Lyrical Breakdown of Suited Panamera - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Suited Panamera" 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 "Suited Panamera" 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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It's Vade on the keys
Ride around, 'round, ooh-whoa
Oh, slime
Every jawn, nigga, oh
Shit, I just woke up about two hours ago
Let's go
Suited Panamera when I roll
Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
Don't know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
No longer push pain out, I'm gon' go harder with it in
Singin' that, fuck that love shit, bitch, been long gone, baby
I got trust issues, plus these drugs won't let me hold on, baby
I be wantin' to leave it all, but did too much to fuckin' make it
The ones I love, I cut 'em off
'Cause it's too much and I can't take it
I don't do no talkin' on it, either side
Them Xans what got this look stuck up in my eyes
It numb my pain, never left, it only rise
At the end, not only that your soul left, your name dies
Hate what you believe, you do that shit 'cause I won't leave
I spend the money to make emotions ease
Bitch, now let me breathe
Known to draw down, we never freeze
Searchin' for love, it sure is deceiving
I still have no one on side of me
But when you see me, I be flexed up, nigga
Suited Panamera when I roll
Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
Don't know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
No longer push pain out, I'm gon' go harder with it in
My bros, yeah
I swear Lil Leaky, I miss you, nigga, yeah
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Shootouts with the other side, it got confidential
Many wouldn't even have me 'round if I wasn't beneficial
I'ma always take my brother's side while hangin' out that window
50K, I spend it on some VV's, you can ask the dental
It's okay, I watched Lil Leaky serve up out them rentals
Suburbans on the highway, no, we don't do the Sprinters
And I stay street life grindin'
'Cause I ain't really have a pot to piss in
A little street life shawty chasin' blue cheese 'cause he Crippin'
I feel like G life forever and always, yeah, I'm Crippin'
I'm in a street life, that's what all of my niggas been Crippin'
I'm all in love and lust, I showed you, I guess I got interference
She paint a picture perfect, two double cups help me get the image
Suited Panamera when I roll
Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
Don't know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
No longer push pain out, I'm gon' go harder with it in