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