Lyrical Breakdown of Tailor Swif - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tailor Swif" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Tailor Swif" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$AP Rocky 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 A$AP Rocky's narrative.
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Hitkidd, what it do, man?
Shoot my shot, got her wet (Hoo)
Bet that's all neck, girl, that's wetty
Ready, gave me all neck, how beheading
Ready, might just sign my ex-girl, no Malcolm and Eddie, already
Your ass might just go and get upset, don't be petty, already
Smoke 'za so you stressed, boy, that's Reggie, a wetty
Got cadets in my set, who up next? Boy, they ready
She want sex, I profess my finesse like a wedding
For the punk shit, for the funk shit
For the dumb shit, for the "Go dumb" shit (Go, go, go, go)
Gеt your gun shit, I got the funk shit (Go, go, go, go)
Fuck up the function with the dumb shit (Go, go, go, go)
"Don't givе a fuck" shit (Go)
Eatin' lamb chops on the block when we was broke (Go, go, go, go)
Even when I was po', I was out here, eatin' goats (Go, go, go, go)
Mary had a lil' lamb, but my mama need a coat (Go, go, go, go)
Yeah, I had a shearling and a Gucci link at four years old (Yeah)
I'm too swift, don't tell Taylor 'bout this shit (Swift, yeah)
I'm too swift, now don't tell Taylor 'bout this shit (Yeah)
Go to my tailor, got me dripped like (Yeah, wetty)
Go to my tailor, got me dripped up in the district (Yeah, wetty)
I'm too swift, don't tell Taylor 'bout this shit (Yeah, wetty)
I'm too swift, don't tell Taylor 'bout that (Yeah, wetty)
Go to my tailor, got me dripped up than a bit'(Yeah, wetty)
I'm too swift, don't tell Taylor 'bout this sh- (Yeah)
Was a stick-up kid, imagine all the shit I did (Yeah)
Ballin', I was just a kid, I just fucked this feminist (Yeah)
So, I ain't feminine, won't you give my dick a kiss? (Yeah)
You tryna give my dick a kit, ridin' on my strip again (Yeah)
Ridin' through my window tint, hit a lick again (Yeah)
Got these niggas sick again, hit a lick again (Yeah)
We gon' freak, we gon' freak, we gon' hold, uh (Go, go, go, go)
She on me, she on me, she on go, uh (Go, go, go, go)
She on green, she on green, she on go, uh (Go, go, go, go)
I'm too G, she agree I'm a GOAT, GOAT (Go, go, go, go)
Lemme get that throat, ho, givin' me throat, woah (Go, go, go, go)
Chuck it on me, no throat goat
Drip it on me, you hoes is broke
I'm too swift, don't tell Taylor 'bout this shit (Swift, yeah)
I'm too swift, now don't tell Taylor 'bout this shit (Yeah, wetty)
Go to my tailor, got me dripped like (Yeah, wetty)
Go to my tailor, got me dripped up in the district (Yeah, wetty)
I'm too swift, don't tell Taylor 'bout this shit (Yeah, wetty)
I'm too swift, don't tell Taylor 'bout that (Yeah, wetty)
Go to my tailor, got me dripped up in the pit (Yeah, wetty)
I'm too swift, don't tell Taylor about this sh-