Lyrical Breakdown of Return Of The Mack - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Return Of The Mack" 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 "Return Of The Mack" 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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Tend to hurt you when a person make you hurt inside (Woah) While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind (Woah woah woah) I ran some G and got a bag, But it ain't like it used to be (It ain't like it used to be) Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? I don't get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag) On my turf I'm the man, I just purr'd in your cat I took the pain and the ache when it came wit' it (Bang) Gave you a little taste of fame and you changed wit' it They told you not to fuck wit' me but you ain't listen (Yes) You used to fuck me all night and now You way different (Now you way different) I see you starin' off in space like your brain missin' I used to grip on your little waist while my chain glisten (Ooo) In the mirror making faces my little thing in you Come up and visit me in prison 'round the gang members (Gang) I love to show you off 'cause you somethin' serious (Uh) Who you be textin' all the time? I'm just curious Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag) On my turf I'm the man, I just purr'd in your cat Tends to hurt you when a person make you hurt inside (Woah) While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind (Woah woah woah) I ran some G and got a bag, But it ain't like it used to be (It ain't like it used to be) And baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? I don't get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag) On my turf I'm the man, I just purr'd in your cat Your lil' pussy feel expensive 'cause my teeth diamonds Even ate ya on your rag, and I got pink diamonds I'm a vampire They be tellin' stories 'bout me 'round the campfire I love it when you stand in front of me and whine for me Used to feel all on your booty when we out in public Baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout our love? I don't get tired, I hit the gas, then we power it up He must of told ya', he was 'bout to leave his wife for ya' And y'all can run off, he forever be on side of you Thinkin' that the grass is green, I know you tired of it Then he ran off wit' your money, nigga lied to you Tends to hurt you when a person make you hurt inside While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind I ran some G and got a bag, But it ain't like it used to be (It ain't like it used to be) Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? I don't get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag) On my turf I'm the man, I just purr'd in your cat Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? I'm here, swaggin', pants saggin' and I'm powered up Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout how I love? Breadwinner fly, I'm a big driver and I'm powered up Sharin' moments, I never thought that you would turn on me I really wanted you, but all you really want is surgery Found out you still fuck with him, and bae, that hurted me You can't be lying, under oath, bae, that's perjury We hold at court, I'm convicting you of burglary You stole my heart then ran off, you'd like to murder me I swear when I heal off from this shit, bitch, I swear I'ma shit on you Return of the mack, bitch, I'm turnt on yo' ass Bought my new bird a bag, while I skrrt in the Jagg See I'm a giver, I got a big heart, and I like to love But most people are lovers of themselves Shit tends to hurt you when a person make you hurt inside While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind I ran some G and got a bag, But it ain't like it used to be (It ain't like it used to be) Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? I don't get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag) On my turf I'm the man, I just purr'd in your cat (Turn to yo' senses)