Lyrical Breakdown of Survivor’s Remorse - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Survivor’s Remorse" 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 "Survivor’s Remorse" 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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When I got me (when I got, when I got, when I got me)
When I got me (when I got, when I got, when I got me), yeah, yeah
When I got me (when I got, when I got, when I got me)
When I got me (when I got, when I got, when I got me), yeah
When I go me, oh
Let's talk about everything, so I can give it some closure
Way before the Grammys, Billboard charts, when I was ridin' 'round a local
Let's talk about how we done came up and they tried fold us
Roddy really anti, they took it personal, what the fuck was I supposed to do?
I been goin' through child support
A good daddy, I vouch for it
She just want a new mile for her
Fuck a ride, fell out with some of my homies, havin' too much pride
And they can't even say I ain't tried, oh, I
When I got me (when I got, when I got, when I got me)
When I got me (when I got, when I got, when I got me), yeah, yeah, ooh
Imagine if I had a dollar for every time you say I fell off, I'd be a billionaire
I was blinded by survivor's remorse, I was supposed to build, yeah
Still solid, still here
Still home, I done stepped on base
Pride myself off the progress of bein' off codeine, I promise
It's so hard to shake
Roddy, you wealthy, Roddy, you golden, Roddy, you built for this
Roddy be tired of everybody opinion, behind the closed doors
You could feel this shit
Switch on this Glock and this Maybach extended
F8 the 'Rari, the Lambo', invented it
Bitch, I'm the heart of the trenches
I still talk shit with my dogs in the penitentiary
Pulled up the numbers we earn at the label
Hunnid some nights put food on the table
You ain't heard shit from the clubhouse 'cause the Crips probably violated them
F&N I'll stop the opps in they tracks, yeah, yeah
Dawgy got the double murder, still got action, yeah
When I got me (when I got, when I got, when I got me)
When I got me (when I got, when I got, when I got me), yeah, yeah
When I got me (when I got, when I got, when I got me)
When I got me (when I got, when I got, when I got me), yeah, yeah