Lyrical Breakdown of TOLD MY - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "TOLD MY" 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 "TOLD MY" 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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Real, real, real, real, real, real high Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I put all my drugs in a designer bag (whoa) Bad bitch in the city, got her hibernatin', yeah Shorty want a Perc', got it under me, yeah (shorty want a Perc') Tom Ford, skinny pants, alteration, yeah (Tom, yeah, yeah, yeah) I woke up this mornin', and I was higher than Jesus, whoa (I was higher than Jesus) I just took two pills, damn, with my people, whoa (I just took two pills, whoa) Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, whoa (whoa) I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, whoa (oh, oh, oh) I been stretchin' shit out like I'm on a beach, whoa (oh, oh, oh) I'ma stretch the brick out, get it A to Z, whoa (oh, oh, oh) Get it for the low, get it to the street (oh, oh, oh) Pay me top dollars, I'm a sight to see (whoa, pay me top, cheese, cheese) I told my bitch, "If I gotta be faithful, I might fall off" I put all my BMs on paper, so they won't talk I pulled up another Bentayga, she got a cold walk I'll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple million dollars (I'll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple-) Koopsta, that gangster nigga, that pimpin' with dead dreads Clickin' with that nine in hand, let's make this to another stang Koopsta, that gangster nigga, that pimpin' with dead dreads Clickin' with that nine in hand, let's make this to another stang I woke up this mornin', and I was higher than Jesus, whoa I just took two pills, damn, with my people, whoa Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, whoa I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, whoa I can't get enough of doggin' a ho' out shit Fuck her, kick her out shit, and that go for a boss bitch My lil' niggas, them on dumb shit, walk you down shit 'Til the gun click, I don't post 'em, put 'em in no pics