Lyrical Breakdown of Drugs To Hit Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Drugs To Hit Me" 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 "Drugs To Hit Me" 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.
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Waiting for the drugs to hit me (Oh) Waiting for the drugs to hit me Went to L.A. for 2 weeks I know my momma miss me I'm so fucking paranoid I came back with a semi Tote the Glock in my designer gon' get pretty ricky Shoot a nigga in his face I never show no pity When she stab me in my heart she never show no pity Codeine in my cup I carry it to every city She told me that she wanna go to hell with me, go to hell with me You know that I show no pity So I fuck her and I tell her that she comin' with me Sippin' liquor till my liver spinnin' round my kidney My ex bitch say that's karma comin' to fuckin' get me Bitch come fuckin' get me All I know is get high, just to get by I got mob ties, bitch I got gang ties And your blood get baptized, and your blood get baptized I heard you were talking shit well this'll be the last time We be throwin' xanny fits until we go to nap time I was never up in school, I always hated class time I feel like Kobe Bryant how i'm jumpin' from the baseline Call me from my trap phone, bitch I hate FaceTime Waiting for the drugs to hit me Went to L.A. for 2 weeks I know my momma miss me I'm so fucking paranoid I came back with a semi Tote the Glock in my designer gon' get pretty ricky Shoot a nigga in his face I never show no pity When she stab me in my heart she never show no pity Codeine in my cup I carry it to every city She told me that she wanna go to hell with me, go to hell with me