Lyrical Breakdown of Emotionally Scarred - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Baby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Emotionally Scarred" 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 Lil Baby 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 Lil Baby's narrative.

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A love letter came through the mail, it said, "I miss you" I ripped it up and flushed with the tissue, try to forget you I ain't got nothing against you, we human, we all got issues But I'm tired of being tired of being tired That part of me done died I see it, then I don't, act like I'm blind I'm confident it won't be one of mine I know emotions come with lies, so I tell the truth all the time Ain't got no sympathy for no bitch I admit that I'm rich and I'm lit Jumpin' up on stages, I get two hundred occasion Bro had really fucked the game up, we made niggas shut they trap down They see how I made it, I'm the reason they won't rap now See me out in traffic, make a hater pull his hat down The biggest OG's salute me, a stylist can't even style me The robbers probably wanna get me, I'm hoppin' out Lamborghinis The youngins turn in my city, they try me, I get it cracking Some of this still would happen if I never had started rapping My people them still steady trapping and they still be getting active I tell 'em to chill, I'm tryna run up these M's Paid cash and then he post the crib (nah) I can't show nobody where my mama live, that's how I 'posed to feel My niece just asked me were my diamonds real, I said, "Of course" I just played the hand that I was dealt, didn't have to force All around the world they know it's me, they hear my voice And I done it all in a pair of Diors, yeah Young age, learned how to get paid (we gon' get the money) Big stage, long way from Section 8 (ballin' other countries) Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (big old wave) Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt All this revenue coming in, I'll probably never spend I just bought my BM a Benz, now that's another Benz I just cut off all of my friends and brought my brothers in I don't see nobody but me, who I'm gon' lose to? I can't move around without tools, these niggas loose screws I can see me taking the lead over the new school They remember me from selling weed at my old school Only hit it once and now it's old news Blew up, who the fuck would knew? Paint my Trackhawk Nipsey Blue If I get one, you get one too, I really move how bosses move I never call myself a G.O.A.T., I leave that love to the people Everybody can't go to the top, I had to leave some people I'ma be forever scheming, woke up, I thought I was dreaming Watched my lil' boy play with toys, I just dropped a tear of joy Some shit that I feel for I been going crazy with that scoring, call me baby Harden They say I'll be great, I guess I'm waiting for it Young age, learned how to get paid (we gon' get the money) Big stage, long way from Section 8 (ballin' other countries) Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (big old wave) Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt Young age, learned how to get paid (we gon' get the money) Big stage, long way from Section 8 (ballin' other countries) Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (big old wave) Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt