Lyrical Breakdown of Lost - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lost" 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 "Lost" 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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I'm like Kubrick With 2 bricks And hoes on the strip Off a 2 piece A toothpick I flick And I preach Bout how I'm a get this money out here up in the streets In the Caddy Ron Isley on between in the sheets And a way a nigga work make a grip in aweek I'm a chill with this freak Sniff a gram and a half Plus her pussy juicier than Shalamar curl bag While she draw me a bath Roll a blunt then passed Giggled and jiggled her booty Couldn't do nothing but laugh Credit cards separating White lines on a mirror Roll a 100 dollar bill Now my sinus all clearer Flat screen porn on Watching Asa Akira Nothing on but my pinky ring Sniff when I get up On the balcony drunk Like the world is mine Staggering inside with my robe untied So fuck waiting round Nigga I'm about to get it Dog I'm tryna eat So I'm staying in the kitchen Hunched over the stove Gotta water water whip it Lost in the sauce but a nigga still stirring Packing up them bags but a nigga ain't tripping Lost in the sauce but a nigga still dipping Lost on the sauce but a nigga ain't flipping Cutting up the hard like the yard ain't filling I'm like Spielberg With ill words and hoes on that curb Gotta screw loose I'm cuckoo Mentally disturbed But still smart enough To hit this bitch wit a rubber And with ya wrinkle pussy Hoe can't be ya lover But I still get the head If you swallow with bubbles I'm a Linwood nigga I done traveled the world Made a name for myself use to serve on the curb Now my words worth a bird I could front you a zip Made a million in a year and I still ain't trip Bout to put my niggas on make a million for them Show you that you can make it without acting like them Do you lil nigga go out there and just get it Gotta have a hardback Because these niggas gon' whip it Do you lil nigga get up out there get it Gotta have a hardback Because these niggas gon' whip it So fuck waiting round Nigga I'm about to get it Dog I'm tryna eat So I'm staying in the kitchen Hunched over the stove Gotta water water whip it Lost in the sauce but a nigga still stirring Packing up them bags but a nigga ain't tripping Lost in the sauce but a nigga still dipping Lost on the sauce but a nigga ain't flipping Cutting up the hard like the yard ain't filling