Lyrical Breakdown of Where The Love At - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Where The Love At" 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 "Where The Love At" 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.
This lyrical analysis of "Where The Love At" not only celebrates YoungBoy Never Broke Again's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!
Drum Dummie
Fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that
I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at
DaDa, how my son approach me, I'ma shout out
Bitch, I be that nigga knock your block out
Ride with them killers with them Dracos while the cops out
You stuntin' for them hoes? We go to hittin', make sure they get down
'Cause you know how we get down
No outsiders, it's only family 'round
I'm with that shit, been filled with shit since I was 20 pounds
And I'm a gangster, make me mad and I won't turn down
My mama said if I won't last, I need to slow it down
I told my mama, "Motherfuck it, I'm dyin' 'bout it"
Them niggas play with us, ain't no surrender, I'm ridin' 'bout it
No hidin' 'bout it, bangin' like Lil Dave with them slimes 'round me
Violation on three counts and up in court how the judge found me
Right now I need a girl to love, and I've been lookin' for her (where she at?)
A flight anywhere in this world, I'll book you for (where you at?)
I had to tell my son don't pee while you inside the tub
I'm from that North and I remember that's just how it was
Shawty, she gon' Magnolia shake and I love that
Bounce that ass, patty cake in the middle the slums, yeah
Jaws lockin', molly all over a nigga gums, yeah
Ain't no stoppin', on bottom that chopper, we got them drums, yeah
Look, I'm fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that
I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at
For my baby moms, I don't wan' be a problem
You feel that I ain't there for my sons, tell me and I got 'em
But you shouldn't have to tell me I need to put down this bottle
I pray to God that I ain't taking after my papa
But free that nigga out his cell, he need a second chance
And I can probably show him how to be a real man
He went to jail behind that money, I ain't know his plan
But no more, he won't be a dummy, I'ma throw him bands
But hold up, I need to thank my grandfather
He showed me how to fix them cars, now I can work that rod now
Don't judge a nigga, since I moved from with him, it been hard, slime
From these streets, I ain't get nothin' but pain and some jail time
I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at
Fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that