Lyrical Breakdown of Troubled Kids - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Troubled Kids" 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 "Troubled Kids" 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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Spend it all, make it all back, make it all
Find out where her hotel at so she can take it off
Watch her as she takes it off
Louis Vuitton don bras, the PrimaDonna drawers
It's gettin' hot in here, won't you take off your clothes?
I feel like bustin' loose, but I'm not Nelly, ho, yeah
Throw a party on that ass, throw confetti on it
By "confetti", I mean different color money
I keep more than hunnids comin'
Oh yeah, I got pounds, I got bills, I got kronors
I got pesos, I got euros, I got kronors
I got green, I got blue, she got red nose
She got red from doin' all the white, oh (Let’s go)
Percocet and the car in steer (Oh)
My vision blurry as hell (Uh-huh)
But no, I am not scared (Oh)
You know I do not care (Oh)
Cops, they on my trail (Uh-huh)
Put the Coke in your derrière
And you better not tattletale (Uh-huh)
In the midnight air, we lit (Uh)
We a bunch of troubled kids (Uh-huh)
Screamin' "Fuck the scholarships" (Uh-huh)
We won't acknowledge it (Uh-uh)
We need acknowledgment (Uh-huh)
Motherfucker better pay they respects (Uh-huh)
I'm playin' on a cello, smokin' cigarillos and Rambo totin' my TEC (Uh-huh)
I done made it out the ghetto, stay out the ghetto forever (Yeah), I'm done with that (Uh-huh)
If I go broke, I'ma rob these Hollywood folks (Yeah), I ain't comin' back (Uh-uh)
Baby, where you at? (Uh-huh)
Let me get back on track (Let's go)
Send me yo' 'telly address (Uh-huh)
And I'ma come break yo' back (Let's go)
(Yeah, yeah)
Spend it all, make it all back (Spend it all, make it all)
Find out where her hotel at so she can take it off
Watch her as she takes it off (Takes it off)
Louis Vuitton don bras, the PrimaDonna drawers (Yeah)
It's gettin' hot in here (It is), won't you take off your clothes? (Come on)
I feel like bustin' loose (I do), but I'm not Nelly, ho (Uh-uh), yeah
Throw a party on that ass, throw confetti on it (Throw confetti)
By "confetti", I mean different color money
I keep more than hunnids comin'
Oh yeah, I got pounds, I got bills, I got kronors
I got pesos, I got euros, I got kronors
I got green, I got blue, she got red nose
She got red from doin' all the white, oh