Lyrical Breakdown of Out My Mind - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Out My Mind" 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 "Out My Mind" 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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Mmm
Hold on, mmm
Free Lil Meechy baby, huh?
Lil Top, nigga, mmm
Ridin' 'round in a drop top with a stolen Glock
Searchin' for my opps
Hold on, hold on
I got my green mask on, tryna' get active, what's happenin'?
I'm standing down, bitch, I get down, I got that shit from my mammy
I keep that pistol on me, bitch, you run up on me, I'll stamp ya
Promise for to dome the pussy bitch for all them stupid lil' antics
Hold on, Jason, man, I'm fucked up, I'm out my mind
I got my wife inside this bitch, Dej in this bitch, she got that iron
I'm feelin' lesser than a man
Call Jaz, she cum, can't get no time
I heard these niggas want my fame and name, I put the bitch in line
So many kids and how you think that I feel?
I'm tryna tell you, it's real
I ain't got no money to give, bitch, I'm hustlin' for real
Hold on, nigga
I told you that you better slow down 'fore I send my cousin Skully
For to bust yo fuckin' dome down
All night, I'm hustlin', I done came from nothin', oh yeah
All them bitches stuntin' and I put diamonds from their heads and legs
Million dollars inside my closet, big .45, come play with that
Cum inside and I'm out the window and she pop out
I got my green mask on, tryna' get active, what's happenin'?
I'm standing down, bitch, I get down, I got that shit from my mammy
I keep that pistol on me, bitch, you run up on me, I'll stamp ya
Promise for to dome the pussy bitch for all them stupid lil' antics
Private talk with who run the dark, you don't wanna play with me
We leave you dead in front your house, this shit ain't safe for me
Mama, I think that my soul gone
Oh, I'm tryna smoke the bitch who spoke on me
Oh yeah, nigga
I'm tryna leave a nigga
Hold on, I'ma watch how I talk, man
Huh, I told him— oh yeah
It's Lil Top, nigga
Ayy, what you on foe? How you livin', nigga? I hope you gettin' it
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Yeah, you know I made it where I'm at today
I ain't gave a fuck about what none of these niggas say, get at me
Hold on, I got my green mask on, tryna' get active, what's happenin'?
I'm standing down, bitch, I get down, I got that shit from my mammy
I keep that pistol on me, bitch, you run up on me, I'll stamp ya
Promise for to dome the pussy bitch for all them stupid lil' antics
Hold on, Jason, man, I'm fucked up, I'm out my mind
I got my wife inside this bitch, Dej in this bitch, she got that iron
I'm feelin' lesser than a man
Call Jaz, she cum, can't get no time
I heard these niggas want my fame and name, I put the bitch in line
It's Slimeto, nigga
Lil Top, Big Velveeta, ayy
Call me whatever you want
Just don't call me a ho, don't call me a broke, you know I'll—
Nigga, I can't talk too much, let that shit go