Lyrical Breakdown of Late Night (with Cozz & Omen feat. Buddy & Landstrip Chip) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Late Night (with Cozz & Omen feat. Buddy & Landstrip Chip)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how J. Cole weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Late Night (with Cozz & Omen feat. Buddy & Landstrip Chip)" 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 J. Cole 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 J. Cole's narrative.

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Lil', lil' sauce, lil' drop Yeah, yeah Yo, yeah, look Lately, I've been feeling like whatever (Whatever) I think that's been spreading to my niggas (My niggas) 'Cause all that nigga ever do is smoke weed And all he ever do is kill his liver (His liver) I told my nigga to stop mixing that liquor I told him it's only gonna make him sicker to kill you Now hurry and pass me that fifth of tequila 'Cause I'ma kill it, come on, dawg, let me get it Cozz is an idiot I shouldn't hit raw, but I'm hittin' it (I'm hittin' it) Lately, I've been using prayers for condoms But I'm clean but my God is so awesome Fuck you mean I ain't toppin' your roster? Listerine, when I'm talking it's toxic, this hot shit So when you start talking, don't get out of pocket Like a bean or dolphin, we poppin', that's obvious I been down so low, but I know it's my fault I can feel it in my soul I came up, this shit took off All these thoughts in my head that I should've been shook off Late nights layin' in my bed 'cause I know the mil's so close I been down so low, but I know it's my fault I can feel it in my soul I came up, this shit took off All these thoughts in my head that I should've been shook off Late nights layin' in my bed 'cause I know the mil's so close Politics, gotta get dollars quick, I can't stall Momma need a crib with a big backyard I ain't got time for your text, can't talk, gotta make art Dog, I'm a silent, cocky, heart like Rocky Ball from the Chi, not a carbon copy of Common But respect dog, he's a G.O.A.T. Got my own drip, dope bar on a coat Follow my thesis I just been tryna live decent Dodging the precinct Mindin' my P's & Q's Dreamville season, we been due People was bleedin', needed some truth Who left they sleep, it made me a beast Now it's a feast, the trees have bloomed My niggas need M's, I need some too, yeah I been down so low, but I know it's my fault I can feel it in my soul I came up, this shit took off All these thoughts in my head that I should've been shook off Late nights layin' in my bed 'cause I know the mil's so close I been down so low, but I know it's my fault I can feel it in my soul I came up, this shit took off All these thoughts in my head that I should've been shook off Late nights layin' in my bed 'cause I know the mil's so close Yeah, I need to get my shit together Lately, I've been out here fuckin' on whatever When you hit the pussy raw, it feel better Acting reckless, I think I should get a check-up Check-up, check-up Niggas say I'm next up, fuck that, fuck that Nigga, I'm the best out I can't have these niggas treat me like a stepchild Never graduated college but I'm set now Thank God This a living heaven I think I'ma need a halo and some feathers Dancin' with the devil, I should get a scepter Mom and daddy always giving nigga lectures Question, question, baby, what's your preference? I can hit it from the side or you could ride it a little Girl, I got a backstroke that's cold as the winter I might make you breakfast but I'm never gonna take your ass to dinner I been down so low, but I know it's my fault I can feel it in my soul I came up, this shit took off All these thoughts in my head that I should've been shook off Late nights layin' in my bed 'cause I know the mil's so close