Lyrical Breakdown of Take Me Slow - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Take Me Slow" 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 "Take Me Slow" 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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(Luke, what you got goin' on?) (D-Roc) Ah yeah Take me slow, I don't know where to go And I can't stay up off lean, lean, lean, lean And ain't no tellin' what's gon' happen when the lights cut off (Mm) All this money done start to fuckin' with my head Most them girls, I don't wan' come and see The ones I deal with Baby, put that pussy in my hand Promise me you ain't gon' never leave Rich nigga, I could be your tutor Show you how to put your diamonds in sets (Diamonds) Big ring, AP, Cartier bracelet Tennis chain, throw some leaves on that (Leaves on that) Van Cleef, Van Cleef, shit so cheap You gon' fuck around, make me flood your nеck (Flood your neck) Two-tone Patek with a rosary sеt (Rosary set) Send that shit out to rose gold (Gold) In the A, I've been runnin', gotta chase that check Three new Birkins, my wife come home (My wife come) I want a Bentley, she want a G-Wagen We don't do no sharin' for shit (Sharin' for shit) Young nigga, young nigga, pink strip, my lashes Fuck 'round, try, you'll die in this bitch (Die) Fuck 'round, cryin' out loud in this bitch (Cryin') Anything for you to not leave Percocets and X, I know you hate I'm off codeine (Codeine) Got my chance, you tryin' tap out, didn't hear no ring (Didn't hear no ring) Racks and straps inside this house You don't know my name (Nah, you don't know my name) Bitch, I thought stack racks and buy a private plane, now she (Buy) Bitch, I'll knock your brother out, so quit that playin' (Bitch, I'll knock it) I just got this bitch name tatted on my finger This rockstar shit gettin' out of hand, drugs got me goin' insane She on me, never changed up, so I'll never change on her man I offered her racks and whatever, she never wanted a thing Lately been trippin', she got me fussin' and beefin' (She got me) With my main bitch, I'm a demon (Yeah, yeah) She got me think she gettin' even (Okay, okay) Okay, I'll go with the notice Bitch, I'm that thing, I'm a trophy (I'm a trophy) These blue-face racks, they not foldin' (They not foldin') They shut my Track', so I donate (Go) Out my hat, I ain't rollin' (I ain't rollin') I just come outside and fuck you, I don't need Addies to focus (Bitch) Takin' the top off my Aventador (Skrrt), bitch, I ain't never quit (Woo) I've been makin' these millions so my kids go forward (Kids, kids) I've been takin' time out on my own, tryna maneuver slow (Tryna maneuver) I've been takin' time out on my own Startin' to sit right through it (On my own, oh, let's go) Bitch, I ain't takin' no pennies for it Work my ass off every day and night, it value millions (Value) We could make it with no chemist I just ball (I just ball), 'til the next morning I got all these bitches waitin' and niggas hatin' on me Take me slow, I don't know (I don't know), where to go (Where to go) And I can't stay up off lean, lean, lean, lean (Lean) And ain't no telling what's gon' happen when the lights cut off (Cut off) All this money done start to fuckin' with my head (It's fuckin' with me) Most them girls, I don't wan' come and see (I don't wan' come, uh) The ones I deal with Baby, put that pussy in my hand Promise me you ain't gon' never leave