Lyrical Breakdown of living single - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "living single" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how JPEGMAFIA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "living single" 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 JPEGMAFIA 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 JPEGMAFIA's narrative.
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(You think you know me)
You'll always be a part of me
I'm part of you indefinitely
Ooh, you're never gonna shake me
Ooh, darling, 'cause you'll always be my baby
And we'll linger on
Time can't erase a feelin' this strong
Ooh, boy, you're never gonna shake me
Ooh, darlin', 'cause you'll always be my
Ooh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah
(Pass me that shit)
.44 on me like Hacksaw Jim Duggan
Dressed like a housewife, I'm a bad husband
Keep the fears tucked in (ah)
Champagne for the pain and sufferin'
Fans same color as voice of Tim Duncan (wassup)
All these niggas screamin', "Gang," scared to get jumpin'
Nigga them pistols on yo 'Gram s'posed to be tucked in
Chill, watch and observe, Peggy don't say nothin' (yeah)
Let 'em stay frontin'
Swish, only floaters, wiser, older (bah)
Sendin' signals to the weirdos, I'm a young smolder
Keep it calm 'cause the skully fit right over my shoulder
I love her, but I can't even hold her (word)
Tell my baby, "Lie to me," I'm her ayatollah
I'm a hoe, put my whole head in the chocha (facts)
Little bank that the big bank never noticed
Check my BMI, lil' bitch, I am the sole owner (uh-huh)
I need royalties, not loyalties, to fill my quota (gimme that)
They avoiding me, I'm poised to be a rap shogun
Tweet about me all day, you can't be focused
Baby, focus on yourself, 'cause I don't notice
Dark skinned and givin' out work, I feel like Kelly Rowland
I don't need no therapy, beats give me consolin'
I'm gaggin', they still think they know me
It's nasty