Lyrical Breakdown of FEIGNING - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "FEIGNING" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Gunna weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "FEIGNING" 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 Gunna 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 Gunna's narrative.
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Tay Keith, f-- these niggas up
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah
Make 'em bleed for the season
I got pretty tings overseas, yeah ('Seas, yeah, yeah)
Shopping sprees for a week, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah (Free bands)
Above the trees, hard to breathe in (Hard to breathe in)
We spending G's for no reason, yeah (Yeah)
Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah (Leavin')
Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah
Huh, huh, huh
'Bout a dollar, huh, huh (Woah)
Whip that Panamera, yeah
Piss in my ring, diamonds canary yellow (Ooh)
I'm sippin' codeine, I'm movin' slower than Donatello (Donatello)
I doubt that she don't let me f--
But I swear I won't sweat her (Nah)
I'm runnin' the millions up, on God, my fam doin' better (On God)
Bein' broke didn't break us apart
Got rich, we still together (Still together, we still together)
We storm the weather
You get jammed, I'll write you letters (Write you letters)
We flock of feathers (Yeah), the parasailers (Yeah)
Gave her a groove like Stella
My vocals makin' her p-- wetter (Wetter)
Bought a new Louis flannel
Flowers all over my white Margielas (White Margiela)
Make 'em bleed for the season
I got pretty tings overseas, yeah ('Seas, yeah, yeah)
Shopping sprees for a week, yeah (Yeah)
Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah (Free bands)
Above the trees, hard to breathe in
We spending G's for no reason, yeah (Yeah)
Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah (Leavin')
Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah
Huh, huh
Feel the Miley Cyrus, yeah
We gettin' geeked up at the private party, yeah, yeah
Leak, it ain't no secret, know I drip the hardest (Drip the hardest)
The valet can't hold my key, I let my people park it (People park it)
Got that Escalade BP 'cause I might be a target (Bulletproof)
My fans screamin' at me
Say I'm they favorite artist (Favorite artist)
Pay what I want, no back and forth
Don't do no bargain (Do no bargain)
We cross the margin (Cross the margin)
F-- n-- barkin', main reason I keep a carbon (Yeah)
We burn like arsons (Yeah)
Snakes in the garden (Yeah)
We rich, I beg you pardon?
My lil' niece is startin' (Niece is startin')
The vehicles foreign (Foreign)
Feel like I'm soarin' (Yeah)
Make 'em bleed for the season
I got pretty tings overseas, yeah ('Seas, yeah, yeah)
Shopping sprees for a week, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah (Free bands)
Above the trees, hard to breathe in (Hard to breathe in)
We spending G's for no reason, yeah (Yeah)
Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah (Leavin')
Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah