Lyrical Analysis of...
im on my own
- Hater got me in my zone
- This nigga jasper trying to get grown
- Please sugar don't come alone
- So i guess you think you grown
- So i parked in a tow away zone
- Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone
- Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone
- And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne
- Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone
- She's rejecting all of me, my true self is what i've shown.
- That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone
- With no food in your tummy and nobody to lend you a loan
- Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone
- I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne
- Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone
- Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone
- I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne
- Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone
- You better get her, i'm totally into my zone
- But i be like for real, just pick up that phone
- I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known
- And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone
- Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone
- Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known
- It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
- If you bear with me you might see the undertone
- My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone
- Born alone, work alone, die alone
LYRICAL GRADE
C+
RHYME DENSITY
0
RHYME LENGTH
Rhyme Syllables
47
Total Syllables
337
Rhyming Lines
28/28
Unique Words
68.4%
Slang
4.1%
Profanity
1.5%
Avg. Syllables Per Word
1.37
Word Cloud
hater zone nigga jasper trying grown please sugar don't come alone guess think parked towaway whenever i'm through already phone paparazzi magazines leave peasant motherfuckers take shots throne though surrounded entourage feel she's rejecting true self i've shown outta town make sure food tummy nobody lend loan late night early morn such rolling stone know aint perfect im out here working once considered rogue chilling fifty song wont better totally real pick up winning cause ricky made mistakes known one day you're gone grow proud defensive fuck rocking inhibitions want it's time turn streets war bear see undertone heart dark delete born work die
Profanity
nigga, motherfuckers, fuck
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