Lyrical Breakdown of I Get Lonely - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Get Lonely" 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 "I Get Lonely" 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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Sometimes, sometimes I get lonely I get lonely sometimes I get lonely I get lonely sometimes, sometimes I be goin' crazy I been thinkin' a lot lately I get lonely too, you be lonely too I been going through things Aye, both my wrists is dripping, but my watch is water proof, yeah Trigger finger itching, when I see you I'ma shoot ya I'm thuggin' countin' money in the mean time Time is money and I don't got no free time You can never say I never loved you You can never say I never loved you I'm thuggin' countin' money in the mean time Time is money and I ain't got no free time Different nigga I got seven figures now I ain't gone shoot a nigga how I shoot a nigga down Ain't shootin' in the air, tryna knock off your hair Ain't shootin' in the air, tryna knock off your hair Money gave me power and a ego I'm rich but I be sticking to the G code I know you fuck with me, so do it for me please though If you fuck with me, then do it for me please though Yeah, I'ma project baby, I'm from golden acres Came from Section 8 but now I got a mansion with two acres Aye, I just might get in and win, thinkin' 'bout pullin' them capers I'm thinkin' 'bout hurting my niggas, thinkin' 'bout hurting my neighbors But I don't be tryna be violent, life could be much greater But they wanna see me in prison, wanna see me on them papers I get lonely Muhfucka, I get lonely Ain't nothin' I can do to keep you loyal to me But all I wanna do is keep it real My brothers and my niggas with me still That's why god bless me 'cause I keep it real Got sent back to society now I'm riding with the steel There be too much envy, too much negative energy in the air And my bitch from Memphis like she basketball player I ain't go to class, nigga I was posted on the real I ain't never go to class but that don't mean that I'ma fail She make me feel good, I ain't even know that I could feel Got a nigga attention, I ain't even know that I could care And I don't like to vent 'cause don't nobody even care I don't like to vent 'cause don't nobody wanna to hear me out I get lonely sometimes, sometimes I get lonely