Lyrical Breakdown of Days and Days - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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You leave your home for days and days Yeah Money ain't shit, bitches ain't neither You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers Pussy on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers Niggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalapeno I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket Money talks, nigga, I'm caught up in that gossip You know all my bitches badder, and all my swishas fatter I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble And yo main girl is a ho, I go Wayne's World in her throat She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in her throat I go tape worm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho Nigga we take turns in that ho, these niggas so green they glow I am the best thing since wet pussy, on my private jet with my chef cookin' So big headed my neck crooked, my niggas foul when the ref's lookin' My big bro is Mack Maine, so much weed I got grass stains Deez nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy Canes Lil Tunechi Yeah, 2 Chainz I might book me for a show Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough That's hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures I like math, all I did was add bitches Swagga galore, got your girl on all fours It's not doggy style, I call it froggystyle You dog her out, I tell her, hop in 2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN And, if that pussy good I wanna see her again Yeah, I'm from College Park and I got ya broad with me Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it Everything authentic, plus I named my pistols Last name Fuck, first name I Don't Give A Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver So when I start dippin' you know the procedure You leave your home for days and days All my niggas gangstas, all my bitches freaks I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickle pink I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat And if that pussy sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious I'm so fuckin' hot I sssssss I'ma need some more S's Man I'm on some other shit, I want another bitch That want another bitch, and I don't cuddle bitch I hit her with that shovel dick, I got in that pussy and dug a ditch Some people gotta punch the clock, man I rather punch a brick 'Cause I'm that nigga, and I'm so cold I just shivered These niggas think they hard, these niggas just nipples I pop a nigga like a 'sicle, drop a nigga like a missile Mo' money mo' issues, I size you up then fit you Tunechi You leave your home for days and days