Lyrical Breakdown of Wells Fargo - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wells Fargo" 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 "Wells Fargo" 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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Excuse me, sir (yes)
Your Grace
Is that my flamethrower beside you? (Why it is)
Please, sir, pass it this way
Can you hand me that pistol over there?
Please don't get muffins on it (my Lord)
My Lord, pease hand me the bazooka (why, thank you)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
No blood on the couch, please (brah)
Please, no blood on the couch (yes)
Sir, you got blood on the couch
Can you hand me that machine gun? (Sir, damn you, yeah)
Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo
Got some broads, we need to get a whole carload
With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show
Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos
Father God in heaven above
I come to you as humbly as I know how
Off hell the drugs and I'm out of my mind
In the meantime, I'ma just smoke this loud
Put this shit on my tongue and this shit'll dissolve
Hit a shot of Hennessy just to wash it down
All my white friends got me talkin' proper now
I got the BET's deal so I'm hot for now (yeah)
He without sin cast the first stone
Told my nigga with the gun he can run in your home
One dome shot, niggas'll never look at him wrong again
Oh my God, oh my God, on this lick
In the car twisted, come here, lil' bitch
Suck on my dick, some of the fun under your sister
Come, come, give me some, tongue, tongue, get it done
Young fun, yum, yum, yum, I'm twisted
Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo
Got some broads, we need to get a whole carload
With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show
Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos
Roses is falling, the money is calling
I'll pedal forever and ever to you
Taking the boxes of chocolate
I'll send 'em out, ship 'em out, get 'em delivered to you
Baby, whatever, just come on
Just hop in and get in the car and we go and get boof
Sky is dissolving or falling, whatever
Just tell 'em the teller better not make a move (hey)
Skrrt-skrrt in a new thing
Throw the cash 'til she get her Raekwon like the Wu-Tang
I think I deserve me a Mulsanne
Me, you, and two or three hoes should do the group thing
Just don't fuck up the sheets, the Airbnb, and fuck off the lease
Bitch, mind your bees, I need peace of mind
I beat meat, delete, then be leavin' fine, let's go
Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo
Got some broads, we need to get a whole carload
With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show
Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos
Nigga, it's just how you count it
It just depend on how you count it