Lyrical Breakdown of highway 95 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "highway 95" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Baby Keem weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "highway 95" 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 Baby Keem 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 Baby Keem's narrative.

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Woah-ah-ah Woah-ah-ah Woah-ah-ah Woah-oh-oh La-la-la, la, la, la Woah, la Ah, ah, ah (woah, la, la, la) Baby, cook some' Took the 95 to the 110 Headed your way, through the pape' and drape Through the yellow tape, blew the motor, got the Toyota on the tow way Took it to Jose, it took 'em four days He said, "It's the transmission," I said, "No way," uh Them the days, we couldn't buy no gourmet Forget the bad things that happened with the foreplay So when we walk in any venue, it's a light show Catch a dinner and a movie, wear your nice clothes I throw the burner phone away, I go ice cold Can't lose my main bitches fuckin' with my side hoes I know she mad when the text is full of typos She ask me 'bout this chick Alexis, she like 5'4", uh She 'on't care about me, she entitled I'm fuckin' her and I fuck the bitch she idol I'm inspired by the women with no rivals I'm inspired by the women that wanna be politicians Inspired by the women that leisure is "go and get it" The independent women that never need men to listen I caught my mama cryin' 'bout dude, I couldn't get it And since then I hated every boyfriend she been with Oh La, la Woah