitch, you know you dead wrong (who the fuck is you?) I leave, I see, I was wrong, I know I'm down, I shine I'm up right now, you gone I just wan' be out your way And somewhere where the models be (oh, yeah) Why my time gotta come so late And I gave them nothin' but honesty? Father, why it ain't workin'? I ain't perfect, I ain't perfect I ain't worth it, I don't deserve you You don't deserve this