Lyrical Breakdown of Cold Summers - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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We roam tundras The boy been gone a few summers too long from road runnin' Trunk full of old hunnids Of course my old lover was scorned, we grow from it Don't tell me they don't hunt us for sport, I chose substances No cuddles, the bases is all covered Niggas come in the door and smoke somethin' Choke up on the slugger from home run-ins Nigga it's on, chest thump, his head thump on the floor We pressed up on the boy, no more bluffin' Cold summers, don't tussle with strangers Some of those keep one in the chamber Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped, I was stuck in a hangar, nigga Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up Really, I'm just makin' sure my promise is kept Chuck a duece if you know it's the end Kept the truth in my palm and my chest See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck We got the juice, niggas corny as shit We on the loose, niggas know what it is We makin' moves, niggas corny as shit We got the juice, niggas know what it is Yeah It is night and like the others I clean my weapons It is all so familiar