Lyrical Breakdown of Rosetta Stone - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rosetta Stone" 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 "Rosetta Stone" 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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Most times I feel unforgiven (Hey) That's exactly what you get When you rise into the ceiling (Haha, ooh, ooh) Sometimes I feel like forgivin' (Yeah) Then niggas come around and tend to steal somethin' worth pennies, aw I can't trust none of these hoes, nah 'Cause they come when you winnin' They gon' come around and act like they down Just to spend all your dividends (Yeah) Tell me if sometimes you feel like you can't win Fuck that, put your hand in the sky 'Cause you're blessed and you gon' get another chance (Ow, woah, woah, woah, woah) Sometimes I feel like this game rigged Niggas picking sides, riding with the righteous guys Can't stomach seeing one of the realest win (Yeah, yeah) Jumpin' off the top of the house into the pool on a Sunday (On a Sunday, woo) All I know is I'll chill and barbecue with you on a Sunday (Young Sex) I'll Tom Brady, throw my dick at you, bae (Throw my dick at you, bae) Sit in the bathroom with you I'm a take a piss with you, baby (Piss with you, baby) Rose gold toilets when you take a shit on 'em, baby (Oh) Harley David', ride my dick I'm 'bout to spit on you, baby (I'm nasty) I'm entitled to you all the time to lean on you baby (Lean on me, bae) Put your knees on the floor, let daddy sprinkle you, baby (Woah) I ain't gon' send it to nobody, let me take a flick of you, baby Tryna tell you about my day, answer lil' baby (Ayy) I left twenty-five-thousand on your dresser (Woo) Fuck that thirteen-thou' like a molester (Yeah) Diamonds hanging off my blouse cost (Diamonds hanging off my shirt) You steal my shirt and you just might be rich forever (Yeah) Rosetta stones in my fuckin' mouth (Okay, okay) Now I got bells like I'm fuckin' south (Okay, okay) I told her old girl, "Get out my fuckin' house" I can't have no goofy bitches tryna turn me soft (Ain't goin' for it) I kinda feel a way for you (Ooh) I kinda feel your presence when you ain't in the room (Ooh) "This chess, this not no checkers" (Uh-huh) I remember when you said that to me with no arguing (Uh, uh, uh) You just a fine motherfucker, mane (Fine motherfucker) You got me feelin' like I'm scavenging (Feelin' like I'm scavenging) And you said he made you mad now you after him (Who made you mad?) I just can't wait until you happy again (Tell me, baby) I seen you use a whole roll of napkins (Woah, woah) And I just wanna tell you with no cap on it (No cap) The way he made you cry, would never dap again (Oh) Give me the word, he'll never wake up from a nap again (Birkin), uh Look me up, it ain't no cap under my name On the streets or in the penn' Fallin' in love with my friend (Woo, okay, okay, woo) I left seventy-five-thousand on your dresser (Seventy-five) Fuck that thirteen-thou' like a molester (Yeah) Diamonds hanging off my blouse cost (Diamonds hanging off my shirt) You steal my shirt and you just might be rich forever (Yeah) Rosetta stones in my fuckin' mouth (Yeah, okay, okay) Now I got bells like I'm fuckin' south (Yeah, okay, okay) I told her old girl, "Get out my fuckin' house" I can't have no goofy bitches tryna turn me soft (Yeah) Most times I feel unforgiven That's exactly what you get when you rise into the ceiling, yeah Sometimes I feel like forgivin' Then niggas come around and tend to steal somethin' worth pennies, aw I can't trust none of these hoes, nah 'Cause they come when you winnin' They gon' come around and act like they down Just to spend all your dividends (Yeah) Tell me if sometimes you feel like you can't win Fuck that, put your hand in the sky 'Cause you blessed and you gon' get another chance (Ow, woah, woah, woah, woah) Sometimes I feel like this game rigged Niggas picking sides, riding with the righteous guys Can't stomach seeing one of the realest win Darling, I left a hundred-thousand dollars on your dresser Fuck that lil' thirteen-thou' like a molester The diamonds hanging off my blouse cost me Shit, you steal this shirt and you just might be rich forever Rosetta stones in my fuckin' mouth I said bitch, we got bells like we fuckin' south, fuck that ho I told old girl to get out my fuckin' house Can't have no goofy bitches tryna turn me soft Can't have no goofy bitches that'll run they mouth Uh, can't have no goofy bitches tellin' somethin' about me