Lyrical Breakdown of Can't Tell Me Shyt - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Can't Tell Me Shyt" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 2 Chainz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Can't Tell Me Shyt" 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 2 Chainz 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 2 Chainz's narrative.
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Same old bitches nigga... Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha... Wooo!
Same old females, same old females, same old females...
Boy them same old females
Boy you know that they don't mean well
See I met her at Compound
And the next week I seen her at rehab
All these bitches know that I'm the shyt
Fuck it / Fucking can't tell me shyt
Bitch you can't tell me shyt
Nigga you can't tell me shyt
Came from the bottom, but I survived
And just for the pain, I take OxyContin
Gave my dawg a watch to pass the time
And she be in New York half the time
When I drop the top, you see ashes flying
Walked in Onyx, seen asses flying
She told me that her number was classified
I said bitch, you should ask for mine!
Sippin' margaritas in Miami with my mamacita
All-Star Game, she was in the bleachers
Every time I see her, I say nice to meet ya
Had it in the room girl, underneath her
Met her at Live on Sunday
She was in Atlanta on Monday
Club going up on a Tuesday
Told her she can get it how she want it
I ain't picky, I ain't got a type
I'm single, I ain't got a wife
But if I hit you with the slow-stroke
I bet that you gonna spend the night
I bet you find another flight because she just wanna love the life
Seen her out in Cali, man in Vegas she was at the fight
Sunday at the rehab, beat the pussy made her relapse