Lyrical Breakdown of Woes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Atmosphere weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Woes" 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 Atmosphere 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 Atmosphere's narrative.

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Woe, woe Woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe Woe, woe Woe, woe Woe, woe Woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe She said that I'm a textbook narcissist I told her that she's toxic like carcinogens She kicked me out the house, I said, "Karma is a bitch" And then we made love under the stars and the wind I must be dumb, she had a pocket full of horseshoes Smile like orange juice, shining off my fangs I'm trying to ascertain why everybody has to complain Even the sunshine'll dance in the rain You can produce and direct your critique My skin's thick with three C's, it seem to get thicker every week Feel free to express your speech We squeeze diamonds from the pressure as a stress release If you can flex that strength, then you know how it goes We show up for each other and try to hold each other close Both of us supposed to keep it under control You can't love another life without a couple of woes (Woe, woe) (Woe, woe) I know you got a couple of those (Woe, woe) (Woe, woe) I know you got a couple of woes (Woe, woe) (Woe, woe) yeah, I know you got a couple of those (Woe, woe) (Woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe) I'm like whoa Somebody better call an ambulance I'd have to be sick to think we'd ever need another jam like this And at the least, please reach out to my management Tell them I forgot to leave the seat down in the can again I'm sorry, I know I'm so unoriginal Plus I'm overly critical, I'm a condescending contradiction Slip into the victim role if it remotely fits A shoulder full of chips, pulling luggage on my ego trip Apparently, I'm inherently chewing on my foot Put a judge on the cover of my book Dad shorts in the streets, dad snores in the sheets With an orchestra of noise from the core of my sleep Please baby, keep me in your thoughts I know it's gotta be almost impossible for you to water All the flowers in my pot, I put the sour in the sauce And act like it's not my fault, it's just a product of my flaws If you ever had a pulse, then you know how it goes We show up for each other and try to hold each other close I ain't above it, it's a struggle to grow You can't love another life without a couple of woes (Woe, woe) (Woe, woe) I know you got a couple of those (Woe, woe) (Woe, woe) I know you got a couple of woes (Woe, woe) (Woe, woe) yeah, I know you got a couple of those (Woe, woe) (Woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe)