Lyrical Breakdown of Troubles (feat. T-Pain) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Troubles (feat. T-Pain)" 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 (feat. T-Pain)" 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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Whoa, whoa (whoa, Kenny) ooh
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix (can't fix)
We might struggle because life's a bitch (haha)
And you happy when your ass get rich (get rich)
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit (ooh)
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix (hell nah)
We might struggle because life's a bitch (nah, bitch)
And you happy when your ass get rich (get that money)
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit
I just lost my house to the drought, ayy (damn)
Now I'm stayin' on my momma couch, ayy (damn)
Told me, get a job or to bounce, ayy (bounce)
Never paid a bill, I cop a ounce, ayy
I could spend a 20 on a dub (ayy)
But I can't еven spend it on some shit I rеally love (for real)
I need some TLC but bitches treat me like a scrub (scrub)
I gotta drive my momma 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' round, some fittin' pieces to the puzzle
My nigga, ayy
Got some problems that the music can't fix (can't fix)
Whole squad, everybody on my dick (get off my dick)
More money, more problems, and we lit (they lit)
All my ex's textin, sayin' I ain't uh, shit (shit)
She said, get the bag go and be yourself ('self)
Pretty bitches sayin' I need to be myself ('self)
When I was down bad and I needed help (help)
Passin' by me on the street, you should've seen yourself (uh), yeah
How did you not remember how it was then? (Then, then)
Now all the sudden I got no cousins (kin, kin)
All up on my gate, tryna get buzzed in, huh (hmm, hmm)
If you don't give a damn, I don't give a fuck
I can't swim, I got a pool and I'ma drown in it (drown in it)
Drunk under water, they goin' clown fishin' (clown fishin')
I be on my own, don't be announcin' shit (whoa)
The chopper make beautiful music, play around with it
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' round, some fittin' pieces to the puzzle
My nigga, ayy
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix (can't fix)
We might struggle because life's a bitch
And you happy when your ass get rich (get rich)
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit (ooh)
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix (hell nah)
We might struggle because life's a bitch (nah, bitch)
And you happy when your ass get rich (get that money)
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't (shit)
Bitch, I'm high
Ayy, bitch (shit)
Uh, ayy-ayy
Shit