Lyrical Breakdown of It's Still a Love Song - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "It's Still a Love Song" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jean Grae weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "It's Still a Love Song" 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 Jean Grae 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 Jean Grae's narrative.

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I should never started doing this song On the first album. It's too much. It's much a... Okay, let's take it back Right where we left off Two years ago on Attack I got to vent of course Love Song, people said, "Jean, you wrote my life story." It took a couple tries just to write this down homie Anyhow Let's go Delve like a periscope Four years in retrospect, take some time to recollect I was livin' single now Money in the bank account Studio, loft bed Truly mine, I paint it red 23, sellin' weed with Dutches taped on the cases Hit up Envy every Wednesday at the club, I'm famous For buyin' bottles at half price Me and my girls act nice, relaxed life, dancin' with half pints Kissed many a Mister Wasn't Mr. Right That's okay, sister was lookin' for Mr. Tonight And he'd called me up a couple times, we exchanged a couple lines And I'd backtrack, repeat a couple times When he hollered, hardly wasn't thinkin' Except I'm lookin' fresh like every ex you dream of meetin' On the humble, tumbled down a couple notches into swappin' spit Gave myself and I knew that he was poppin' shit Crumble into the advances Mumblin', he's sorry dancin' I couldn't stop the attraction, wasn't properly actin' And so I got down and it wasn't nothin' I kept on like my heart wasn't frontin' but I was hurtin' y'all You can't believe that somebody that you love that much Would ever bring they hands to you and properly touch Face smack you, race back to when he kicked you in the back Muscle relax and strugglin' to erase the facts Only one I thought who really knew me Threw me away truly How cruelly can love treat you? I learned a lot Learned how to numb the pain After the liquor I could split him up out of my brain I continued on though Dated a couple dudes One was just lame, one broke my bathroom But all in all it was an ill experience I threw a couple parties, DJ I'm Serious Cocaine, was curious Was not for me though Ended up smokin' more than I sold of the 'dro I'm spendin' up all of the money I got in the bank I'm thinkin' maybe I should probably slow down on the drinks My intake is over levels of panicin', at three out of seven I've spent blackin' out And no doubt I don't know how to ration Wakin' up and just feelin' smashed again but can't quit It's still a love song It's still a love song Lord knows that I've waited so long But all the love's wrong Lord is my luck gone? But just wait, the story goes on The name Jason I had replaced him With the last verse's one We were forsaken But we're both so much alike, alcoholics Tattoos Except that he's brolic So I called him Up in my apartment Watchin' cartoons Drinkin' Old E and we're both stallin' We need more drinks so we ventured out To the club, liquored up, then we vent about Why things never worked and then we started dancin' He's aplogizin' and I'm entranced and then For the next two weeks we were inseparable Weed undetectable Drinkin' til inept until We would wile out Both startin' fights Every club, both carried a knife Weapon lovers We slept together But check each other whenever it got too much Bonnie & Clyde, rep whatever He's my personal calendar Appreciates the rhyme caliber Feasts on diners every night after Dancin' Romancin' is never a problem We got Envy's on Valentine's Day It's a coffin It's a wrap Other niggas are dead And then all of a sudden his voicemail's in my head Just two weeks of this relationship I should have known that this beauty would give way to some shit I called him From the studio The way that he flip And you'd think that he never just have lately kissed He wanted space, started screamin' and I hazily grip The phone, listen as he crazily tip the scales thrown Off the hook man Recorded +Love Venom+ For Mr. Len's album that night Heart swellin' I put his number in it Fuck a love, I'm finished Tuck in my feelings like a chain and fuck you niggas It's still a love song It's still a love song Lord knows, I've waited for so long But all the love's wrong Lord has my luck gone? Just wait, the story goes on