Lyrical Breakdown of I’m Not Real (feat. Earl Sweatshirt) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I’m Not Real (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Mac Miller feat. Earl Sweatshirt weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I’m Not Real (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)" 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 Mac Miller feat. Earl Sweatshirt 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 Mac Miller feat. Earl Sweatshirt's narrative.

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Passport, filling it up with stamps Set a camp up on my land, swam the rivers of Japan She keep on asking for a rack so I ran Looking back, like you can't see who I am Think my bitch don't know me no more 'Cause every time she's sad, I can't console her no more If money buy you love, then love's not enough So tell my why you on your knees crying to the floor If you had the chance Would you take the time you need to make it right? The clouds are gray But would you pay the price to paint 'em white? Might have a baby on the way, 'cause I been going in raw It feels better, that real pleasure I'm not real, I think I never was I get a rush every time she let me get a touch I need to feel that (love), I need to feel that (pain) My garden hasn't been growing, so can you bring that (rain) I keep my head up (high), a little fed up (lies) They always tell me where my mind is on this LP I don't (exist), hiero (glyphics) Pyro (technics), meta (physics) Telekinetics put 50K on my credit card (card) Look for the answers, I'm searching but I ain't getting far Let's get it on, I'm royal like Tenenbaums in Lebanon Decepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone Point me to the road, and I'ma run it Bloodhound with my nose to the money Ain't fucking with these hoes (never that) Getting duckets 'til I die, while my foes busy running Fuck it, marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public Head in the clouds and my toes in the struggle Like who didn't test yet? Test this There's a few new rules in effect, bitch (go) See this a rather spooky action movie, roll it up and pass it to me Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bourgie (See a creature) at its beauty, (need a feature) rather shoot me Truly, bitches must have them bad jeans and back is Coogi Had to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the trap is booming Past the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming Back to doing (cash pursuing), posted up like (Patrick Ewing) Rapper feuds are sad if you would battle for a stack or two These eloquent irrelevant sentences show my penmanship Indefinite boundaries show you the end of it Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly He and I are not the same Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain Money in machines, those will make you change If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain, but I can't complain Point me to the road, and I'ma run it Bloodhound with my nose to the money Ain't fucking with these hoes (never that) Getting duckets 'til I die, while my foes busy running Fuck it, marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public Head in the clouds and my toes in the struggle Like who didn't test yet? Test this There's a few new rules in effect, bitch (listen up, go)