Lyrical Breakdown of Red - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Red" 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 "Red" 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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(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)
Hm, yeah, uh-huh, yeah
My whole life red
Bitch, I bang that red
Babygirl, who the fuck is you?
New bitch go to LSU
If I want it, I pay
A young nigga hungry, they take off your head
Stylin' my stylist, she bringin' it in
I can do it myself, but we perfect together
Run up that money, we're workin' together
Reach for the water, we surfin' together
Neck full of water, young nigga propeller
Why? 'Cause I'm flyer than all of these niggas (flyer than all y'all)
Yeah, you're not alone, yeah, you're not alone, oh, baby
I put that shit on
I can show you how to put that shit on, oh, baby
Up the TEC, I can't lose it, I stay groovy
And I make music, watch me do it
I see you like to move it
Come on, bae, let me see you get to it
I'm a fool, they say that I'm foolish
From a hood up inside Baton Rouge
Put a nigga inside of the bull pit
He won't make it out, body left layin' out
I be thinkin' a lot of shit ruined
Steady be tryna figure my plan out
Got the money, they know I'm the man now
Know they human, I tell them to stand out
Niggas thought it was safe 'til we ran down
Brodie knock off your face, keep your hands down
While I pour the shit out, I'm drinkin' it sour
Two ounces drop in a 20 ounce
Told that girl she's mine forever
That girl, she was lost, not found
Told her, I could get her life together
Fuckin' up, I don't need you 'round (ooh)
Now I realize I lose if I lose you
Now I blues'd them clues
Ain't got to work out, I'm flexin' the, uh
Young nigga, AI, you know I got moves
Drivin' it in and I'm layin' it up
I'm on the battlefield
Yeah, livin' life like Call Of Duty, for real
I'm holdin' a bag of pills, yeah
Got shawty inside of here shootin', for real
My whole life red
Bitch, I bang that red
Babygirl, who the fuck is you?
New bitch go to LSU
If I want it, I pay
A young nigga hungry, they take off your head
Stylin' my stylist, she bringin' it in
I can do it myself, but we perfect together
Run up that money, we workin' together
Reach for the water, we surfin' together
Neck full of water, young nigga propeller
Why? 'Cause I'm flyer than all of these niggas (flyer than all y'all)
You ain't alone, you ain't all alone, oh, baby
I put that shit on
I can show you how to put that shit on, my baby