Lyrical Breakdown of Mile High Memories - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mile High Memories" 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 "Mile High Memories" 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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Don't be-, don't believe me Yeah Don't believe me, no Yeah, yeah Pretend that it hurt, but it really don't bother me Don't make it real, I prefer that you lie to me Oh, whoa, whoa Let me talk to you for a second Oh, whoa, whoa Anywhere in the world, if you hear this Yeah, yeah You can fuck on him as long as you think about me In the other room, on the phone, you was texting me You can fuck on him as long as you think about me None of it's real, we was just fakin' how to love Try to pretend, I wasn't missin' you at all Gave me your soul, hundred thousand feet above the clouds Light up the smoke, sit on them Xannies, spacin' out We was just bored, we was just bored, playin' them board games Pink, blue, yellow pill, Power Rangers, fuckin' with my mind state Try to forget, so I medicate, introduce her to the jet way It could be God himself, anyone after me is a downgrade Fuckin' the shit out this bitch, I was thinkin' about you, oh, Lord Kissin' all over this bitch, I was thinkin' about you, oh, Lord (mwah) She just tatted my name, I was thinkin' about you, oh, Lord (Just tatted my name, I was thinkin' about you) One of them things, always remain the same, oh, Lord (remain the same) Yeah, mile high club, you remember (mile high club, you remember) Flyin' 18 hours the agenda I can feel the cold heart when it's not winter (when it's not winter, I can feel the cold) Yeah, come though bustin' up shit, I'm poppin' just like a pimp do (come through, skrrt, skrrt) Talkin' south of France, made it north to east (talkin' south of France, made it from the east, yeah) Conversin' with one, it's a few ready to eat (converse with a one, but it's few ready to eat) Made it out the block where the gun sounds at, so I smoke like a chief (smoke like a chimney) I belong to the streets (I belong to the streets) I'ma always have love for a queen (always have) Plutoski (Pluto) Pluto (yeah) Young Metro, young Metro, young Metro (three times) You can't forget about our love Your introduction to the mile high club You can fuck on him as long as you think about me In the other room, on the phone, you was texting me You can fuck on him as long as you think about me Mile high club