Lyrical Breakdown of Lights Go Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lights Go Out" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Lights Go Out" 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 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's narrative.
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Walkin' out the pen' with my pen, live a life of sin
Tell the devil throw me a shovel and let's get it in
2015 MC Ren, this ain't a movie
Pull my khaki suit back out the closet and burn this Louie
Tell Young Thug come out the closet, the fuck you foolin'?
Where my Crips, my Bloods, my eses? Let's make some music
That the gangsters can dance to
Throw up your hands too
The Indians is back, we want our motherfuckin' land too
The black Slim Shady is back with some M80s
In the back of the Mercedes
About to blow this motherfucker like a Meth' lab
Smokin' on that same bomb chronic Dre and Meth' had
You know I got the best bag
Now watch me teach the world how to roll a blunt for the last time
Welcome to Cali where smoking's our favorite past time
And if a nigga need a gun he can have mine
And everything inside
'Cause when the lights go out
'Cause when the lights go out
'Cause when the lights go out
You see bitches on all fours
Switches on all cars
Got used to drivin' them Bentley's
I guess I got off course
Got used to fuckin' them bitches
Used to 'em rollin' my blunts
In the studio with Doc, ain't see them hoes in months
I've been shacked up on LSU
Goin' crazy on LSD in a straight jacket, don't mess with me
'Til I finish this album
Now I step inside the party with Hennessy and Bacardi
Pour a ziplock of mollies out (and a bowl of percs)
'Cause I'm a lunatic
Disturb the peace like Ludacris
Me and Dre bump heads 'cause he give me advice
I never listen to this shit
He said don't put out mixtapes and I did that
He said leave his car parked right there
I stripped that, drove that
In the Lambo', blunts rolled fat
Pull up to the club like where the hoes at
Take her home and fuck her, then ask a bitch where your clothes at
The door right there
I don't need you bitch, you see the iPhone?
Got some more right there
Here's a glass for your tears, let 'em pour right there
Compton, I was born right there
Park the red Lambo right there
Signed to the 'Math right there
25 mil', more nightmares
Now I'm fuckin' everybody bitch
You think you got her on lock but you don't
'Cause when the lights go out
'Cause when the lights go out
'Cause when the lights go out