Lyrical Breakdown of You Know I’m Not Good - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "You Know I’m Not Good" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ghostface Killah weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "You Know I’m Not Good" 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 Ghostface Killah 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 Ghostface Killah's narrative.

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Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt, Your rolled-up sleeves in your skull t-shirt, You say, "What did you do with him today?" And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray, 'Cause you're my fella, my guy, Hand me your Stella and fly, By the time I'm out the door, You tear me down like Roger Moore, I cheated myself, Like I knew I would, I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good, Upstairs in bed, with my ex-boy, He's in a place, but I can't get joy, Thinking on you in the final throes, This is when my buzzer goes, Run out to meet you, chips and pitta, You say, "When we're married," 'Cause you're not bitter, "There'll be none of him no more," I cried for you on the kitchen floor, I cheated myself, Like I knew I would, I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good, Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain, We're like how we were again, I'm in the tub, you on the seat, Lick your lips as I soak my feet, Then you notice little carpet burn, My stomach drop and my guts churn, You shrug and it's the worst, Who truly stuck the knife in first I cheated myself, Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good, I cheated myself, Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble, Yeah, you know that I'm no good.