Lyrical Breakdown of West Side Highway - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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 A$AP Rocky feat. James Fauntleroy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "West Side Highway" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$AP Rocky feat. James Fauntleroy 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 feat. James Fauntleroy's narrative.

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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