Lyrical Breakdown of All Alone - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Chair is not a house And a house is not a home, when- Chair is not a house And a house is not a home, when- And a house is not a home, when- (woo, woo) And a house is not a home, when- (woo, woo) And a house is not a home, when there's no one there Uh, what's a ten-thousand-square-foot mansion? With a kitchen still gettin' expanded But you walk in the front door and (there's no one there) And what's the point of a brand-new ride? You by yourself on a five-hour drive and look (there's no one there) When you're filled with so much pride And take a deep look at yourself inside, you'll see (there's no one there) When everybody's callin' your phone Yet somehow, I couldn't feel more alone (ay), 'cause Loneliness is an illusion, I'm self-sufficient Some only say I look out for my self-interest I think my girl might be finally right, 'cause I'm self-centered I made a million all by myself, I'm a self winner I'ma go and treat myself, buy myself dinner I call that a hell date They say overindulgence's a form of self-hate But nigga, I branded myself, I got myself paid Bought my first crib by myself, but (there's no one there) What's a ten-thousand-square-foot mansion? With a kitchen still gettin' expanded But (there's no one there) And what's the point of a brand-new ride? You by yourself on a five-hour drive and look (there's no one there) When you're filled with so much pride And take a deep look at yourself inside, you'll see (there's no one there) Uh, when everybody's callin' your phone Yet somehow, I couldn't feel more alone, 'cause Chair is not a house And a house is not a home, when- Chair is not a house And a house is not a home, when-