Lyrical Breakdown of Feels Good - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Feels Good" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Wiz Khalifa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Feels Good" 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 Wiz Khalifa 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 Wiz Khalifa's narrative.
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Uh, uh, uh, uh
My friends roll Lexus and Benzes
Spend ends tremendous, uh
Like dough's endless
Been this nigga from the start
Was already hot
No prob' openin' shop, the flow ready rock
(yeah) so many try and knock my hustle
Half of y'all ain't even got no hustle
I'm into living good
So I bring heat with the flow
Just how a nigga should
Come between me and my dough
I wish a nigga would (Nigga would)
Roll O's and cigarillos, my black brim low
The way I stack in dough attract nymphos
(Damn) cats sick though
Too impressed by how that honey walk
Me, I'm tryna come up on some
Ways to make that money talk (Money talk)
Sink or swim, I'm a hungry shark (Shark)
And I want it all, cribs and a foreign car
Audemars (Mar)
I could be gone tomorrow (Morrow)
That's why I grind like it's my last day
Hundred fucking roaches in my ash tray
Now I know I ain't living right
But it feels good
Now I know I ain't living right
But it feels good
Now I know I ain't living right
But it feels good
Now I know I ain't living right
But it feels good
My weed kicks like Jet Li flicks
Test me kid, slap shots like Gretzky hit's
(Woo) the best kept secret, yes he is
The cat's out of the bag
I puff puff and I pass
You dumb fucks and I laugh, motherfucker
What you hatin' for?
Why you just standin' outside
What you waitin' for? (Haha)
I'm blowin' on an eighth or
More, touring for my paper, boy
Before I hit the club I need a
Blunt or two or three or four (yeah)
Bad bitches thirsty for stars with mad riches
Wanna ride with 'em
Rest they heads on televisions
I don't bag bitches
(Nah) they hop in, you just follow and
You beg bitches (Damn) you're not a pimp
I was schooled by the best of them
(yeah) now they cuttin' checks for him
Ain't gettin money then it's probably
For the rest of them
Something like a legend when I
Quote what I wrote (Wrote)
Be in the big cloud from
The blunts that I smoke (Smoke)
Now I know I ain't living right
But it feels good
Now I know I ain't living right
But it feels good
Now I know I ain't living right
But it feels good
Now I know I ain't living right
But it feels good