Lyrical Breakdown of Drug Dealer - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Drug Dealer" 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 "Drug Dealer" 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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I wake up, my head hurts
But she got a couple blunts and Percocets in her purse
I can't front, I want first
If she got the good bag, I'ma pay what it's worth
She's my drug dealer girl, yeah
Drug dealer girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
Drug dealer girl, ooh
Drug dealer girl
Whole pound, just touched down, I flew it in myself
I just made this sound mine, I sell it out
My back seats recline, I used to ride the train
Hit her line, my cup filled up with purple rain
My anatomy's made up of alcohol
It's been 70 hours on Adderall
These ain't cavitiеs, it's platinum in my teeth
Stoner and a loner, call her up, she coming over (hey)
I wake up, my head hurts
But she got a couple blunts and Percocets in her purse
I can't front, I want first
If she got the good bag, I'ma pay what it's worth
She's my drug dealer girl, yeah
Drug dealer girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
Drug dealer girl, mmm
Drug dealer girl, uh
I'm so in love with her
My ho, my drug dealer
I sell my soul to her
Without no refunds, nigga
I woke up numb in her
I smoke like guns with her
I don't need lungs, nigga
I'm God to all these nuns, sister
Whole pound, just touched down
Fuck it, let's throw a party
Hard drugs mixed of ass
I'm snortin' coke off it
Took me 7 days to get to know insomnia
My plug is my base, somebody stole my charger
I wake up (yeah), my head hurts
But she got a couple blunts and Percocets in her purse (yeah)
I can't front, I want first
If she got the good bag, I'ma pay what it's worth
She's my drug dealer girl, yeah
Drug dealer girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
Drug dealer girl, mmm
Drug dealer girl
It's hard to function when I'm without you, without you
It's hard to function when I'm (when I'm) without you
(Without you) without you (without you)
It's hard to function (yeah, yeah) when I'm (when I'm)
Without you (without you), drug dealer girl (without you)
It's hard to function (yeah, yeah) when I'm (when I'm)
Without you (without you), drug dealer girl
Oh, one more time