Lyrical Breakdown of Balance - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Balance" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Earl Sweatshirt weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Balance" 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 Earl Sweatshirt 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 Earl Sweatshirt's narrative.
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I've been tryna tell a different story
Find balance and I'm tippin' off
And tell grandma I be with her shortly
I won't panic when they send her for me
Cause I ain't got time for feelin' sorry
I gotta be on point when duty call
And I'm prolly the worst nigga to get involved with
These shoulders is not for you to sniffle on
Watch the wall collide with my fist
Mostly over problems that I know I should fix
Focused so I know my skin tone is a cliff
We on the edge and they hopin' we slip
I had to ask moms what I owed to this shit, she said "Nothin'"
She asked me 'bout them old times both of us miss, I said nothin'
She asked me if I'm smokin' again
I told her that I prolly gotta go in a bit
I've been tryna tell a different story
Find balance and I'm tippin' off
And tell grandma I be with her shortly
I won't panic when they send her for me
Cause I ain't got time for feelin' sorry
I gotta be on point when duty call
And I'm prolly the worst nigga to get involved with
These shoulders is not for you to sniffle on