Lyrical Breakdown of Stop Breathing - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Ayy Look out the window, what do I see? A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season Card me please, Forgis make 'em stop breathin' Mustard just sent the new Ferrari, I just might cop me one They can't be rich, they just tryna make a carbon copy of 'em Countin' up this new money, every single day I'm home I ain't worried 'bout what they be on You do what you can, I live a lifestyle on the daily, homes Bracelets on my right wrist, I got 80 on, my fragrance strong My bitch on top, we're tapin', she don't ride it with no lace on The lean poured, the Ace gone, the double R, the gray stone The inside blueberry and the outside is Akon Look out the window, what do I see? A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season Card me please, Forgis make 'em stop breathin' It's hard to stomach that I'm out running laps and I ain't comin' back Maybach jumpin' like a jumpin' jack off the mumble rap Where Roddy at? I be chasin' chicken, had to cut the fat Only wear it one time, did a show, forgot to cut the tags Another day, another seal, another deal, another bag Was nineteen, chartin' up the jets, I'm in another class Niggas couldn't even tell, I was out gettin' cash Graduated from the streets, I ain't gotta bring up my past Look out the window, what do I see? A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season Card me please, Forgis make 'em stop breathin' Look out the window, what do I see? A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season Card me please, Forgis make 'em stop breathin'