Lyrical Breakdown of Two Tens (feat. Anderson .Paak) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Two Tens (feat. Anderson .Paak)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Cordae weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Two Tens (feat. Anderson .Paak)" 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 Cordae 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 Cordae's narrative.

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Yeah, mhm Yup Yeah Turn the beat up a little bit Yeah, okay Two friends, and they both tens, looking nice Too bent, I should call it quits, but I'm not New chances, we all dancing tonight Tell me, what's the odds we can all get a bite? Okay, the last time we tried that, it didn't end well Plus you never know the story that they friends tell And off the brown liquor, nigga feel like Denzel Out in Washington, in the D.C. with a chocolate bitch Lil' freak bitch get geeked off erotic shit So what you do? Shot the club up like Stojakovic Man, that's that other shit Paying child support through the government Joint custody weekends, you can't touch the kid Man, I love this bitch We gon' travel and fill up the bucket list Have 'bout ten kids on the ranch on some southern shit You mean sucker shit Slave to the pussy since you discovered it Ten bands on Chanel purse, that's bad budgeting Plus you niggas always together, it's mad smothering You simping over bitches, I never thought it would come to this Why you always mad? I just wanna have fun with it The Winter's ain't bad when you cruising in the Summer with Two friends, and they both tens, looking nice Too bent, I should call it quits, but I'm not New chances, we all dancing tonight Tell me, what's the odds we can all get a bite? Two friends, and they both tens, looking nice Too bent, I should call it quits, but I'm not New chances, we all dancing tonight Tell me, what's the odds we can all get a bite? (Yeah, uh) See, I'm not tryna be overbearing or give you a lecture I just want you to see this shit from a different perspective See, every hoe is a dog, and every dog has its day You can be loving on every mutt that be falling astray My nigga, watch what you say How you blocking the wave? You just talking, nothing's coming from a logical place Man, I'm kicking knowledge today You getting brolic today Why you paying her son tuition? 'Cause I'm his father today Okay Two friends, and they both tens, looking nice Too bent, I should call it quits, but I'm not New chances, we all dancing tonight Tell me, what's the odds we can all get a bite? Two friends, and they both tens, lookin' nice Too bent, I should call it quits, but I'm not New chances, we all dancing tonight Tell me, what's the odds we can all get a bite?