Lyrical Breakdown of TORTURED - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "TORTURED" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kid Cudi weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "TORTURED" 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 Kid Cudi 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 Kid Cudi's narrative.
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God, help me (ooh-ooh)
God, help me (ooh-ooh)
Please (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Do you hear me? (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Do you hear me? (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
In the dark (yeah), that's a trippy night, I wish the Devil would fuck off (fuck 'em)
Had a crazy day, I think I might just go get sauced (saucy)
Jaden gave me acid, then said, "I was gettin' lost" (Willis)
My partners tell me, "Strap in, this is happenin', we on" (hot, hot)
I've been on my mission, got my people by my side man (hot, hot, hot)
My demons like to haunt me, keepin' focused, shit, it sucks, man
I don't give two fucks what they say about me, on me (yeah)
I'ma stay so focused, do my dirt up on my lonely (yeah)
Niggas is too phony, can't fuck with me, no goalie
I'ma keep it realer, if I see you, I keep rollin'
And strollin', my people, they don't know that
Every single week, I get the lowest, I'm so baked
Meanwhile, I sleep, dreamin' and all
Demons, they creep on up, bringin' the drugs
They said I pray, smoke, and get drunk (oh-oh-oh)
As I sit and burn, one to the sky (yeah)
And they say, "Careful, boy," I say "Why?" (Why?)
I'ma stay tortured all my life (life)
Feelin' like me, I'll be fightin' 'til I die (yeah)
As I sit and burn, one' to the sky (yeah)
And they say, "Careful, boy," I say "Why?" (Why?)
I'ma stay tortured all my life (life)
Feelin' like me, I'll be fightin' 'til I die (yeah)
What's the cost? (Yeah) tryna find my way inside this bitch, this shit is awful
Counting down the minutes, playin' tennis with my emotions (yeah)
Tryin' different therapists, they're sayin' I got problems
Voices in my head, they tryna show me how to solve them (yeah)
Been thinkin' 'bout my friends and I can't tell them what is wrong
Send 'em all "Okay," then hit the button, I'm keepin' strong
Dealin' with this shit, like ever since I lost my pops, mane
Every day I maintain, I'm twisted in the brain, mane
I'm drownin', I'm crazy and it's timin'
Sittin' in the darkness, scarin' nothin', I'm down bad
These bitches that I'm downin', she love me, but she left me
Master of my madness, so much sadness in the night
Meanwhile, I sleep, dreamin' and all
Demons, they creep on up, bringin' the drugs
They said I pray, smoke, and get drunk (oh-oh-oh)
As I sit and burn, one' to the sky (yeah)
And they say, "Careful, boy," I say "Why?" (Why?)
I'ma stay tortured all my life (life)
Feelin' like me, I'll be fightin' 'til I die (yeah)
As I sit and burn, one' to the sky (yeah)
And they say, "Careful, boy," I say "Why?" (Why?)
I'ma stay tortured all my life (life)
Feelin' like me, I'll be fightin' 'til I die
Yeah, woah-oh
Yeah, woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Feelin' like me, I'll be fightin' 'til I die