Lyrical Breakdown of Too Long - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Too Long" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Too Long" 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 Gucci Mane 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 Gucci Mane's narrative.

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Don't leave my rhyming too long Don't leave my rhyming too long I have my mind blown: too gone If you leave my rhyming too long Stretching pain out on myself, last night I was whiling out Took so much damn Ace of Spades, woke up on somebody's couch Now I'm 'bout to throw a party. Who party right at the house? Though I smoke at least half an ounce, so many blunts that I lost count Now I'm wasted, loaded, bitch crazy, drunk, high, landed, rolling Talking like a loco-motive, tell 'em four pounds' the quota She hoping going blowing on pussy-ness that's so explosive House white with steel, ho I'm not a man to show no emotion I got pornographic pictures in my iPad Oh that's your bitch? I fucked her, nigga. My bad! So if you fuck my girl, we'll be even Steven But the difference 'bout me Imma keep it pimping Don't leave my rhyming too long Don't leave my rhyming too long I have her smoking on that real strong If you leave my rhyming too long Don't leave my rhyming too long Don't leave my rhyming too long I have my mind blown: too gone If you leave my rhyming too long Back in at the West end, I'm sipping on a Martini Yellow Lamborghini, 'bout the same color as a zucchini Last night was a movie, I woke up with three women Got two chains, two bracelets, she riding me and she getting it On the fly-ti got a high price, this a lavish life, but I live it Take your shots right like it's fight night all night long and no twisting They searched me when I came in, so I came in with three pistols That jewelry on and my money long, but don't bother me cause I'm chilling Got three hoes on solo, but trust me no tripping Ain't acting like I ain't in there, I'm on the stage, I'm tipping Talk cashier, don't gift it, get dope high, I'm lifted Sip real lean, that codeine. Who got them descriptions? Don't leave my rhyming too long Don't leave my rhyming too long I have her smoking on that real strong If you leave my rhyming too long Don't leave my rhyming too long Don't leave my rhyming too long I have my mind blown: too gone If you leave my rhyming too long