Lyrical Breakdown of High Fashion - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Ayo, no disrespectin' nobody But we run this shit (RPS fan) We, we, we predicted this, you was ignorant We predicted this See how y'all at me? You see how they at me? They tryna catch me, tryna snatch shit Fly and flashy, say I'm fashion I'm high fashion, I'm on acid I move like I'm on acid, and I'm high-fashion I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic Oh, oh, oh, oh and I'm strapped with that plastic And I'm strapped with that plastic I love this music with a passion Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah Maison Margiela blunts (yeah) Louis Vuitton double cups (ah) Designer drugs, you get seamed up if it tastes cut Niggas rollin' like rollers, might roll up in dun-ta-dun (straight up) Don't think that I've had enough (La Flame) 'Cause I been on the binge Scored a coke model, that's a high fashion win Splurgin' in the mall got me spendin' all my ends Yeah, we made it to the hills now (straight up) Coke costs a couple bills now Yeah, tell me how it feels now Tired of motherfuckers wanna be trill Yeah, down south, it get real Diamonds two steppin' every time I crack the grill Niggas still hate, hatin' niggas how I live See how y'all at me? You see how they at me? (We see y'all niggas) They tryna catch me, tryna snatch shit (we see y'all niggas) Fly and flashy, say I'm fashion (yeah) I'm high fashion, I'm on acid I move like I'm on acid, and I'm high fashion I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic Oh, oh, oh, oh, and I'm strapped with that plastic And I'm strapped with that plastic Fly and flashy Fly and flashy Fly and flashy, oh, oh, oh Ain't no recession bitch, ain't got collections bitch I don't respect the bitch, I might say fuck the bitch And then go and fuck the bitch, I'm seein' a psychiatrist The devil inside me, and I'm tryna hide it This lean got me nauseous, but I keep on usin' it I wear so much Givenchy, that they say I'm abusin' it I went and tried to sit down with the Pope And tell him I was usin' too much dope The only way I tell him anything, he gotta plug me in with the c- See how y'all at me? You see how they at me? They tryna catch me, tryna snatch shit Fly and flashy, say I'm fashion I'm high fashion, I'm on acid I move like I'm on acid, and I'm high fashion I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic Oh, oh, oh, oh, and I'm strapped with that plastic And I'm strapped with that plastic I love this music with a passion Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah