Lyrical Breakdown of How I'm Feelin Right Now - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "How I'm Feelin Right Now" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how E-40 weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "How I'm Feelin Right Now" 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 E-40 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 E-40's narrative.
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The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees The liquor, the girls
(I can't explain how I'm feeling right now!)
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees The liquor, the girls
(I can't explain how I'm feeling right now!)
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees The liquor, the girls
(I can't explain how I'm feeling right now!)
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees The liquor, the girls
I'm on this AK47 I ain't talking bout the gun
Rolled up in a slit bix with the bubble pound
Fat bank roll man my money can't fold
I been getting bread since I was 12 years old
Pull up to the trap with the boom blam blap
Stapler in my lap case I gotta make em scat
Sitting in my Louge with the neck full of gold
On the phone with the homie with my bitch on hold
I'm so high, I'm so bent
I'm so zapped, I'm so hent
I'm so me'd out, me me me
Ooh me, I'm in love with me
State to state, internationally
I get cake they can't fuck with me
I just ate but I'm still hun-gray
I'm a ape not no mon-kay
BEITCH!
Uhh!
The money, the trees, the liquor, the girls
My city, my state, my country, my world
The hustle, the shrime, I want it, it's mine
The dollar, the quarter, the nickel, the dime
In the parking lot throw it up already on my seventh cup
Drop me fore I pulled up, tonight I'm finna live it up
I'm feeling like don't talk to me, I'm feeling like don't touch me
I'm feeling like don't look at me, I'm feeling like don't bug me
No I'm not I'm trippin' sweetie I'm just bullshittin'
Tell me what you want to drink I'll buy it what'chu sippin?
The Vodka or this Landy no mistaking for no trickin'
Hella batches in this muthafucka wanna get with pimpin
Na I'm a take it, so listen while I put'chu up on game
Walk around this muthafucka ask about my name
[?] Brisk Vallejo California what I claim
Solid as rocks keep it funky like dooky slang
BEITCH!
Where am I?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Where am I?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know