Lyrical Breakdown of 10 Feet - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "10 Feet" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Juice Wrld weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "10 Feet" 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 Juice Wrld 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 Juice Wrld's narrative.
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You make feel, yeah
Uh, I don't wanna try, but
So primal, and (woah)
That's what I am (woah)
I'm just a man, yeah, yeah
You make feel, yeah
So primal, and (woah)
That's what I am (woah)
I'm just a man, yeah, yeah
Uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magic
Can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I'm bad at it
The Mad Hatter, the Perc' packer
The mom thrasher
The Perc' mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor
A straight tweak, so high, I can't speak
Been three weeks, I still haven't met my peak
(You make me feel)
Like I could be someone other than myself
Like I could find a little Heaven up in my Hell
Yeah, I know it never ever end well
Yeah, I know I always fall victim to a rich spell
Uh, like abracadabra
The flow so raw, forgot to grab Magnums
Been raw-doggin' bitches ever since I went platinum
I feel like Hell full of bad bitches
Wonder if it's room in Heaven for savages
My life's a canvas, I'm paintin' in blood like a cannibal
Rip off his head and I salvage it, huh
A little too graphic
At least you niggas know that I still got the passion
Of someone who don't got shit but the clothes on they back
And it's been that way since way back since
(You make me feel)
Like I'm a killer or somethin'
These niggas lip-syncin' like Milli Vanilli or somethin'
I'm like Lil' Wayne I got a milli-milli-milli or somethin'
I guess, I'm rich in broke pockets
Bountiful, my soul's empty, so deep, ten feet
(You make me feel)
Times ten feet
(So primal, and, woah)
Fuck love, it's gon' take more to convince me
That you with me (that's what I am)
And not against me
Where I'm from we loaded up
Pop out and turn niggas into mince meat
Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
Not one stack or two
Look at all the cash I blew
Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
Not one stack or two
Look at all the cash I blew
Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
Not one stack or two
Look at all the cash I blew
Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
Not one stack or two
Look at all the cash I blew
Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too
Booties just don't shake like Priscilla's do
Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
Not one stack or two
Look at all the cash I blew
Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
Not one stack or two
Look at all the cash I blew
Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too
Booties just don't shake like Priscilla's do
Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too
Booties just don't shake like Priscilla's do