Lyrical Breakdown of Went Hollywood For A Year - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Went Hollywood For A Year" 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 "Went Hollywood For A Year" 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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We don't move like street niggas, we been movin' like a mob
I know street niggas want money, but pride too big to get a job (oh)
He say before he KFC somebody kitchen, he'd rather rob
I don't ask when somethin' go wrong, that's just my relationship with God
Protect me from my friends 'cause some'll take that shit for granted
Some'll take your shit and run like y'all wasn't together when you planned it
I refuse to say I'm sorry, that's how I was raised, I'm actually damaged
I don't speak to DayDay daily, me, him and Tayski always managed
I went Hollywood for a year or two, I'm sorry, but I panicked
Tell your mama I send my love and we forever gon' be a family
Big brother died at the club (oh, woah), I don't like to party or be around it (woah, woah, woah)
I made a song called "Backdoor," but I'm too real to even allow it
You at the bar with niggas who told to get that attention and you allowed it
Why real niggas gotta suffer and gang leaders under that mountain?
Dead or alive, I never told, I'll give a million to who find it
Dead or alive, I'll give a million to who-
I got too much love for Inky D to put a K after 600
Tell Manny call my phone for his books, I got some money
You got thirty dollars, then send it, who said it gotta be a hunnid?
They remember what you did, but hold a grudge if it ain't nothin'
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip, sippin' on some sip
Main circle killers, yep, money, guns and whips
Your homie killer alive, you dissin' me, nigga, it been a year
Fifteen million in jewelry, though, like a jewelry store, Smurk chandelier
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