Discover the poetic beauty in ‘My Right Lung’ by Action Bronson. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Action Bronson or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
I’d give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time
I’d give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time, uh
Seasons change weekly
Life in the big leagues
I can tell it’s summer by the fig trees
Wiggle German Jeeps with kiss on ’em
Drop her top she got a nice set of tits on her
Hardcore, got me feeling like a fish outta water
Cruising U.S.A. I use six quarters
I got next
Uh
Ah man, ah man, uh
I’d give my right lung if I could dunk a fucking ball just one time
I’d give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time
I’d give my right lung if I could dunk a ba- yo f*ck that shit man
F*ck a critic
I had my little Spanish homie hit you with the Civic and I’m motherfucking spinning
I ain’t like my chain so I threw it on a midget
I don’t like the terms of the deal, do better on the digits
My Columbian princess’ll come and hit you with the scissors in the neck
‘Til it look like Twizzlers
Night night
Take me home