Lyrical Breakdown of Groupie Therapy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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(Bootie brown) I was standing, one of the cast of many I would give anything to swing hand in hand With her but it was just a blur I couldn't blame her, why give up fortune and the fame For a nigga who can barely afford his name So the dame kept aim at the stars I'm often thinking about her When I'm waitin on calls across the border Made sure my rhymes in order cause That moment could be near and it was Now my attorney is tellin' me to sign here So I appear and perform international The time came she stepped to me I thought rational But she knew I wanted it She walked around and flaunted it like a peacock I knocked the reebok now she jock Blowin up the pactel and the doorbell Had to check myself as well love boat won't sail Cause I'm not captain let them know from the start I let you break me off but I won't let you Break my heart (Slim kid3) So I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is The most incredible shit in slim kid history So watch if you will the moment some good Shit pops and they be foggin up ya grill Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil Still burnin shit now and I'm still learnin how not to fuck With ya baby or make ya my old lady You just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block The sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinue'n All of this pipe that I've been layin as long as you keep Swayin to anotha crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's Simple so get it through ya two temples because i'm Tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho And you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off So step out my world and turn the light off (Fat lip) She was my high school sweetheart down from start When all I had was high hopes my health and my art But when I got fame she became unsure If I could still feel the same when I came off tour I said "for sure" 'cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful No need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights At the backstage gate lookin' great straight Waitin for a nigga so now I figure "Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out today" Made a call out to l.a. to say what had to say... Now I get back the very next week only to learn The tables turned like a technique twelve hundred Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every Night gettin blunted And zooted with a clique of well known Reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows Backstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose By anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turnin Her out into a hip hop freak now I seek counseling From a therapist twice a week (Imani) So let me speak about the freak so let me speak about the Freak Instantly she made another selection Because he was in the lime plus had The money connection "correction" "Way more paid" is why she laid and played A charade in the game of deception This miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress Of the mattress 'cause she's a wanna be mack-tress Well built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics And I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them Type of women who still be swimming lost and confused In the lake of illusion with no values is why they're Constantly losin'