Lyrical Breakdown of Buttons - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah, there's no answer and you called twice Nobody be at my house I was at the studio all night Last night I slept on the couch I might, wake up, do it all again There's a world going crazy outside But let's pretend that it's alright We keep pretending that it's alright Yeah, alright Days get mixed up, schedules get switched up Can't be in two places at once So, I take a hit of the spliff that I lit up And forget I had to be anywhere at all Goddamn how the mighty will fall, they wanna see me gone But I'm here in spite of it all, I never play along You can keep the fear and self pity I'd rather tell you who I am really, yeah This is not a wakeup call I am the hotel operator, I don't owe nobody favors I don't know how the fuck I've been around so long Busy as an escalator in a crowded mall (uh-huh) It's like, every year I realize my house too small Get paid, upgrade, two cribs, new maids, more flights, flew planes Live out my suitcase, lose days like loose change I swear my life is on Blu-ray Welcome to doomsday, the world needs a hero And I am your Bruce Wayne, kind of like Luke Cage (Well, well, well, well, well) You keep on running We keep on pushing your buttons Yeah, there's no answer and you called twice Nobody be at my house I was at the studio all night Last night I slept on the couch I might, wake up, do it all again There's a world gone crazy outside But let's pretend that it's alright We keep pretending that it's alright I run around with open scissors, they taking pictures I could lose my head, they grow instead, gets only bigger I put one foot in front of the other, I never settle Waste your time with water and wine, I'm turning liquid to metals Still the same dude that used to never be sure When I was way more insecure, and I'd feel better before No umbrellas never could weather the storm No sympathy for the devil, too busy building a temple I am looking beyond, leaving them looking Hottest to grill, I'm putting them on when I be cooking Shit, I keep on running if I have to Medusa never turned me to a statue, no I keep it moving, but keep it low You can do your thing, shit, to each their own (yep, yep, yep) But you better do something We keep on pushing your buttons Yeah, there's no answer and you called twice Nobody be at my house I was at the studio all night Last night I slept on the couch I might, wake up, do it all again There's a world gone crazy outside But let's pretend that it's alright We keep pretending that it's alright