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