Lyrical Breakdown of Faces - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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This is what you need, need (ayy) I came with plenty racks This is what you need Wear my heart (heart), on my sleeve (hey) Sit me down, baby, tell me what it is Cross my heart, the door ajar, unless it's Bentley Say you wanna turn my back Don't go knock on my dawg door (yeah, yeah) I'm makin' love to shawty, oh (yeah) Hey sis, spend it up Okay, you beat your cases and You don't have to sell the can now (sell the can now) And that fuckin' ring look like the Grand Slam (woah) Oh, I'ma have to take a Bentley jet to transit (woah) Eat us some lobsters, just the bros, I left the hoes out Lost 30 million this year and that's with the shows out (woah) I told 'em, "Put the rest of it up, we got to hold out" Got a few opp bitches tryna figure out where my show spot Them racists pockets full of big faces, getcha paid quick Rock up on 'em and just face it (bah) Open cases, guess they thought I was something to play with (woo) Watch me falsetto out in Vegas with your lady (woo) Tryna rob you, the chance is slimmer than shady (yeah) She got a head long with the Maisons on, no basic (oh yeah, yeah) She got me thinkin' everybody 'round me cheatin' (yeah) These niggas basic, they need to face it I'ma turn off the light Lil' shawty, is you breathin'? Tell me if you caught a fever Strictly fuckin' up every season (oh) I took her out, see, and it changed me I took her out, she know the pain, babe You a hard-headed nigga, yeah Fuck all that, though No back and forth with them opp or them hatin' hoes No back and forth with them opp or your ratchet ass hoe Hope you plan on growin' up with your ratchet ass, yeah La-la-la, la-la-la Ooh, ooh, na-na I don't wanna get no crown Blessed with her heartaches My heart gone