Lyrical Breakdown of Futureback - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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I got wound stripes, that's 30 years of runnin' I should be with big meach, I get so much money I started off connectin', and then I wash my hands Do not touch it, if it ain't them bands I pray to messiah told him I want it all Put me in the game, or I crawl behind the wall I'm living lavish, smashin' on these pink toes More paper than Kinkos, drinkin' bottles and they gold- ROSE! Drinkin lean and it's heavy OKAY! Yea, poppin' wheelies on a banshee We throwin' money on these hoes and they ain't even dancin' And its coming back white, marlyn manson They yellin' young future back, and he brought good crack Macheveli And im fillin' up my belly, with pies, vegetary Im a dog on these hoes, vetinary Yea, I make movies, tyler perry Yo main dame, thats my secretary But you good cuz I love money, february Gotta lot of shit on my mind but can't get discouraged Apply major pressure, you better be weary You bout to get your 'ish,dog you gon' get your 'ish The preacher gonna say a scripture, I'm asking for forgiveness I hear the streets callin', all the little ghetto children Future all they know, astronaut pluto, numero uno Im coming for your throat Bitch I gotta have it, I know you waitin' to taste it And I'mma murder every track nigga cold case it