Lyrical Breakdown of Jus Wanna - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Excuse me, you're not a plug So I don't speak to you Excuse me, you're not a plug So I don't speak to you Excuse me, you're not a plug So I don't speak to you Excuse me, you're not a plug So I don't speak to you How you get all that in a pair of jeans? Girl you some action I've never seen Girl you some action I've never seen How you get all that in a pair of jeans? And I just wanna take you home and lay you down And I just wanna take you home and lay you down And I used to deal with your padre, a long time ago Since then I moved on, but I still deal dope Takin' trips out to Bogota, I used to cash hard stales I was in love with your madre Go meet her, now I got my own cartel Ain't from Puerto Rico, move to New Orleans South Baton Rouge, sellin' cocaine Don't you feel the love in the air? Don't you smell the drugs in the air? When you come to Colombia When you come to Colombia Girl you some Girl you some action I've never seen [?] Don't you feel the love in the air? In the air You can smell the drugs in the air In the air When you come to Colombia I am not a king nor a don I am something way far beyond And I done mixed the land of the stars I be singin' praise to Allah I be up all night We was children when we first met Playin' in [?] fields Runnin' through [?] Didn't even know what it is Helpin' Bobby crush the cocoa leaves That was way before machines Used to love [?] in the villa Makin' noise where no one would hear us Goddamn I don't wanna leave And damn I don't wanna leave You [?] And I gotta ship the perico Dinero and [?] Americano And I gotta get it back overseas And I gotta get it back overseas Dinero and [?] Americano And I gotta get it back overseas How you get all that in a pair of jeans? Girl you some action I've never seen Girl you some action I've never seen How you get all that in a pair of jeans? And I just wanna take you home and lay you down And I just wanna take you home and lay you down And I used to deal with your padre, a long time ago Since then I moved on, but I still deal dope Takin' trips out to Bogota, I used to cash hard stales I was in love with your madre Go meet her, now I got my own cartel Run it up, bein' broke a bad dream NASCAR with the NASCAR seats Jaguar with the all black feets TO6 spillin' Act on me Hit the mall, I ran out of shit to buy Ball, got a lot of shit that I supply [?] mine then you know I gotta ride Bitch that I'm with, she won't even visit I ain't even trippin', fuck her, she can die Dyin' inside, thinkin' homicide I call where I hate to be alive Letters, I am contemplatin' suicide Say I'm keepin' this between you and I Wanna make love, she ain't got the time Always in her feelings, blamin' it on business I just got a mistress, fuck all that [?] I want you to know I'm lovin' somethin' else I want you to know I'm lovin' someone else I want you to know I'm fuckin' in your bed I hope what I wrote be fuckin' with your head You should have tried to hold on to me You should have tried to hold on to me You gon' miss me one day You gon' miss me one day You gon' miss me one day You gon' miss me one day