Welcome to the detailed analysis of "West Side Highway" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "West Side Highway" 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 undefined employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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These days of preference has no complexion
You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin
Just light the candle, down the handle, life's a gamble
And she know, love with me is like a sea note, a side a [?]
A couple white lies, a cup of white wine a pino, Italian grigio
House keys to [?]
Ride from overseas but that's basic
Wasted high on the west side highway
Drunk enough to fuck with, face it
Hangovers, leftovers in the Range Rover
Shame on her, make up or get a makeover
Thank over, glim fitted start to takeover
When I brainstorm, all the hoes ain't got a thing on her
Audemars, season order like summer fall
I throw the Audemars, then I throw out all the ball
New Dior from the boutique store
Only thing in common that we got is that we want it all
Little cutie pie, saw her looking super fly
More Justin Timberlake on my suit and tie
Try to scrutinize, cause I keep two inside
Suicides, no sir, hoes get the uber ride
Or we can kiss 'til the sun come up
Or, sit on my lap 'til somethin' come up
Jean really wanna club, I don't really wanna judge
Girl just wanna have fun 'til the fun run up
On the high way to my place, it's higher than you ever been
By to my way, we be all day, me, you and all your friends
In love, fuckin' in love
Just too much
These days of preference has no complexion
You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin
Just light the candle, down the handle, life's a gamble
And she know, love with me is like a sea note, a side a [?]
A couple white lies, a cup of white wine a pino, Italian grigio
House keys to [?]
Ride from overseas but that's basic
Wasted high on the west side highway
Drunk enough to fuck with, face it
On the high way to my place, it's higher than you ever been
By to my way, we be all day, me, you and all your friends
In love, fuckin' in love
Just too much