Lyrical Breakdown of Thinking Out Loud - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Thinking Out Loud" 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 "Thinking Out Loud" 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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(Buddha blessed this beat)
I drink lean 'til I fall asleep (woah)
I smoke weed 'til I pass out (roll up)
Double-r when I back out (hah)
Cock my Glock then I smash out (uh-huh)
She look too good, I told her lay it down (lay it down, lay it down)
My first investment was a trap house (trap house), hah
From the gutter but still ain't got shit to complain about (nah)
Don't make me send them boys through and clean you out (ooh)
Rich nigga (woah), bad bitch ridin' with me (for real)
Dope dealer (yeah), on the E-Way doin' one-fifty, yeah yeah
Pull up at the party like mane this shit litty, yeah yeah
Told my nigga whatever you with I'm with it, yeah yeah
Just thinkin' out loud (what up?)
I'm rich as a bitch (yeah), LOL (ayy)
But I'm still with the shit (yeah), I'm still with the shit (yeah)
I'm rich as a bitch (yeah), but I'm still with the shit, hah (hey, hey)
Just thinkin' out loud (yup)
I'm rich as a bitch (yup), I'm rich as a bitch (yup)
But I'm still with the shit (yup), I just hit a lick (a lick)
Now I'm ballin' like a bitch (yup), ballin' like a bitch (yup)
Ballin' like a bitch
Got a quarter milli' on me and a stick (a stick)
Shittin' on the industry, it's evident (yeah)
Police don't got a search warrant, they ain't comin' in (trap)
Yeah, I'm fresh up off the car lot, nigga, once again (skrrt)
My wrist Atlantic (Ocean), my neck Pacific (Ocean)
If I said it, bitch, you better know I meant it (woo)
Water, water, water, water, water, water (water)
My grandma was my mama and the streets was my father (yeah)
Your conversation ain't 'bout money then why bother?
(Then why bother, then why bother then why bother?)
What?
Just thinkin' out loud (what up?)
I'm rich as a bitch (yeah), LOL (ayy)
But I'm still with the shit (yeah), I'm still with the shit (yeah)
I'm rich as a bitch (yeah), but I'm still with the shit, hah (hey, hey)
Just thinkin' out loud (yup)
I'm rich as a bitch (yup), I'm rich as a bitch (yup)
But he still with the shit (yup), I just hit a lick (a lick)
Now I'm ballin' like a bitch (yup), ballin' like a bitch (yup)
Ballin' like a bitch