Lyrical Breakdown of Can't Get Right - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Can't Get Right" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game feat. K. Roosevelt weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Can't Get Right" 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 The Game feat. K. Roosevelt 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 The Game feat. K. Roosevelt's narrative.

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I bumped Ether, bumped Takeover

Seein' Jay and Nas on stage was hip-hop's makeover

And that very day you knew niggas was born

Tyler the Creators, Drake, J. Coles, and Big Seans

Time for the world to pay homage

Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit

Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit

If you ain't fuck, then you ain't get your dick wet

I see your little chain

I see your little dreads, tryin' to be a Lil Wayne, shit

I used to wanna be a little Hov

Started with a little rock, got me a little stove

Made a little money, bought me a little Rov'

Paid cash money like I was from Hollygrove

Sold ten mill, everybody know my name now

Thinkin' back, it's a motherfuckin' shame how

Biggie got killed and Pac got murked

Sometimes I gotta step in the church, cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell

As the blood spills from my pen

It's time to confess my sins, cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell

I smoke weed, pop pills, but I'm thinkin' it's time for me to chill

Cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell

I'm tryin' to get some head tonight, have a stripper in my bed tonight

But I ain't tryin' to go to hell

Father forgive me, cause I ain't perfect

No, no no no

Why is everything wrong?

Oh I can't get it right, I always try to get it right

Dre promised me records, I never got 'em

That's why I had nightmares that a nigga shot him

For all my albums missed records

Felt he shitted on me for Kendrick, recorded diss records

And Kendrick, my nigga, put him on his first mixtape

I pop champagne when I heard he was with Dre

And I'm tellin' y'all this true story cause I'm real

Dre, first time, hearing 'bout it, wonder how he feel

Cause I feel like shit severin' the relationship

The only doctor I knew to make all of his patients rich

Snoop, Pac, Em, 50

Me, K. Dot, watch us do a 360

Plus The Documentary saved me from penitentiaries

I ain't trippin', niggas been disloyal for centuries

Finally got the crown, this motherfucker meant for me

Funny how you do your top 5's and don't mention me

Fuck 'em all

Father forgive me, cause I ain't perfect

No, no no no

Why is everything wrong?

Oh I can't get it right, I always try to get it right

See I been spendin' these late nights

On girls I never seen gettin'

Constantly intoxicated

Only God could save me, yeah

With 'em by the sunrise

One day everyone dies

That's the way the story goes

But now, I can't feel my heart

But I just keep ridin', ridin'

Feel so numb, numb, oh yeah

Father forgive me, cause I ain't perfect

No, no no no

Why is everything wrong?

Oh I can't get it right, I always try to get it right