Lyrical Breakdown of Therapy (feat. Kanye West) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Therapy (feat. Kanye West)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kanye West weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Therapy (feat. Kanye West)" 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 Kanye West 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 Kanye West's narrative.
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Ahhhhhh! Take a sip of this
Ayyy, let's go {*beatboxing and skatting*}
I want you to feel this beat baby
I'm not tired, let's go! {*beatboxing and skatting*}
Listen (whassup?) This ain't the way I wanted it to end
But I gotta go - gotta get missing!
You ain't gotta kick me out, I'll get out my own house
But you still need to get yo' shit together girl
What do I do, what do I say?
Gotta get us back to the way that we used to be back in the day
Who do I call to talk to?
Shorty you ain't gotta be scared of me, all we need is therapy
Like 1-2-3-4, get the hell up out my door
5-6-7-8, I don't need your sex I'll masturbate
9-10-11-12, you can go to hell all I care
Yeahhhh
Can't do it shorty, can't deal with you babe
Can't handle the pressure of you - yeah yeah
Can't do it shorty, can't deal with you babe
Can't handle the pressure of you - yeah yeah
Listen (whassup?) I know you ain't used to us being friends
But I gotta go - no more kissing!
You ain't gotta go away, but I know I can not stay
Cause you still gonna get yo' shit together girl
Ohhhhh, ohhhh; ohhh you too much pressure doll
You gon' raise my cholesterol
I gotta lower the phone decibels
Just to talk, just a thought
I'mma get a girl with a ass just as soft
You swear men dogs like reservoir and I was Mr. Pink
Remember those nights on the kitchen sink
I was choking you in a good way, good way
Now we in the streets and I'm chokin you in a hood way
When the cops come what I could say?
You know how all that gossip is
Next morning Bossip, Perez
Any girl I take out, Mediatakeout, I need a break now
Before I break now (ah ah ah ah)
Show me your Janet Jacksons if you nasty
You said you want to cut my nuts off like Jesse Jackson, classy
Ohhh, why she say that, OUCH!
Bitch, give me back my couch
On that same couch casting
Now listen to T-Pain and sing
BETTER GET OUT MY FACE BITCH!