Lyrical Breakdown of Fancy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fancy" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Doja Cat weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fancy" 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 Doja Cat 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 Doja Cat's narrative.

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All my fellas, they be actin' jealous They don't understand me Prolly cause I'm fancy, ooh, ooh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh You would think I'm royal, baby look so spoiled Mommy brush this dirt off, like a own this soil Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh Yuh, baby how I come across Honey if you pay, I talk Prolly love the way I floss Make you feel a type of way, fuck 'bout what you say though Never miss a meal like Ross, 'bout to flip a mil like Ross They don't know me 'hind closed doors, aye You could never find me losin', I bet you the boss But baby I'm bossy, used to be daughter, They call me mother now Treatin' me like no other, swag underwater, bread in the butter now Wallet, wallet in pocket, pocket Give five to the valet and she park it, park it No games but I'm ballin', call it crocket, crocket I'm a target but I never shop at Target, got it? All my fellas, they be actin' jealous They don't understand me Prolly cause I'm fancy, ooh, ooh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh You would think I'm royal, baby look so spoiled Mommy brush this dirt off, like a own this soil Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh It get lonely at the top, I'ma stack my guap I'ma make 'em dance, chain all on my neck Drank all on my dress, four hunnid a pop Lonely at the top, I'ma stack my guap I'ma make 'em dance, chain all on my neck Drank all on my dress, four hunnid a pop All my fellas, they be actin' jealous They don't understand me Prolly cause I'm fancy, ooh, ooh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh You would think I'm royal, baby look so spoiled Mommy brush this dirt off, like a own this soil Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh