Lyrical Breakdown of Tell Me Why (feat. Drake) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tell Me Why (feat. Drake)" 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 "Tell Me Why (feat. Drake)" 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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Yeah Rich Homie Quan (Reps Up, OVO) Rich Homie Quan (You already...) All my niggas so hungry, man they just eat what they kill I like convertible Bentleys and houses deep in the Hills I might tell the whole crew come through My squad gotta roll through come through Tell the young high school kids keep dreamin' Because they sure do come true Then I say: this that fuckin' mob shit, this that fuckin' player shit This that shake a bottle up and bust the top and spray the shit Bitches gettin' dugout like where all the fuckin' players sit And like you just got traded Girl you don't know who you're playin' with Oh yeah, oh yeah, my sound is what up right now I've been down, but I'm up right now Nigga been backstrokin' and breaststrokin' Through that lane that you left open Man I don't give a fuck right now Let a nigga swim in the pussy on the low 'Bout to go drown in the cup right now, holla I don't know what it was about you Like blue you left me without a clue (I pictured the fate, is it true?) Cause I try to make this shit work (But it seems like is it your feelings You kept them hatin' bitches all in our business) But I just got one question baby: Tell me why? Started from the bottom like Drake said You the type of nigga get robbed wanna play dead My squad'll kick in your door where that safe at No Atari, games girl I don't play that If she broke I don't acknowledge her (ha), everything I say I follow up What you talkin' 'bout? Ummmm, Polo shirt, my collar up Drippin' on these hoes Ain't by myself, it's a lot of us Made a little money, still ain't got enough And if you got a nigga dead, put your lighter up Eyes open, don't say nothin' Motor geeked up like a raisin You don't know me, you must mistake me For somebody else But it's somethin' about you that I fell in love with Your ex nigga, fuck him I had to tell her that