Lyrical Breakdown of Fuck It Then - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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(Where have you been?) Damn Damn, girl, why didn't you tell me the elevator was broke? (What took you so long?) I had to climb 'bout three, four flights of steps, what's up? (All I asked was to get the Nellyville CD) ayy, uh Damn, yeah, I got it, I got it, I got it (How hard was that?) What? Why you actin' mad? I'm the one running around looking for the album (Because I've been in this apartment for a long time) What you talkin' 'bout it took so long? (Waitin' on your ass) I ain't been gone but, shoot, what? (I done watched Jenny Jones) One, two, three hours? (Montel, Judge Judy) I wasn't even gone for that long (What? You had to go to St. Louis to get the motherfuckin' CD?) Look, baby, look, I got it, just calm down, alright, calm down (What was so hard about that?) Look, just drink some champagne (I don't want no damn champagne, where's is the Nellyville?) Maybe later on, I hit that ass (whatever) Everybody just chill out, you know what I mean? (Where's the CD?) Yeah, I got the Nelly for you, yeah, I got it I'ma put this on, yeah You know, I hope you don't mind the clean version (The clean version?) what? (What?) Nah, this is all they had (Nigga, what you think, this is rated PG?) Look baby, look, I can cuss, I can cuss for everybody (you think we at the Prom?) Don't you worry about the cussin' (the fuck is wrong with you?) There's gonna be plenty of bad words sayin' up in- (Whatever, you know what? Get me out of this small ass) Where you think you're goin'? (Hot ass apartment, anyways) You just gon'- Oh, so you just gon' leave me like that? (where's my shit?) After I been- (give me my coat, I'm ready to go) So you-? Okay So you just gonna NSync a bro? You just gone (bye) You're And the truth remains, you're- Hey, that' alright 'Cause I hope your ass slip and fall down them stairs You and your Gucci shoes (Ah)