Lyrical Breakdown of 305 To My City - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "305 To My City" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Drake weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "305 To My City" 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 Drake 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 Drake's narrative.
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Drop down, drop-drop
Shit is real out here
Drop down, drop-drop
Drop-drop-drop down, drop-drop, get it (yeah)
Get it, drop down, drop-drop
Ooh, I rode the 305 to my city
I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I swear that I get it
I get it, I get it
We did it, we did it
We did it, we did it
We so far from finished
I brought you right back just so we can relive it
I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it
Your hustle don't ever go unnoticed baby, I'm with you I'm with it, oh
I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it
They don't work hard as you
Damn, that's so crazy
At the end of the night when you count, numbers don't lie to my baby
Locker room full of money
Girl, you just did it
I get it, I get it, man fuck all that talking, take shots to the kidney
Down payment on the Jaguar
Your roommate got credit
12 months on the lease, that's a come up, baby, don't you ever forget it
Connections are heavy
Every real nigga they fuck with you
Nails chipped out in diamonds, you sparkle but fuck, man, that spark ain't enough for you
Ooh, I rode the 305 to my city
I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I swear that I get it
I get it, I get it
We did it, we did it
We did it, we did it
We so far from finished
I brought you right back just so we can relive it
I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it
Your hustle don't ever go unnoticed baby, I'm with you I'm with it, oh
I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it
(Oh, baby)
Tonight was your night
Go get you some lobsters and shrimp
You smart and you know it, I get it, I get it, you outdo these pimps
I hope you don't fall
That's you on the top of the ceiling
Don't you ever forget 'bout your story, I get it, you did it, you did it
Got a link on the champagne
Your best friend is bar-tending
Your parents sayin' this another phase in your life, they can't wait until it's all finished
Shine on them hoes
Let 'em know that you run shit
I get it I get it, I'm workin' too hard let's get into some fun shit
281 to my city
Heard you had trouble at customs
Your girl got a DUI, I'll make the calls to get y'all through customs
Tell your best friend, "Girl, get your paperwork right"
I get it, I get it, what's up for the night? (Oh)
I got the 305 in my city
I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I swear that I get it
I get it, I get it
We just did it, we did it
We did it, we did it
We so far from finished
I brought you right back just so we can relive it
I get it, get it, get it
Drop down, drop-drop down
I get it, get it, get it
Drop down, drop-drop down
Uh, your momma used to live at the church on Sunday
You just go to LIV after church on Sunday, oh Lord
Oh Lord, we're not in Kansas anymore
We're not in Kansas anymore (yeah)