Lyrical Breakdown of Splurge - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Splurge" 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 "Splurge" 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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You see the magazines and
Me on your TV screens and
You think you know me but you really dont (You dont even know)
But I, I'm feelin good about myself, so I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me but it really dont (It really really dont)
But I, I'm feelin good about myself, so I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come, for me to have some fun
I'm bout to peel back the top go on and let in the sun
What the fuck I done done, my mamma's only son
I went from slangin and bangin to yellin number one
I love my fans to death, until my last breath
Thats why when I perform I give until there's nothing left
No competition, my opposition gonna feel the pain
More complications, relationships ain't gonna be the same
Do they want the fame, and all that it can bring
If they attracted to Nelly then who like Cornell Haynes
I'm poppin collars from California to D.C
I'm in the VIP, Louis bottles and Hennessey
I'm putting mileage on 20 inches and 23's
I'm flippin out my keys, I'm flippin down the screens
I'm bout to spread my wings, tryin to fulfill my dreams
With anything that I want, if I dont I got the means
You think you know me but you really dont know
Peep I could walk through the club like everything be fo sho
And I'll get, one lil' girl, two lil' girls tryin yo get me to dance
I'll get, three lil' girls, four lil' girls pullin at my pants, damn
It feels good when errthing is okay
And its a beautiful site when errthing goes your way
And I could park in the mountains and i'll still get valet
Hop out in a Vokal valour and my suede Bally's
I'm feeling good its only right I deserve
To spread the love through all my peeps, its only right that I splurge
And any nigga trippin now I leave him right by the curb
And I dont go to sleep mama so good night and good word
I'm on a mission and its sort a like a mystery
And I ain't stopping til' I go down in history
Now who ever said you knows, you dealing with a pimp fo sho
The N-E double L-Y follow now, now here we go
You read the magazines, and heard I made a scene
Believe it or not, I swear I'm just a human being
I'm doing human things, cuz only humans change
They label me a role model cuz I appeal to teens
It really ain't that strange, now that I think about it
I came up in the game, changed everything about it
I'm feelin better then ever without that Lotto shit
I wake up early hit Cuda, like lets go by some shit
You dress the hottest fits, driven the hottest whips
We've got the baddest chicks, we with the whitest kicks
Donating money to family's caught in Bin Laden's shit
They screaming war, I'm like fuck it, go buy a battleship
And bring it up that Mississipi, if you really wanna come than get me
Tell them niggas that a, don't tempt me
Cuz I'll squeeze them shits til' empty
Throw shouts at nigga like frisbee
Who the juice? How the hell you gonna pimp me?
You niggas must be kidding me, make an innocent nigga plead guilty