Lyrical Breakdown of i need meds - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "i need meds" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Yachty weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "i need meds" 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 Yachty 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 Yachty's narrative.
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Uh, phew (What?)
Uh, phew
I ain't nothin' like them niggas over there (Nah)
It's a hundred and sixty grand in my ear (Yeah)
I throw dead old white niggas in the air (Yeah)
Check with God, he'll let you know I don't care (Yeah, yeah)
Check ya shawty, she wanna play in the mud
I ain't sorry that shit is what it was (Yeah, ski, ski)
Calamari, she stuffin', this hoe a thug
I'm too rich to be layin' up with a bug (What?)
You too bitch to be rappin' the way you do
It's a switch on the frr, it go whoodeehoo
It's a stick in my britches, nobody move
Every show it's a lick, I can't wait to do it (Huh)
I be sprayin' yo heart, this ain't mario
If we catch you, we testin' yo cardio
In my blood I got codeine particles
She can't read me, still took off her articles
Of her clothing, she rub me with lotion
I don't PT to no bitch, that's that hoe shit
I don't explain shit to hoe's I don't go with
My Sprite reddin' like Otis, you know this (What else?)
I do molly, yo hoe get the boldest (What else?)
That's on dada, she pull me the closest (What else?)
I'm sick
Y'all done burnt it, I'm donatin' Rick (Hey)
I can't wear it no more that shit dead (Okay)
I like fresh acrylics in my head (Okay)
Ain't no outside clothes in my bed (Okay)
Can't no hoe ever play with my head (Okay)
Check my footprints, I'm ten steps ahead (Okay)
I need meds, I need meds, I need meds (Okay)
They busters
Fill her up, turn that bitch to a custard (Okay)
Yellow diamonds, she yellin' out "Mustard" (Okay)
All whip white look like a Usher (Okay)
New Ferrari DL just like- (Okay)
I got flavors, she lick me like sucker (Okay)
Living room, Dave and Busters, I'm up there (Okay)
She go gusher for me, I'ma bust her (Okay)
I got five white whips, like the pope (Yes)
I am not tryin' to be your GOAT (Yes)
I go jet off the island coast (Yes)
I go 16 carats smilin' (Yes)
They get pressed, they get pressed, they remotes (Ski)
I confess, I got X, I got coke (Ski, ski, yes)
I'm on codeine, this shit just like dope (Ski, yes)
I will not circle back on no hoe (Oh yes)
If she leave, it's good riddance fasho (Concrete)