Lyrical Breakdown of Same Damn Time - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Same Damn Time" 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 "Same Damn Time" 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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Y'all don't wanna play fair (Sonny Digital) Nah mean? Ayy, yeah I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time On the phone, cooking dope at the same damn time Selling white, selling mid at the same damn time Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm on Pluto, I'm on Mars at the same damn time On the sofa, popping bottles at the same damn time, ayy Gucci made in Italy (yeah) Bally belt I'm killing shit (yeah, yeah) The way I'm rocking Jimmy Choo (what?) The word got out I'm dealing it (ayy) I fuck her, she a immigrant (turn up) Don't touch her, she ain't got benefits (sauce) Bussing down them Benjamin's (floss) Fuck it up on Louis kicks (then walk) That's the way I'm kicking it (whoa) Ferragamo, cover me (go) Puerto Rican, Japanese (what's happenin'?) We laid up at the DoubleTree (two) Yellow ice, a bumblebee, pinky ring, a quarter key (yeah) iPhone and Metro, twerking off the whole thing (brr, that work) My earring, a jelly bean (twerk), gangsta lean and Irene (woo) Red eyes, no Visine, I'm loc'd out on the drink Horseshoes on my jeans, Robin jeans wit the wings Yellow bone on my team, trafficking them Yao Mings Space boots with the spikes, go to AZ on a flight Mail a hundred overnight, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time On the phone, cooking dope at the same damn time Selling white, selling mid at the same damn time Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm on Pluto, I'm on Mars at the same damn time On the sofa, popping bottles at the same damn time I'm in Phipps with the set, going crazy (crazy) Got some diamonds 'round my neck, no fugazi (they real) Bad bitches in the suite, trying to bathe me (for real) Just a young hood nigga, streets raised me (yeah, yeah) Working with a unit, tryna stretch it to another one Drinking on that Activis, it's tastin' like some bubble gum (sip) Thumbing through the check (check), boarding on the jet (jet) Talking on the iPhone, sipping out the styrofoam (who there?) That dirty got my mind gone, that money got my mind blown VVS and white stones, VVS and white stones (woo) I'm rolling like a rolling stone (ayy) Freebandz on Al Capone (straight up) And my cash way long (turn up) I see a bunch of clones I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time On the phone, cooking dope at the same damn time Selling white, selling mid at the same damn time Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm on Pluto, I'm on Mars at the same damn time On the sofa, popping bottles at the same damn time Give me apartment and some water and I can swim (yeah) Got that Gambino jumping out the gym (bitch) My young nigga serving J's, that's how I clear 'em (yeah, yeah) Jumpin', crossin' me, you know your chances slim In my aviator Gucci (oh) like I'm driving planes (planes) Cash shit, cash money, smell like cocaine Doing Birdman numbers, making flips like Jackie Chan Walk inside the jeweller, drop a bail on your ring Spent so much in Louis, gave me free champagne In Bal Harbour, shopping, and they doing the same thing (ayy) And I keep my cup wit me like a pimp (chu'ch) I think I'm Magic Don Juan, take a clip Spike Lee need to get this shit on film (movie, Future, astronaut, yea, yeah) I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time On the phone, cooking dope at the same damn time Selling white, selling mid at the same damn time Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm on Pluto, I'm on Mars at the same damn time On the sofa, popping bottles at the same damn time, ayy