Lyrical Breakdown of Troubles - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Troubles" 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 "Troubles" 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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Sounds beautiful Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix We might struggle because life's a bitch And you happy when your ass get rich Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix We might struggle because life's a bitch And you happy when your ass get rich Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit I just lost my house to the drought, ayy Now I'm stayin' on my mama couch, ayy Told me get a job or to bounce, ayy Never paid a bill, I cop a ounce, ayy I could spend a twenty on a dub But I can't even spend it on some shit I really love I need some TLC, but bitches treat me like a scrub I gotta drive my mama car to pull up to the club Ain't nothin' left to do but now a nigga gotta hustle I got it out the mud and then I did it off the muscle Maneuver through the game, I put my niggas in the huddle Now we all just runnin' routes And fittin' pieces to the puzzle my nigga, ayy Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix We might struggle because life's a bitch And you happy when your ass get rich Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix We might struggle because life's a bitch And you happy when your ass get rich Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit Now I got a plan and a block, ayy (ayy) First I get the crib, then the yacht, ayy Went from not enough to a lot, ayy Now the way we rock, no Beyoncé Pool fool of money, I'ma drown in it Dead presidents is what I found in it Pull up in a Demon, smokin' pounds in it End up on the news, play around with it Now I gotta to hustle I got it out the mud and then I did it off the muscle Maneuver through the game, I put my niggas in the huddle Now we all just runnin' routes And fittin' pieces to the puzzle my nigga, ayy Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix We might struggle because life's a bitch And you happy when your ass get rich Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix We might struggle because life's a bitch And you happy when your ass get rich Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit