Lyrical Breakdown of Drugs - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Prescription drugs, show me love Percocets, Adderall Xanny bars, get codeine involved Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought What's wrong with me? Now depression creep I'm stressing deep, even in my sleep My mommy call, I hit ignore My daughter calls, I press ignore My chin press on my chest, my knees press the floor I'm blanking out, woke up on the couch Dinner on my shirt, my stomach hurts I had a ball sellin' 80s but yo, the karma's worse I cry when nothing's wrong, I'm mad when peace is involved My senses harmed, sluggish ruggish A couple Xannies popped, open my pill box (Prescription drugs) What's wrong, daddy?! Wake up! Wake up! Prescription drugs, I fell in love My little secret, she gon' kill a thug My body numb, she like to give me hugs I love her touch, I get a rush When she don't come around, I start to go nuts My heart erupts, I'm curled in pain My phone ring, ring and ring and ring If you ain't selling drugs, then I don't hear a thing May 7, Ali calls, p.m. of 6: 45, I finally answer this time He said "Come to the stu', I'm mixing all your rhymes" I don't decline, at least that's in my mind Grab the keys, need some wood for the trees Dap the clerk 'fore I leave, max on my AC Continue right, remember seeing light Wise night, but that's my life (Prescription drugs) What's wrong? You tired? You mad? Okay, I love you, daddy Uh, let me get some there for 20 dollars watch, 20 dollars You can get one for 40, 45, 50, 55, 60 whatever nigga Seattle what up? Bitch you gon' love me forever! I just stopped selling crack today I just stopped selling crack today (What you say? What you say?) O-X-Y, I'm moron, O-X-Y, I'm moron Crazy, got my stash somewhere in her Mercedes 80's, get these off new shoes for my baby Oxy, I don't know no Pablo or no papi What you know about a pill, plus a 8-ball You gotta re-up 50 times just to get a rack off, ungh I can get a hundred of 'em, make over 3 G's Only took two days, only re-up'd one time Where the sun barely shine and it rain for about Nine months out the year, man it's something right here For Seattle nigga, cheers, when I look up at y'all city like lookin' in the mirror Damn near had a career, just might shed a tear, ungh Man, this shit right here for my niggas who ain't make it home Sitting on a tear, got a dap to a nigga bright in here, feeling life ain't fair If I was in your shoes, I would've copped, don't care Had a scene, had the medics like clear, ungh Big body cold like a Polar Bear, ungh I done sold more shit than hookers, expensive tees, resemble a push up Stopped selling crack, cause white don't fuck with niggas Vanity slave, got whips and chains Dirty money, clean money the same, even if I got life, I ain't saying a name Groovy, when I die tell Spike Lee make a movie Ooh wee, cops bringing dogs hope they don't sniff my bitch booty Oxy, O-X-Y, only feel like I could stop me Quincy, now how you nigga sliding up every now and then in a Bentley? Easy, 60-40-50, you can get one for 30 if you let me hook this titty Let a nigga fuck then my dogs see your kitty Just stopped selling crack today When it get hot, smoke a pill, watch it glide like Dr. J I prescribe you, I'm your doctor, kay? You can crush this shit, you can sniff this shit You can take this shit, you can smoke this shit Do you like this shit, nigga? Your brain go numb, synthetic heroin Without the injections, do the same love and affection How could they say feeling good is an addiction? But the world is full of shit, so I don't listen In fact "We living to die" is a contradiction So trapping in a Nissan, O-X-Y, I keep 'em, O-X-Y, you need one