Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Got Trouble" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Got Trouble" 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 undefined employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Hmm, yeah yeah
Hmm, mmm
I've got trouble, trouble, trouble
Always knocking at my door
Yes I'm a whole lot of touble, baby
Just like a kid in a candy store
Well, I'm nothing but trouble, babe
Not since the day that I was born
Well, I'm as good as it ever gets
Give you something you won't forget
If you wanna spell trouble, babe
Well, send out an S.O.S, yeah
'Cause baby's got something
Something you just can't ignore
And yeah, it sure is likley, baby
You'll keep coming back for more
I've got a wicked taste for trouble
And I'm never, never, satisfied
Yeah I'm a whole lot of trouble, baby
And my evil ways can't lie
Oh, my, my
Well, I've been itching for some trouble baby
Every single day that I'm alive
Come on, baby, come on darling
Come on sugar, ooh, yeah yeah yeah
Baby, whoa, whoa, yeah
Now listen
Can't you see the way I move
Can't you read it in my hips
There's a lot that's going on
In my pocket full of tricks
Got some secrets up my sleeve
If you know just what I mean
Got places you've never been
Take you out of your skin
Well I'm trouble, trouble, trouble, baby
Always knocking at my door
Yes I'm a whole lot of lot of touble, baby
Ooh, since the day that I was born
Yeah, oh yeah