Lyrical Breakdown of Stoned - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Stoned" 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 "Stoned" 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, yeah Breaks down the pain Yeah She breaks down the pain, she rolls up the weed She far from a saint, she's all that I need She lost in her thoughts, so hardly she speaks Her mind's always dirty and her soul's never free (whoa, whoa, whoa) She never been a groupie (no way) She just in love with the music She watch depressin' movies (always) Somethin' from the '30s or the '40s About a dependent housewife (whoa, whoa, whoa) She makes up her bed like she makes up her stories Awake through the night, then she high from the morning I wish she could feel me, she never felt nothin' Knock on her door, she let me come in (whoa, whoa, whoa) I wish she would learn to laugh Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door Baby, let's get stoned Put on a record, can I play you one more song? We can get stoned I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home Let's go home (yeah) And the water, it's shallow like the lies that she tells Can't run from your shadow, can't hide from yourself She hates that she cries when she's all by herself And she's always all by herself (whoa, whoa) She hardly talks in conversation (no way) But, but when she do All her words get lost in translation (always) No, she can't move (whoa, whoa, whoa) 'Cause she paralyzed from fear that she fantasize The doctor tried to analyze They cannot find anything that's wrong with her Her parents never got along with her I had to make this song for her (whoa, whoa, whoa) I wish she would learn to laugh Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door Baby, let's get stoned Put on a record, can I play you one more song? We can get stoned I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home Let's go home (ooh) Baby, let's get stoned Put on a record, can I play you one more song? We can get stoned I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home Let's go home (ooh) I wish she would learn to laugh Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door Baby, let's get stoned Put on a record, can I play you one more song? (Ooh) We can get stoned I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home Let's go home (ooh)