Lyrical Analysis of...
No(t) Yourself
- (Intro)
- I'll be telling this with a sigh
- Somewhere ages and ages and hence:
- I could've gone this way and that, but then I—
- My choices, or by the voice of God
- And that's made all the difference.
- How're we all doing tonight?
- This song goes out for all the people
- Who try to know themselves
- When you feel like you're not yourself
- and your very own skin is your enemy
- and the goosebumps, they tell the tale
- (Verse 1, 0:37)
- Every morning that I wake up
- Another box of chocolates, say yum
- A good day or bad day, I'll never get to know
- But I'm sick of waking up to trick or treats, no
- Body ever told me about the days that I can't act right
- Too scared to leave my room afraid of the stage fright
- Like, I use to live Monday through Sunday
- Franky used to sing about how it went My Way
- Used to, used to, give a call to Houston
- Someone's living in the past perhaps they use to
- Map out big plans,
- Momma Imma be the leader a big old band. Yes we can!
- Can I kick it? Yes we can! Can I kick it?
- Yes we can! Can I kick it? Yes we can!
- well I'm gone, go on then
- and I'm sick of all these bad habits
- Like eating everything in sight like a savage, Mannn
- I can't even manage cooking cabbage
- Damaging my self esteem, as I dream of a clever scheme
- the magazines
- advertise it, they advise it
- Working out and eating right, man, I can't fight it
- the feeling that life will stay the same
- the lame game where no one knows my name, it's James...it's James
- (1:40, bridge)
- (Verse 2, 2:21)
- I hear you don't understand what's going on in school
- Facts fly by in a sky full of rules
- Theories on theories
- No time for even three of me's
- Teachers on my case, can't I get some sleep and peace
- 4 years here, I pay my dues for these years
- but I can't keep up, wasted money through my tears
- Study groups, Bible groups, they all keep me floatin'
- My head above the waves, but man I'm sick of coping
- and choking, I can't fight under pressure
- My veins filled with lukewarm, work under pleasure
- Whatever makes me feel good, that's real good
- But what's the good in trying if I can't even feel good
- So I raise another glass, Amped up but skipping class
- Sleeping in the shower cuz i'm low on gas
- since C's get degrees, I just have to pass
- please fastforward to when this is in the past
- (Verse 3, 3:04)
- So Bam, I see now, the answers to my hows
- and whys I had to work, harder than I do now
- with no doubt,
- every second counted, but I gave up and struck out
- Never made my dad proud
- Forever let my dad shout deep inside my brain,
- "don't become a retard in society just because your pain
- is bigger than your strength, c'mon man
- Well now I'm the scrub at the bottom of the can
- I'm a friggin father who won't even bother
- Better yet worse, in the basement of my mother
- Never learning, never concerning
- that my actions have consequences,
- Study to live, not for conforming
- Life is short but it keeps coming and going,
- when you gonna hop on and stop the free falliin'
- Go buy a belt big boy, if the pants keep fallin'
- Real men work, go blame the curse of the fallen
- (Ad lib, 3:45)
- (Verse 4, 3:55)
- So many 20 somethings
- Dropout for soul searching
- Itching n' bitching, about
- I'm meant for so much more, I'm certain
- Don't close door on me, don't close the curtain
- I hear an encore, or maybe it' a burden, some person
- giving me a chance, one glance that sees the real me
- Not the scrub, the bum, my inner voice keeps calling me
- Comeback stories only happen in the movies see
- or at least not my life, my life that shouts OMG
- Oh my God, I got a heavenly father
- while I'm disowned by my Korean other, son turned pariah
- Expectations already gone, and it's killing me, you feelin me?
- God calls me child, my son, he's healing me
- Brother to the Son of Man by grace alone
- that means I did nothing right, but still love was shown
- I can't see the future even with my glasses on
- But by God, I know I gotta keep marching on
LYRICAL GRADE
B
RHYME DENSITY
0
RHYME LENGTH
Rhyme Syllables
253
Total Syllables
950
Rhyming Lines
88/102
Unique Words
66%
Slang
6%
Profanity
0.5%
Avg. Syllables Per Word
1.34
Word Cloud
1 2 3 4 20 140 221 304 345 355 intro i'll telling sigh somewhere ages hence could've gone way choices voice god that's made difference how're doing tonight song goes out people try know themselves feel you're yourself very skin enemy goosebumps tell tale verse 037 morning wake up another box chocolates yum good day bad never i'm sick waking trick treats body told days can't act right scared leave room afraid stage fright use live monday through sunday franky used sing went give call houston someone's living past perhaps map big plans momma imma leader old band yes kick well go habits eating everything sight savage mannn even manage cooking cabbage damaging selfesteem dream clever scheme magazines advertise advise working man fight feeling life stay same lame game one knows name it's jamesit's james bridge hear don't understand what's going school facts fly sky full rules theories time three me's teachers case sleep peace years here pay dues keep wasted money tears study groups bible floatin' head above waves coping choking under pressure veins filled lukewarm work pleasure whatever makes real trying raise glass amped skipping class sleeping shower cuz low gas c's degrees pass please fastforward bam see now answers hows whys harder doubt second counted gave struck dad proud forever shout deep inside brain become retard society pain bigger strength c'mon scrub bottom friggin father won't bother better worse basement mother learning concerning actions consequences conforming short keeps coming gonna hop stop free falliin' buy belt boy pants fallin' men blame curse fallen ad lib many somethings dropout soul searching itching n' bitching meant much more certain close door curtain encore maybe it' burden person giving chance glance sees bum inner calling comeback stories happen movies shouts omg oh heavenly disowned korean son turned pariah expectations already killing feelin calls child he's healing brother grace alone means nothing still love shown future glasses gotta marching
Profanity
retard, bitching, bum
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