Lyrical Breakdown of I Been Drinking - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Been Drinking" 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 "I Been Drinking" 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 been drinkin', I been drinkin'
I'm off that vodka, ain't no tellin' what or why
Nigga thinkin' what he thinkin', yeah
Ain't no thoughts, baby
All I know is I won't judge you, no, I, I, I
Baby, I won't judge you
Ain't no police around here
Baby, I won't judge you
Wee-ooh, wee-ooh, wee-wee-ooh, wee-ooh
Drunk in love
Uh, that's how ya feelin', that's how ya feelin'
And I'm decided 'bout your comfort level
While I'm drillin', while I'm drillin'
Fuck them bands, girl
Me and you goin' for a million and a billion
And I can't keep my fuckin' eyes off you
I won't sweat you, no, no
Just tryna creep, but your boyfriend here won't let you
We woke up in the kitchen screamin'
"How this shit happened to us?", oh baby
Drunk in love
One thing I remember, that beautiful body off inside one club
Drunk in love
G-g-get the flame in that lighter
You gon' get the pussy indicted
You done got me all inside her
When a nigga get pussy, I bite her
You call me young Mike Tyson
Ay, I'm pourin' that drink on top of you
Then I'ma sip it all off of you
Sip, sip, sip, sip
Sippin' on some Champagne
Fuckin' up the bitch brain
Changin' up your last name
Fuckin' in my gold chains, woo
Gotcha higher than an airplane
You get that hypin' on that dick, Soul Train
Mix that Spade in that syrup, if I do say so myself
I pour a cup of dirty Sprite and I drink it by myself
Pussy soaking like some ally water, did it on the steps
We done did it everywhere