Lyrical Breakdown of Back On the Road - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Back On the Road" 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 "Back On the Road" 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.
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Thank you, Jesus
Listen, I'm back on the road again, been poppin' 'em Xans, this shit just might be my demise
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends, these niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love, but this shit doesn't come by surprise
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream, dawg, you just gotta open your eyes
This world is a motherfucker filled with all type of bloodsuckers, put that shit on my blood brother
Ain't no worse feelin' when you tryna run up a million, but they don't got no love for ya
Where the love go when I showed 'em the utmost? Man, this shit is so cutthroat (thank you, Jesus)
That was one mistake, boy, I won't make that shit again, never let niggas up close
So fuck - and fuck his mama too, this dedication, boy, I want the drama too
And I ain't gangsta, dawg, but I'll grill a nigga and step over you like Tyronn Lue
Quick pause, but this music industry be fuckin' niggas like a damn prostitute
Fuck 12, but shit, I could cop a few new cribs, only with the highest view
I'm back on the road again, been poppin' 'em Xans, this shit just might be my demise (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends, these niggas gon' wear a disguise (real)
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love, but this shit doesn't come by surprise (thank you, Jesus)
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream, dawg, you just gotta open your eyes (woo)
I already told y'all, then I showed y'all, blam-blam, then I drove off
Xans got me 'bout to doze off, I ran out, I pop a Zoloft
If he nosy, I'ma knock his nose off, if he holy, I'ma send his soul off (thank you, Jesus)
Trespass, then I'ma cut his toes off, much faster than I cut my hos off
If he rat, then I'ma cut his tail off, I'm Hugh Hefner with my robe off
One mic, zero flaws, spittin' 24-karat gold bars
To a gun fight, I bring a blowtorch, spendin' new money to fight a old charge
No such thing as no charge, been hot since the Cold War
I already told you like Cordae done told you, you think this a game and I brought the controllers
Purple the rain, let it fall in the soda, I been drippin' so long, got water erosion
Heart of a soldier, my nigga just had a daughter, I just went bought her a stroller (thank you, Jesus)
My nigga just lost his father, I just went brought him my shoulder
And I'm gettin' smarter and older, call Mr. Carter the Yoda, we do this all for the culture
I bought a house in Miami, fuck it, I'm lyin', it's cheaper, I bought it in Boca
And my nigga just lost his mama, ain't shit I can do, I just called him and offered some closure
Then I pulled off in a Rover, I thought that I told ya, my nigga, the talkin' is over
I'm back on the road again, been poppin' 'em Xans, this shit just might be my demise (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends, these niggas gon' wear a disguise (real)
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love, but this shit doesn't come by surprise (thank you, Jesus)
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream, dawg, you just gotta open your eyes (woo)
Thank you, Jesus
Thank you, Jesus
I will praise You forever