Lyrical Breakdown of Cosby - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cosby" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Juice Wrld weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cosby" 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 Juice Wrld 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 Juice Wrld's narrative.

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Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Hollywood J (Hollywood J) Yeah, "How you feel?" Bitch, I'm great Eating good, steak, shrimp on my plate From the hood, wait, get out my face If you out of line, I'll put you in your place Woke up fiending for the lean so I hit the plug He got everything I need, all exotic drugs I'm runnin' up a check so I'm not runnin' out of funds These niggas try to fight, I guess they runnin' out of guns She all in my cup, red lean New Glock, red beam Your bitch do the whole damn team She all in my cup, red lean New Glock, red beam Your bitch do the whole damn team Tell me how you want it I'ma throw twenties, I'ma throw hundreds when I'm up in Follies Baby, your nigga a lame, yeah, that nigga folly On Twitter, he just followed me While you over here swallowing, can you taste the irony? I'm John Cena with this shit, you niggas ain't see it comin' Before I pop a Perc, I pray to God that I don't vomit I put my soul into this shit, I swear it's all or nothing Sippin' real slime, this ain't Robitussin Had a fun time, almost flatlined Was thinking if I take the right drugs, I might die Begging for the lean, I'm a high guy I fuck with the double G, I'm a fly guy Woke up fiending for the lean so I hit the plug He got everything I need, all exotic drugs I'm runnin' up a check so I'm not runnin' out of funds These niggas try to fight, I guess they runnin' out of guns She all in my cup, red lean New Glock, red beam Your bitch do the whole damn team She all in my cup, red lean New Glock, red beam Your bitch do the whole damn team Bitch, I'm a dog, I ain't fetch enough Bark, bark, woof, I thought I should let you know Niggas playing woof, why you actin' extra for? Because they know I run it, yeah, they know I run it, run it In love with Murakami, I remember Abercrombie These niggas told me that I wouldn't make it this far Now a nigga glowing, I just need some gold teeth VVS on my Rollie, tick-tock Had a fun time, almost flatlined Was thinking if I take the right drugs, I might die Begging for the lean, I'm a high guy I fuck with the double G, I'm a fly guy Woke up fiending for the lean so I hit the plug He got everything I need, all exotic drugs I'm runnin' up a check so I'm not runnin' out of funds These niggas try to fight, I guess they runnin' out of guns She all in my cup, red lean New Glock, red beam Your bitch do the whole damn team She all in my cup, red lean New Glock, red beam Your bitch do the whole damn team