Lyrical Breakdown of My Collection - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "My Collection" 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 "My Collection" 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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I've been in the stu' late, workin', no residuals
If we never speak again, I'm just glad I got to tell you truth
Ain't playin', count 'em
You wanna come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?
She told me she was an angel
She f- two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I'm tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine handles ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child
No, this codeine ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child
I used to sell dope at my grandma's house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, f- with my mood wild
And these chains clinkin' back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn't promised
I know damn well this must be promised
Left every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically, I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can't be the one and then you get exposed
If you're the one, then God will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I'm paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to explain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin'
Any time I got you, girl, you're my possession
Even if I hit you once, you're part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you're part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you're part of my collection
Standin' on black socks, meet me at the yacht dock
Icin' out the clock, watch, b- on my cock
Yeah, maybe it's the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings, yeah
I don't know how you would feel about if I ain't had millions, yeah
I'm conversin' with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And hell no, it ain't about no braggin' rights
But even if it was, sh- I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an angel
She f- two rappers and three singers
I'ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this joint, she know what to do with me
And right now, I don't know what to do with you
I don't wanna sound like I'm bein' rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin' LA
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her 'bout Miami
After she came with no panty
Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin'
Any time I got you, girl, you're my possession
Even if I hit you once, you're part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you're part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you're part of my collection