Lyrical Analysis of...
Feelin
- I feel a little bumbly
- I can feel beat flow through the veins of my bloodstream
- and i'll just sing songs till I get to feelin complete
- comfy as I sit inside my bedroom on a sunday
- theres No direction leadin to even why they
- really never want me ever to get my way
- they never listen to anything I say
- so theres never any reason to keep trying
- Whats the point, whats the worth, whats the reality
- id rather bust an ounce of spurt hourly
- sit infront my computer and whack till the days up
- lookin up the randoms that i never met on facebook
- its a toxic ass cycle
- makes me wonder if anyone else is that psycho
- maybe im dramatic, and sad if i sit in static
- situations i need convince myself to laugh in
- <CHORUS>
- maybe im
- Distant
- anyone listnin
- lookin for some wisdom
- i really needa get some
- is anyone out there
- am i the only one shoutin
- cause cany one hear me
- theyll neve rknow im feeling
- I have underminin issues that I never tell
- So welcome to my life it is a clever hell
- but at the end of the pathway i can see the tunnels light
- and its like ive said this shit about hundred times
- if you think im throwin in towel you're Quite Blinded
- it also from that statement could be yall are Like Minded
- all your shits lame and boring like mine did
- ima just aimed for glory like mike did
- Sure im quiet, reclusive and im an introvert
- but i might aswell do this because im into her
- see i fight and im losing because im too concerned
- even while i keep using all these excusive words
- But at the end day feel like things are okay
- theres no reason for me to think of things in grave
- manner to the point where I'll just rearrange
- the sitations i get into it seems
- that slow down take hot minute to rethink
- nothin isnt permanant, even when in sync
- always lookin at my self, pretendin when i speak
- but always at a distance reachin i think
- yall dont wanna mess with pigeon when he squeks
- all while i be nestin cozy in my seat
- mosin over to my hoes see im the king
- supposing i was toasting all you bozos wit a drink
- id rather be on top this ladder climbin down
- kinda over all these songs i write when whinin out
- never had appreciation for a cliental
- but never had incentive to be out there tryin out
- i member all the early days downin all snacks
- i picked up a mic and i found im not bad
- even tho right now im feel im bound to not rap
- cause whats the fuckin point id rather take a long nap
- im growin apart from this hobby that thought was so great
- never find the time to sit down and think of more ways
- to day the same shit ive said in every other poor grade
- songs i write, cause when its all over its nothin but a pure waste
- <CHORUS>
- maybe im
- Distant
- anyone listnin
- lookin for some wisdom
- i really needa get some
- is anyone out there
- am i the only one shoutin
- cause cany one hear me
- theyll neve rknow im feeling
By Anonymous
LYRICAL GRADE
A-
RHYME DENSITY
0
RHYME LENGTH
Rhyme Syllables
164
Total Syllables
741
Rhyming Lines
65/101
Unique Words
60.3%
Slang
12.5%
Profanity
1.4%
Avg. Syllables Per Word
1.45
Word Cloud
feel little bumbly beat flow through veins bloodstream i'll sing songs till feelin complete comfy sit inside bedroom sunday theres direction leadin even really never want way listen anything reason keep trying whats point worth reality id bust ounce spurthourly infront computer whack days up lookin randoms met facebook toxic ass cycle makes wonder anyone psycho maybe im dramatic sad static situations need convince myself laugh chorus distant listnin wisdom needa out one shoutin cause cany hear theyll neve rknow feeling underminin issues tell welcome life clever hell end pathway see tunnels light ive shit hundred times think throwin towel you're quite blinded statement yall minded shits lame boring mine ima aimed glory mike sure quiet reclusive introvert aswell fight losing concerned using excusive words day things okay grave manner rearrange sitations seems slow down take hot minute rethink nothin isnt permanant sync always self pretendin speak distance reachin dont wanna mess pigeon squeks nestin cozy seat mosin over hoes king supposing toasting bozos wit drink top ladder climbin kinda write whinin appreciation cliental incentive tryin member early downin snacks picked mic found bad tho right now bound rap fuckin long nap growin apart hobby thought great find time more ways same poor grade pure waste
Profanity
ass, hell, shit, shits, fuckin
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