Lyrical Breakdown of It Feel Different - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "It Feel Different" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dolph weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "It Feel Different" 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 Young Dolph 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 Young Dolph's narrative.
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let the band play
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just need my niggas that's gon' ride with me (ride)
All that fake love, I don't want it (keep that)
You gotta pay to see me, I don't style for free (nah)
And none of that sucker shit, I don't condone that (yeah, yeah)
I rolled over and fucked my bitch this morning (yeah)
The king of the jungle, gotta go, I'm hungry (Leo)
Jumped in a big boy toy, bitch, I'm a grown man (yeah)
It feel different when you get it on your own, man (on God)
I said fuck the industry and did it my way (my way)
I learned how to roll up weed, I didn't roller skate (nah)
Go in the backyard, look at the lake, and I meditate (yeah)
Told my big sister stop working so hard, let's celebrate (yeah)
15, walking 'round with a knot, nigga (racks, nigga)
16 when I shot my first Glock, nigga (hey, hey)
Promethazine martini on the rocks, nigga (raw)
The only thing I ask from you to never stop, nigga (for real though)
I just need my niggas that's gon' ride with me (ride)
All that fake love, I don't want it (keep that)
You gotta pay to see me, I don't style for free (nah)
And none of that sucker shit, I don't condone that (yeah, yeah)
I rolled over and fucked my bitch this morning (yeah)
The king of the jungle, gotta go, I'm hungry (Leo)
Jumped in a big boy toy, bitch, I'm a grown man (yeah)
It feel different when you get it on your own, man (on God)
For some strange reason, I just love the hustle, dawg (I love this shit)
I told all my niggas, "I just wanna see you ball" (for real though)
Ain't nobody hand me shit, I had to kick down the wall (get in there)
With all my ice on (yeah), Off-White on (yeah)
Too many chains, look like I cut the Christmas lights on (yeah)
You wouldn't grow, I cut you off, you claim I did you wrong (okay)
It be the closest motherfuckers to you plottin' on you (plottin' on you)
Droppin' on you (for real though)
Coppin' on you (tellin')
I just need my niggas that's gon' ride with me (ride)
All that fake love, I don't want it (keep that)
You gotta pay to see me, I don't style for free (nah)
And none of that sucker shit, I don't condone that (yeah, yeah)
I rolled over and fucked my bitch this morning (yeah)
The king of the jungle, gotta go, I'm hungry (Leo)
Jumped in a big boy toy, bitch, I'm a grown man (yeah)
It feel different when you get it on your own, man (on God)