Lyrical Breakdown of Cold Days - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Zaytoven This for them cold days When you missin' them real niggas and them throwaways Missin' your kids that make you cry in that bitch These niggas snitchin', we might die in this bitch I need a cigarette Cold days They say I'm ignorant Cold days Where my lawyer at? Cold days My bitch sobbin' now Cold days Free YB out that motherfucker Lil B out that motherfucker All got a chance if they let me out that motherfucker Free Cee out that motherfucker, my brother, my big partner Life, but he still fight Free BG with that gold chopper I know that cold cold, when money don't mean shit Who really love you? Them the questions you dream of You saw the paper, you seen me, shit got real in my ends People blamin' me for bodies but don't know who really spin I'm talkin' cold days Wrappin' up this shit or smokin' joes While your niggas watch the mirror, this another life More bad news, more bad news on another kite Hope mama handle my money right 'cause right now my money light Cold cold I ain't gon' lie, I'm feelin' cold cold Feelings cold cold These niggas sold, sold they soul, man, it's cold cold Who can I trust? Nobody, no soul I'm feelin' cold cold In that bitch drove drove, feelin' cold days They say I'm ignorant Cold days Where my lawyer at? Cold days My bitch sobbin' now Cold days Bitch, I'm havin' cold days Cold cold, cold days Baby mamas use my child money on they other keys Cold, police after me Cold, niggas screamin' murder Cold, can't let 'em capture me So I bring 'em pain on purpose Cold, back of the bread, one piece of ham, this that gutter talk Damn, my mama need a new car, this that struggle talk Love is pain 'Cause when someone die who you love, you gon' feel the rain I miss my daddy, miss my thug, he died, I held his hand Turnin' cold, like damn, my daddy turnin' cold Tears in my eyes overflowin' like the toilet bowl In the cell reminiscin' my niggas in old cages While here lil' mo comin' at me all kind of ways I'm talkin' 'bout Cold days I need a cigarette Cold days They tryna kill a nigga Cold days These niggas gangsters now Cold days They used to be scared of me Cold cold I ain't gon' lie, I'm feelin' cold cold Feelings cold cold These niggas sold, sold they soul, man, it's cold cold Who can I trust? Nobody, no soul I'm feelin' cold cold In that bitch drove drove, feelin' cold days Free all them niggas out that bag Free all them niggas out that parish up that road My niggas in Angola doin' life in fifty Niggas thirty, sixty years, nigga Free G-Money, love you Every dark day got a brighter day comin'