Lyrical Breakdown of Red Leather - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Red Leather" 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 "Red Leather" 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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So you thinkin' that we ain't gon', I ain't gon' Speak from my heart, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm one thousand Yeah I done turned a dancer to a trophy I done balled with rings like Kobe Never send a tweet with emotions, uh She heard I sip lean, she got emotional Codeine got my heart like opium I can feel her heart beatin' when I'm huggin' her Take me back to Kingston to see my ancestors Pissin' on your grave in some red leather Turbo Panamera, the seat bird feathers Keep La on me like Carmelo Don't lie to me, I'm on God levels Forever's not long enough If it's endless, what we doin'? Either you a rebel or what we doin'? Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'? A few remain nameless deserve my dedication I just want my movement like Larry Davis Came from Amsterdam, had my head up Screenshot bitches got me fed up Playin' with the white for green like a Celtic She ain't tryna share me, she thinkin' selfish I just bought my young bitch some new Rosettas Went to Tokyo, I had to hit the ghetto Like to kick it with her 'cause she play soccer Introduced her to some goons, nigga, and some robbers Now she want that Bentayga and it's obvious Real patience for them big faces and I got it Still faded from the last night off molly The ones work at Magic, work at Follies I just left Onyx and caught a body Fuck your wife at the back of King of Diamonds Turn me on, she don't care I put my thumb in Leave me all alone, I'm throwin' a party How I'm gon' have commitment in this world of sin? Try my best to love you in this world we in Take another look at every foreign I'm in End up with the bitches that I started with I must've been on a pill when I recorded this Had the stick in my hand while I was typin' it I know I'm arrogant, but don't be trifling I iced out you once and you got iced again These guitars sound like Parliament I just blowed a check, baby pardon me All-black trim, dark burgundy Keep it real with me, no perjury Put them bags on her arm like weighed sand Saks Fifth Avenue, she ran through 80 bands Got your passport ready, we some aliens Got my transporter up out my radius Got my transporter, whip Mercedes-Benz I could never give up on what we had Abracadabra, make my side bitch better Chanel trench, pussy taste like pineapple I'ma stay down with you, but don't give me a headache Lifestyle's radical, please excuse the medies California housing, gettin' better with my veggies Audemars, Richard Mille came in a FedEx Smash her like a grudge that I ain't never gettin' deaded Sippin' on mud while I'm lookin' at my presi' Presidential tints in the back, I done made it Bitch, you better stay on your shit, you gettin' graded Take you to a spa in Saint Barts, is you ready? Whip the double-R with the stars in the headrest Caught up with these broads, baby, did I change the address? Times got hard and I fucked off your lashes Everything real, I got my gold veneers added Motherfuckin' addict, but I will rock a Patek If your love was a drug, maybe it would be acid I know I lost your trust, but I made you relapse I gotta be on a pill to tell you how I'm feelin' I tippy-toe and I dance with the devil I'll take a whole boat out to Bahamas Shawty ride for a real one like a gunner I done turned a dancer to a trophy I done balled with rings like Kobe Never send a tweet with emotions, uh She heard I sip lean, she got emotional Codeine got my heart like opium I can feel her heart beatin' when I'm huggin' her Take me back to Kingston to see my ancestors Pissin' on your grave in some red leather Pissin' on your grave in some red leather Forever's not long enough If it's endless, what we doin'? Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'? (Yeah) Pluto got 20 girlfriends, damn, I'm doin' it wrong Cut off all my hoes, now I'm only puttin' you in a song Day one, shawty been with me from the playground Hey now, baby, that's the reason I was playin' 'round Runnin' like a chicken with his head cut off Through the streets where the freaks love the red leather On my shoulder blades, in my older age See the error of my ways, but I'm still not totally over all the temptation Why does sin give you all the sensation? Yeah, I'm with Future up in Onyx just wastin' A lot of money on a stripper education Throw so much paper that we causin' the inflation Now it's late and I'm gettin' impatient Might run a train on a bitch, Penn Station Nah, I'm playin', I'm just lit, gettin' wasted And she whisper in my ear she wanna taste it Damn, you makin' it hard for me But I'm stayin' strong, I got authority Willpower, when I dub a baddie, I feel power Me and Astro 6'4", we the Twin Towers Twin Glocks with the switch piece that extend shots It's a metaphor for the boy when you in proximity I can't stop right now, they gon' remember me forever My story's more clever, my similes was better My energy was never on some toughest nigga shit I was just a conscious rapper that would fuck a nigga bitch I was just a college nigga from a rougher premises Kept my nose out the streets, but I love to get a whiff Of the action, with risk comes attraction The blicks get to blastin', I turn into a track star Wanted all the hoes, what the fuck you think I rap for? I been tryna slang the same wood since Hacksaw Jim Duggan, runnin' through the Ville in my Timbs, thuggin' Now I'm with Young Metro in the V.I.P., bitch, it's incomin' Coppin' all this liquor for these hoes like we McLovin Thinkin' to myself, "Could I really be with one woman?" Hmm, I think so But it's hard when you with your dogs at the freak show Thinkin' I could bag Rubi Rose with a keystroke Ego, ask yourself, is that gon' bring you peace, though? (Shit, I don't know) Forever's not long enough If it's endless, what we doin'? Either you a rebel, or what we doin'? Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'?