Lyrical Breakdown of P&P 1.5 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "P&P 1.5" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ab-Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "P&P 1.5" 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 Ab-Soul 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 Ab-Soul's narrative.

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Gina, baby, I don't have no money and I don't have no ends Gina, I'm ass-out I'm going through something right now! I done told you that Oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up? I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up? I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up? Well alright I'm going through something with life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice I'm going through something with life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs Something to inspire me, rather than society's Woes, let me go, let me shine a lil' bit love I want diamonds too, Ronnie on Player's Club I used to have a nine-to-five, fresh out of school, that was '05 That bitch was racist, got me fired, ever since then, I had no job Pushing in my momma van, stop for gas on Rosecrans Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did Guilty by association story of my life, nigga You gon' make me flip and split yo' shit judge give me life, nigga Pain since my grandma's death, Uncle killed at Louie's Burgers Hold my tears, I tried my best, let it go, drenched my pullover Cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin, margin Maintaining my modest modus as I dream So while I go through all this, all this bullshit what you call it Life itself I know it helps let me scroll through my BlackBerry (Hey, what's up, daddy?) I'm going through something with life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice I'm going through something with life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright (alright) Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright (alright) Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice So what'd you rush me out here for? How was your day? Are you tipsy? Mm-hm All I need in this lifetime, pussy and Patrón Gimme that, once you gimme that, once again it's on Bitch, I'm swagged up, hoes bopping when I'm off that screw Coming down clean, tell yo' baby momma what it do? Where yo' friends at? I got long dick, what it is? Go on poke it out, situate your lil' positives How I live? Big shot, on my grind, all ready I'ma lay it down like a carpenter, when you let me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff I can't get enough, if I offend you, blame it on the liquor babe Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff I can't get enough, if I offend you Uh, I wrote this song when Dave drove home And caught that flat, in the mean T Flats And it made me think, if we could blink To change locations where we at We often get lost in the alcohol bottle In attempt to ignore pain, problem and sorrow Just for a minute, then back to the bullshit Your car note due and you 'bout to get evicted Two drugs surely, Patrón, pussy, make it feel alright But once it's empty and the bitch leave, then it's back to life You can't run from it, gotta run to it, nigga The antidote wouldn't last and you knew it, nigga But still you proceed to dive deep, ask what's her zodiac sign I'm going through something in life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice I'm going through something in life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice Okay, welcome to my diary, hmm, where should I begin? Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram Crackers watch my every step, man, I hate to work for them One time I tried to work for me, but that shit didn't work for me And here I am, stressing, questioning my direction, man What to do? Nothing's moving, traffic jam, wiggle through it Pop the cork and take the fluid, bust that pussy open Bust that pussy open, bust that pussy open (Soul) balls deep, ya dig? Retrieve, relief, ya dig? Let's kill a bottle of tequila And lie butt-naked telling the truth, would ya? What's up? I had a long day and I really wanna fuck Take a double shot to the face and forget about my whole day 'Cause all I've been thinking the whole day I'm going through something in life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice I'm going through something in life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice All I need in this lifetime, pussy and Patrón Gimme that, once you gimme that, once again it's on Bitch, I'm swagged up, hoes bopping when I'm off that screw Coming down clean, tell yo' baby momma what it do? Where yo' friends at? I got long dick, what it is? Go on poke it out, situate your lil' positives How I live? Big shot, on my grind, all ready I'ma lay it down like a carpenter, when you let me