Lyrical Breakdown of Tally - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tally" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Denzel Curry weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Tally" 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 Denzel Curry 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 Denzel Curry's narrative.
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I met this girl down in Tally (Tally)
She said she flew in from Cali' (yeah)
Not L.A., though, she live in the Valley (yeah)
Got a twin and I think her name Sally (yeah)
Not my type, so I curved her real proudly (yeah)
Don't remember last night, it was cloudy (yeah, he's heating up)
Got a chance in this shit like I'm Cloudy (yeah)
Four rings on my hand like an Audi (yeah, yeah)
Might do a show in N.C
And say, "fuck it," and pop out in Raleigh
I can't fuck with that bitch, she a lame
She be talkin' too much, she too rowdy
But she still in my phone, in my texts
Tryna drag her fingers on my neck (yeah)
She wan' get intimate, flesh to flesh (yeah)
Yeah, she crazy, but not like the rest (yeah)
In my messages, in my direct (yeah)
Like an Xbox, she wanna connect (yeah)
She wanna fuck on me, get flesh to flesh (yeah)
Niggas hatin', don't talk under your breath (yeah)
'Cause I don't give a fuck 'bout you (yeah, yeah)
Know we kick shit like kung fu (yeah)
Balenci' on my shoes (my shoes)
Got a problem? Then we gon' shoot (gon' shoot)
I met this girl down in Tally (Tally)
She said she flew in from Cali' (yeah)
Not L.A., though, she live in the Valley (yeah)
Got a twin and I think her name Sally (yeah)
Not my type, so I curved her real proudly (yeah)
Don't remember last night, it was cloudy (yeah)
Got a chance in this shit like I'm Cloudy (yeah, excuse my language)
Four rings on my hand like an Audi (yeah, yeah)
Uh, bad lil' bitch from Nevada
She sold her soul for some Gucci and Prada (it's hot)
Christo and Balenciaga
Water to wine, I turned water to Vodka
Love when she call me, "Big poppa"
She don't like rappers, she love speaker Knockerz
Fur coat, straight off of Appa
Drippin', submerge to Davey Jones' locker
24-karat gold, like the Black Mamba
Shawty got ass that she got from her momma
Mixed lil' bitch, like Alana and Shawna
Kill with the fashion, but no Jeffery Dahmer
Comme des Garçons, you'll never catch me in VLONE
What in the fuck niggas be on?
Cali' is somewhere she belong
I met this girl down in Tally (Tally)
She said she flew in from Cali' (yeah)
Not L.A., though, she live in the Valley (yeah)
Got a twin and I think her name Sally (okay)
Not my type, so I curved her real proudly (yeah)
Don't remember last night, it was cloudy (yea)
Got a chance in this shit like I'm Cloudy (yeah)
Four rings on my hand like an Audi (yeah, yeah)
I met this girl down in Tally (girl down in Tally)
I met this girl down in Tally (Tally, Tally)
She said she flew in from Cali' (where she from?)
She said she flew in from Cali'
Hell yeah (yeah-yeah), a'ight, I think we got it