Lyrical Breakdown of Much Deeper - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Much Deeper" 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 "Much Deeper" 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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I used to think life was all about money and reefer
Till I got older, realized it's much deeper
Seems like everything you love the most leaves ya
Got me sittin' here reminiscin', blowin' this diesel
I used to think life was all about money and reefer
Till I got older, realized it's much deeper
Seems like everything you love the most leaves ya
Got me sittin' here reminiscin', blowin' this diesel
Lil' nigga burn a hundred strong junts a week
Three, four times I seen my life flash in front of me
I can't die now, I got two lil' brothers up under me
Every day sent them to school dead fresh as they want to be
One time for my whole Skrilla Squad fam
R.I.P. Big Boo, Corey, and Lil' Sam
Two left by the gun and one in a wreck
I been through both situations and I ain't left yet
I'm still here, damn, I'm still breathin'
I57, fell asleep while I was speedin'
Grandma told me everything happens for a reason
I almost left her without tellin' her that I was leavin'
I used to think life was all about money and reefer
Till I got older, realized it's much deeper
Seems like everything you love the most leaves ya
Got me sittin' here reminiscin', blowin' this diesel
I used to think life was all about money and reefer
Till I got older, realized it's much deeper
Seems like everything you love the most leaves ya
Got me sittin' here reminiscin', blowin' this diesel
News for the day, my uncle just passed, mane
Just last night we was watchin' the Lakers game
Before I left, I gave you a kiss and told you that I love ya
Just might go and cop a Bentley and blow a pound for ya
If don't nobody else know, unc', you know I'm a hustler
Always want you here with us, but don't want you to suffer
Last month I promised you that I'd stay out of trouble
Even though when I bust moves, I make my Charlie double
'Member you told me, "Stay down with that shit 'til it bubble"
Sixty years old, smokin' on a sack of bubble
Say I'm like you, extra smooth, they say I'm smooth as butter
Give grandma a kiss and tell her that we all love her
I used to think life was all about money and reefer
Till I got older, realized it's much deeper
Seems like everything you love the most leaves ya
Got me sittin' here reminiscin', blowin' this diesel
I used to think life was all about money and reefer
Till I got older, realized it's much deeper
Seems like everything you love the most leaves ya
Got me sittin' here reminiscin', blowin' this diesel
Who know where I'd be if it wasn't for Anna Mae?
Lord knows I miss my auntie, bae
Smokin' loud out the pound with my cousin Nick
Go and get my own shit, got that from you, Uncle Vic
Look, salute to your wife, she took care you like she supposed to
Real talk, unc', yep, Yolanda was a soldier
From beginning to the end, couldn't ask for no better
And I promised her I got her, she can ask me for whatever
Matter of fact, she called the ambulance but didn't wanna do it
Asked unc' why they hatin' on me, he said, "Nephew, get used to it"
Blowin' loud on the balcony, holdin' fifty rounds
Don't worry 'bout shit, uncle, I'ma hold it down