Lyrical Breakdown of Show Me Your Love - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Show Me Your Love" 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 "Show Me Your Love" 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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I like that song
You talkin' 'bout, um
'Hello from the Other Side' right
No, you don't understand me
I just don't want you to leave me
Hop in your Benz, yeah
The money be callin' again and again and again
Don't wanna do nothin' but win
Startin' to think that I'm movin' too fast again and again
Told me you love (Told me you love)
Show me your love (Show me your love)
Let me see that you love (See that you love)
Let me feel that you love (Let me feel your love)
You show me, girl (Show me)
They got love for a thug (Love for a thug)
Before we stay down, we go up (Up)
Ain't no limit inside of this world, yeah
I'ma run this money up with you
Tell me go in, I'm finto
You don't do the shit that a bitch do
I'ma show you all what a brick do
Come and hop in the whip when I slide through (Skrrt skrrt)
Trap house we done built us a drive through (Drive through)
Got that money comin' in all different ways
Feelin' like I'm from Morocco
They can't see up in my tension
Why you all up in my business?
I can show you how to get it
Just show me your intentions
Like a verse, lotta drugs, I flip it
Just tell me where to ship it
Feelin' like Stro packs comin' through the mail
I done made a whole lot of benjis
Heard 'em say that they ain't feelin' me, nigga
Wanna beef and I'ma go and send Lil Ben at them niggas
Bet you knowin' that I live like fuck them niggas
Don Dada, it ain't shit for to touch them niggas
Got a show for a check, gotta rush to get it
Northside in the slums, I be thuggin' lil' nigga
YoungBoy fucked up, I don't trust these niggas
Fuck them, me and you we could go and get it
Covered up in Gucci 'fore we hit the block hold on, cut on my song
When I pass through the north, let the window down
Out the door, cuttin' up, show 'em how I'm strong
Already know I wanna fuck when we pass by time and we make it home
And you already know I don't play around
You could take your clothes off and turn around
Hop in your Benz, yeah (Ooh)
The money be callin' again and again and again
Don't wanna do nothin' but win (Ooh)
Startin' to think that I'm movin' too fast again and again
Told me you love (Told me you love)
Show me your love (Thow me your love)
Let me see that you love (Let me see that you love)
Let me feel that you love (Feel your love)
You show me, girl (Yeah)
They got love for a thug (Got love for a thug)
Before we stay down, we go up (Yeah)
Ain't no limit inside of this world, yeah
I'ma run this money up with you (I can)
Tell me go in, I'm finto (I am)
You don't do the shit that a bitch do
I'ma show you all what a brick do
Come and hop in the whip when I slide through (Skrrt skrrt)
Trap house we done built us a drive through (Drive through)
Got that money comin' in all different ways
Feelin' like I'm from Morocco
Slow down, yeah (Slow down)
Bitch, you better not panic when it go down (When it go down)
Had to tell my mama I'm ten toes down (Forever)
But you know I keep a gun every time that I road run
Bae, you already knowin' how I come, I don't stand down
And you know I'ma die if them niggas play 'round
Hide from the cameras, I ain't goin' outside
In my face girl, you better not tell no lies
I'ma leave like I'm wrong even though I'm right, yeah
Money comin' fast and slow (And slow)
Pass by time, we go (We go)
Where, you never know (Oh)
Hop in your Benz, yeah (Skrrt)
The money be callin' again and again and again
Don't wanna do nothin' but win (Nothin' but win, yeah)
Startin' to think that I'm movin' too fast again and again
Told me you love (Told me you love)
Show me your love (Show me your love)
Let me see that you love (Let me see it)
Let me feel that you love (Let me feel your love)
You show me, girl (Show me, girl)
They got love for a thug
Before we stay down, we go up (Up)
Ain't no limit inside of this world, yeah (Ah)
I'ma run this money up with you (I can)
Tell me go in, I'm finto (I am)
You don't do the shit that a bitch do (Yeah)
I'ma show you all what a brick do (A brick do)
Come and hop in the whip when I slide through (Skrrt)
Trap house we done built us a drive-through (Drive through)
Got that money comin' in all different ways
Feelin' like I'm from Morocco