Lyrical Breakdown of Out Of My Hands - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Out Of My Hands" 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 "Out Of My Hands" 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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Don't you know Don't you know This life is amazing Special occasions We smoke niggas like packs We roll niggas like, uh We cook niggas like crack, giving it back So many ties, ride around town for the guys (Swerve) We ready to ride, dawg, whenever it's time (Whenever) However we gotta play it We can't be in the blind (No in the blind) This gon' seem complicated to you if you not one of mine (You not one of mine) Plain Jane wrapped two tone Already know what I'm on, know what I'm on (Know what I'm on) Shawty look just like a clone Three bitches laying in my room, yeah (Laying in my room) Chinchilla dragged to the floor Chinchilla drag on a ho (Drag on a ho) Nights ain't get no sleep, got the money machine on the floor Ex-bitch strippin' on the pole My young bitch stayin' on stroll (Stayin' on stroll) Can't do coach, uh Came back gen G4 Pour up one four (Fuck it) Pour one eight, pour more Uh, uh Y'all gon' blow, uh Young kids boutta get a trophy I'm already cocky, I'm already poppin' You ain't gotta gas me (You ain't gotta gas me) Went through the islands, went through stylin' Bitch I went with stallions Uh Official, everything I do official Grab on your pistol, nigga I'll fuck your sister, nigga Treat her like a hooker, nigga I'm good on the mack, ain't holdin' nothin' back I'm walking through the back I'm ready to go spazz I'm ready to go splatt A real nigga whacked And that's just that Can't get nothin' past I'm stayin' on my task I'm gettin' my cash Run it up fast Keepin' my mask I'm ready to go blast That's just that I do what I can, it ain't in the plan, I hope you understand You can't comprehend, ain't goin' against my mans To fuck on his bitch, I'm gonna fuck up these bands Got too many options, give me my demand My team we You went against the game, you read what I'm saying It's out of my hands Plain Jane wrapped two tone Already know what I'm on, know what I'm on (Know what I'm on) Shawty look just like a clone Three bitches laying in my room, yeah (Laying in my room) Chinchilla dragged to the floor Chinchilla drag on a ho (Drag on a ho) Nights ain't get no sleep, got the money machine on the floor Ex-bitch strippin' on the pole My young bitch stayin' on stroll (Stayin' on stroll) Can't do coach, uh Came back gen G4 Pour up one four (Fuck it) Pour one eight, pour more Uh, uh Y'all gon' blow, uh Young kids boutta get a trophy We learned to reset I'm giving you the spotlight, you ain't gotta say it Give you the spotlight, you ain't gotta say it You ain't gotta say none We know the code of silence You ain't gotta say it You ain't gotta say none Bodies on bodies, and bottles and bottles You don't gotta say none Don't you know Don't you know Stylin' you down like a stylist, you ain't even gotta say nothin' Don't you know Don't you know Tell me keep going, don't stop, you ain't gotta say none Don't you know Don't you know Realest nigga ever hit it, you ain't gotta say none Don't you know I can tell you fuck with me just on how you fuck on me You ain't gotta say none Don't you know Don't you know We bout to mess up the city, we ain't even gotta say none Don't you know I got a pad lock on the streets, still don't have to say none We do the glass house on the beach, you ain't have to say none I took the cash route, goin' far and you don't have to say none 'Fore the little homie getting shit sparking, I ain't gotta say none You didn't have to say none You didn't have to say none Another restitution