Lyrical Breakdown of Mood - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mood" 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 "Mood" 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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Yeah, the type of mood I'm in, I'm on some fly shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
I feel like pourin' up a pint, I'ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea
I might pour a pint, that's the mood I'm in
I might fuck yo' bitch, that's the mood I'm in
Might post up in the trap, that's the mood I'm in
OD off the percs, that's the mood I'm in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea
Perky in my system I'mma vomit
Trap goin' crazy and they know I'm the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Six of Hi tech in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J's up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain't want give his J's up
I've been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I'm Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it's a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon' sue me baby
(Let's get it!)
I might pour a pint, that's the mood I'm in
I might fuck yo' bitch, that's the mood I'm in
Might post up in the trap, that's the mood I'm in
OD off the percs, that's the mood I'm in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea
Walk around with yo' car on my neck
Nigga playin' we gon' get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin' home but he can't get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin' standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I'm traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon' terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don't never, we don't never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide
I might pour a pint, that's the mood I'm in
I might fuck yo' bitch, that's the mood I'm in
Might post up in the trap, that's the mood I'm in
OD off the percs, that's the mood I'm in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea