Lyrical Breakdown of Golddust - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Bust it open Flake looking like gold dust Nigga get a whiff of this uncut Bloody Marys at brunch From last night still drunk Popped a Adderall nigga that was my lunch And I gotta hunch Roll another blunt Call some hoes up nigga lets do some bumps Caught up in the whirlwind Life took a tail spin Hid behind designer shades Life of sin Lost control Don't have a soul Myself I don't know no more Numbing up with drugs To suppress these feelings Praying to the heavens Letting these devils get the best of me Nigga what's the recipe for a good time A whole lot of liquor while you doing coke lines Residue on my mustache How could it last Roll a hundred dollar bill Nigga blow cash Can't nobody tell me no Nigga pass me that blow Got to the point ain't gotta buy drugs Niggas just give to em to me Yea they think they showing love And that's what's up Kinda fucked up Now I do way it more then I use to Have no clues All the false alarms Where most would of died But my tolerance strong Been cursed all alone Whole family addicts Floating through my bloodstream Like I gotta have it Tried to quit a few times But it didn't work out Can you understand What my life is about Cause I think you don't So take a step inside A mind so horrific Images that I hide Take look inside Scare you for life This is the way Nigga step inside Mimosa for breakfast With a thick hoe from Texas Got good karma Feel the persona Got the Hermes towel while I'm up in the sauna Smoking on ganja Tasting like caramel Ass so fat think she get it from hermomma Came along way hitting thots in spots Now I fuck pornstars I done jerked off and watched Spending racks up in Bergdorf Bitches take ya shirt off Took a couple molly's Now they wanna have a twerk off Guess who the judge Why they hold the grudge Me I done got it on my own out the mud Will it all last Will it all last Roll a hundred dollar bill Nigga blow cash Will it all last Will it all last Roll a hundred dollar bill Blowing money fast