Lyrical Breakdown of Fuck You Too - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fuck You Too" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fuck You Too" 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 Kodak Black 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 Kodak Black's narrative.

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Uh, Kodak, let's do It Uh, yeah, for sure Get right Um, yeah, um, yeah, for sure Yeah, let's do it [Chorus] I'm at peace with myself, I don't need nobody to make me happy Stay away from things don't value me Where were you when I couldn't stay out that county jail for nothin' and everybody used to laugh at me? From home boys to the broads, everybody left me scarred Goin' 'round lookin' for anybody who can fix my broken heart Wakin' up when it's dark Late walks at the park Goin' 'round lookin' for anybody who can fix my broken heart [Verse 1] I was in the street, like, who want it? Hit the bank like blue hundreds Niggas tryna play me, bitches tryna play me, tighten up, who dummy? I ain't playing 'bout me, I'm protectin' my peace Not even police can take it from me Tell them niggas to slide, I be here ready to die where a new me is waitin' for me I was fifteen I know that I pull up stolo gold Jag' I was in Lauderdale, fuck niggas tried me, when I drawed, I shot the whole scab That's a magnum, Tre fifty-seven I went Camry to the McLaren Yeah, I'm twenty-six, thirteen, six, but Syko, that's my Five, that millionaire Ain't no play with him, nah not that one I want red rum, spell that backwards Before you make it the ho come after Stay in these haters' mouth like enamel Real stepper, I keep in my step, y'all already know how I fly, I'm a vulture, I'm a bird All snakes gettin' ate, all 'em gotta die, on my mama That's my word (On my Z) See Kodak Black Live Get tickets as low as $97 You might also like The Twelve Days of Christmas Christmas Songs Turn the Lights Back On Billy Joel Big Foot (A Cappella) Nicki Minaj [Chorus] I'm at peace with myself, I don't need nobody to make me happy Stay away from things don't value me Where were you when I couldn't stay out that county jail for nothin' and everybody used to laugh at me? From home boys to the broads, everybody left me scarred Goin' 'round lookin' for anybody who can fix my broken heart Wakin' up when it's dark Late walks at the park Goin' 'round lookin' for anybody who can fix my broken heart [Verse 2] Feel at peace with myself at the moment Worry 'bout me, then my family and money Back then I used to just wanna be wanted Now, I don't give a fuck on my lonely, I'm thuggin' I done seen a few killers turn snitches I had some of my hitters turn bitches I've been chillin' and keepin' my distance If it ain't 'bout the skrilla, don't serve me no interest You can leave and get whacked, I ain't trippin' Chase the sack, ain't runnin' after no bitches Codeine sippin' and ain't no more Actavis, but I'm activated Been in shootouts, got shot close distance I can't die, I ain't done with my mission Promethazine kickin' my ass I'm overturnt, I get past faded For everybody cross me, I'ma make sure, 'fore I go, I be compensatin' Now, I only allow myself where I am appreciated, not tolerated Big stepper, real stepper Keep pep in my step, y'all already know how I fly, I'm a vulture, I'm a bird All snakes gettin' ate All of 'em gotta die on my mama, that's my word (My Z, nigga) I'm at peace with myself, I don't need nobody to make me happy Stay away from things don't value me Where were you when I couldn't stay out that county jail for nothin' and everybody used to laugh at me? From home boys to the broads, everybody left me scarred Goin' 'round lookin' for anybody who can fix my broken heart Wakin' up when it's dark Late walks at the park Goin' 'round lookin' for anybody who can fix my broken heart