Lyrical Breakdown of Baby Whats Wrong With You - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Baby Whats Wrong With You" 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 Chief Keef 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 Chief Keef's narrative.

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Fuck, girls fly like Peter Wolf I ain't fly like Peter though She like "I left my weed at home" To see me, you need bifocals Yeah yeah yeah, leave it alone To see me you need bifocals To see me, you need bifocals Green fly like Peter do She like "I left my weed at home, can you get my stoned?" Baby that is not an excuse So what you wanna do? You ain't gotta roll one baby, you can roll a few But I ain't gonna smoke with you Stay asking me why I'm not with you Baby what's wrong with you? Baby said she on me, glue My .30 stay on me too And I shoot a movie too Lambo posted on the block Fucking on one of my options Let the bitch try to set me up She gonna be stuck between a rock and this motherfucking Glock My bitch bad, she terrible Beat a bitch like Keta do Foreign all my vehicles And I gotta thank Jesus too Girl I love it when it's easy too Remember when they would leave me too? Remember when they ain't even need me too? Well now they need me too To see me, you need bifocals Green fly like Peter do She like "I left my weed at home, can you get my stoned?" Baby that is not an excuse So what you wanna do? You ain't gotta roll one baby, you can roll a few But I ain't gonna smoke with you Stay asking me why I'm not with you Baby what's wrong with you?