Lyrical Breakdown of Circles - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game feat. Eric Bellinger, Q-Tip & Sha Sha weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Circles" 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. Eric Bellinger, Q-Tip & Sha Sha 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. Eric Bellinger, Q-Tip & Sha Sha's narrative.

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I just want you to come home No matter if it's late at night (I hear you talking) I know you saying you working But baby boy this feeling ain't right (I'm just out here tryna get my money you know that) Fuck that we got enough houses, enough cars You done bought me enough jewelry Tired of your shit my nigga you hitting (You know I be at the studio and shit) Nigga you lying, who you trying to run that game on? Who you think I am[?] I'm not one of these thots you met at Playhouse (I didn't say that) I just rode by nigga, you wasn't at Dre house Parked my shit at Ye house and hopped in the uber Jayceon stop lying you fucking think I'm stupid Nah look ain't nobody say that You ain't complain when I bought that Maybach Put you in Chanel, your friend Chanelle can't even say that You wanted to see Rihanna I put you and your friends at the concert Closet full of Giuseppe[?] you came a long way from Converse Took you out that concord[?], put you in that Tom Ford All this arguing I ain't got no time for it You call my phone like fifty times Don't do no shit like that I was just fucking them girls I was gon' get right back Spinning around, spinning around Spinning around, spinning around It's the same old, we be going through the same old Spinning around, spinning around Pulling them down, taking them down It's the same old, niggas get tired of the same old Nigga you strapping up? Yeah I'm strapping up, shit you acting up? Yeah I'm acting up, nigga You not gon' keep on playing me You not gon' keep on playing me Is it gon' be this bitch or your family? I'll kill that bitch whole family (I fucking hate you!) What your crazy ass shooting in the house for? What yo dumbass ruining the house for[?]And what time you get home anyway? Shit, about four And that's what the fuck you sleeping on the couch for I don't give a fuck, thug life I'm an outlaw And the next bitch ain't nothing but a house call Scrolling through my iPhone looking for my sidechick This bitch always flipping pushing buttons like a sidekick That's when I hop in my Jeep and pull it out the toxic And while you gone, guess what? I'll be bouncing on that sidedick, nigga I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you Shit, they stop making them, they stop making them Guess she thought they stopped making real bitches when they made you Shit, there's a few in the room and a couple in the Wraith too Now she's explaining to you That she's the baddest bitch to ever grace to pair of shoes And if you are unable to find better you lose And all this loud chirping that you consider rude But when food is on the table We may be arguing like the Cain and we Abel Then we have some makeup love and we get back stable Have a little girl I cut the cord from her navel I guess it's just the way it goes down Love is like a merry go round I guess it's just the way it goes down Love is like a merry go round It all goes to game