Lyrical Breakdown of Doin Too Much - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Doin Too Much" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Durk weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Doin Too Much" 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 Durk 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 Durk's narrative.
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Leo, flip the beat, y'all
I can't deny what I did with the bitch (yeah)
Maison Margielas, I got it from Kith (let's get it)
Different type niggas, they say that I'm different (different)
Fresh out a shootout, they hop in a Lyft (yeah)
Police came back when I wasn't in the crib
Ain't no denying, I know what I did (let's get it)
She can't deny what she did for the wig (she can't deny it)
Call for a bitch just to swallow my kids (yeah)
I done did dirt in the streets, I regret it
You ain't got money, can't play with your credit
I am an addict, I do not regret it (I am an addict)
I gave him a gun, and he shoot it like Redick
Bad bitch, yeah, I got a fetish
A hundred and five thou' just for the Patek
Never tell niggas I love I ain't got it
Never tell niggas I love I ain't got it (yeah)
Off of them drugs, you boot up (boot up, boot up)
You run in the club, you shoot up (shoot up, shoot up)
I come from the mud, I'm too up (too up, too up)
They didn't show me love, I grew up (grew up, grew up)
I'm mixing these drugs, it's too much (too much, too much)
Look at me now, I grew up (grew up, grew up)
Look at me now, I grew up (grew up, grew up)
Look at me now, I'm too much (yeah, yeah)
Sports car, how is you cruisin'? (let's get it)
I give you my love, you abuse it (let's get it)
Your nigga ain't shit, he a goofy (he a doofus)
Give him a check, he'll shoot him, ruthless
Look at this car, this bitch be zoomin', zoom
Chk-chk, Metro Boomin, boom (boom)
Why say shit that you won't do, do? (let's get it)
I can't imagine going back broke (hold on)
You'll stay rich when you claim you poor (poor)
You broke my heart, but you claim you know (know)
It is what it is, you know what you know (yeah)
I am the realest, for real, for sure (for sure)
If bro'nem gon' turn up with 'bows, let's go (let's go)
We can just never fall out 'bout a ho (no)
That shit is lame, it hurt me the most (yeah)
Off of them drugs, you boot up (boot up, boot up)
You run in the club, you shoot up (shoot up, shoot up)
I come from the mud, I'm too up (too up, too up)
They didn't show me love, I grew up (grew up, grew up)
I'm mixing these drugs, it's too much (too much, too much)
Look at me now, I grew up (grew up, grew up)
Look at me now, I grew up (grew up, grew up)
Look at me now, I'm too much (yeah)