Lyrical Breakdown of PR0BLEM CHILD (feat. Travis Scott) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "PR0BLEM CHILD (feat. Travis Scott)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Playboi Carti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "PR0BLEM CHILD (feat. Travis Scott)" 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 Playboi Carti employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Don't put your problems on me
I got my own shit to deal with
(Ambezza)
Uh, mmh
Uh, Double O, Cactus
Uh, I go crazy every time, Double O, Cac'
Fuck a white bitch, the basic kind, Double O, Cac'
She throw that TEC, she blowin' minds, hol' up
Uh, no seatbelts (Ooh), just hittin' lines, hol' up (Fuck it, no)
I keep her goin’ for some miles (Woah), hol' up
Bitch, I'm a problem child (Du-du-du)
Homixide, we goin' wild (She gon' suck it), hol' up
Better keep that whole lot (Ooh)
Uh, Cayenne truck the whole lot, Cayenne (Ha)
Uh, hit this, then I rolled up (Fuck it)
Can't get no love, I'm heartless (Yeah)
I'm still gon' fuck her regardless (Ayy, shh)
Up top, they made me a target (Target)
Had a price, the price and a bargain (Target)
And the living room big like department (Yeah)
In the basement, it's bigger than Carnage (Ayy)
In the gardens, so big, I go farm it (Ooh, ayy)
It remind me, this shit never garnish (Let's go)
I like her lips sealed like my Actavis (Act)
She gon' pop that shit for real, ain't no practicin' (Pew-pew)
I flew that woe right out of London, but she African (Thick)
If I turn up, it's on purpose, not no accident (It's lit)
If it's not about a dollar, fuck a convo
Just popped a Adderall, I got that pronto (Ooh)
Just popped the perky too (Fuck it), yeah, like the Devil does (No)
I shoot to shoot, get you a combo (Du-du-du)
That bitch my favorite, she gon' suck me in the top zone (Suck it)
I displaced my AP, now I'm wonderin', "Where my time go?"
I spare my opp (Woo), burn 'em like fronto
Strip club, I make it rain, like fuck a poncho (Strippy)