Lyrical Breakdown of Bound 2 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bound 2" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kanye West weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bound 2" 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 Kanye West 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 Kanye West's narrative.

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B-B-B-Bound to fall in love Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey) All them other niggas lame, and you know it now When a real nigga hold you down, you supposed to drown Bound (bound) to fall in love B-B-B-Bound (bound) to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey) What you doing in the club on a Thursday? She say she only here for her girl birthday They ordered champagne but still look thirsty Rock Forever 21 but just turned 30 I know I got a bad reputation Walk-around-always-mad reputation Leave-a-pretty-girl-sad reputation Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation I turnt the nightclub out of the basement I'll turn the plane around, your ass keep complaining How you gon' be mad on vacation? Dutty wining 'round all these Jamaicans Uh, this that prom shit This that what we do, don't tell your mom shit This that red cup, all on the lawn shit Got a fresh cut, straight out the salon, bitch I know you're tired of loving, of loving With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (uh-huh, honey) Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures One good girl is worth a thousand bitches Bound (bound) to fall in love Bound (bound) to fall in love (uh-huh, honey) I wanna fuck you hard on the sink After that, give you something to drink Step back, can't get spunk on the mink I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think? Hey, you remember where we first met? Okay, I don't remember where we first met But hey, admitting is the first step And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect And hey, ayo, we made it, Thanksgiving So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas She asked me what I wished for on the wishlist Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches? Maybe we could still make it to the church steps But first, you gon' remember how to forget After all these long-ass verses I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept I know you're tired of loving, of loving With nobody to love, nobody, nobody So just grab somebody, no leaving this party With nobody to love, nobody, nobody Uh-huh, honey Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth Bound (bound) to fall in love Bound (bound) to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey)