Lyrical Breakdown of Fire - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kid Cudi feat. Travis Scott weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fire" 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 Kid Cudi feat. Travis Scott 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 Kid Cudi feat. Travis Scott's narrative.

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Easy, turn your radio Turn your radio... off Watch me now, baby, baby Uh uh, uh uh Bitches in my ear, they saying they love me You don't love Scott, you love the Kid Cudi I ain't no fucking slouch, show you what I'm 'bout My energy is a bit too precious, too drenched in them blessings Transitioning to my inner, I'm hearing their voice Tell me stay in focus, keep focusing, boy Feeling like a Chilly Billy The man everywhere I go, in any city I mean, damn the girls, girls, girls galore I mean, damn the girls, girls, girls adore Mixing florescent to the core of the accouterment Off the tippy titty, setting off my groupie radar Sipping Hen, dapping hands off the roof of my Porsche A fresh nigga at large, a fresh nigga go hard All my youngins say keep it going All my youngins, they dumb and repping, they always knowing Got some pride in your town, I'm spotting 'em lately Three piece suit and I'm looking so cute Sexy mama, send her way, you doing it hunnid Them hating fucks sidelining and question what you do Not this, my nigga, you been here Not this, my nigga, you ain't here Big boss, I made your heart heavy Can't stop me, can't carry me, baby Life ain't easy sober, we live so geeky Did just what you taught us, kept peace, no drama Phoned home to the moon, did you change your number? If and when you get this message, need you back home Big bro, big bro, big bro, big bro Back home Big bro, we need you, come home Back home Big bro, big bro, shit's fucked, come home High-i-i-er, High-i-i-i-i-er High-i-i-er, High-i-i-i-i-er High-i-i-er, High-i-i-i-i-er High-i-i-er, High-i-i-i-i-er Nightmares kept a nigga from closing his lids Since a kid, I've been haunted by visions of death Such a trip, now it's normal, I customed the grip Think they gon' know, think the door the haunters ain't left Now tell me what's a young nigga to do? When the zombies are coming for you Load up them Daryl Dixons Supply the race, turn the pave, relaxing, I'm ripping Last week I almost weaved right off of Mulholland Chiefing good like I should, alone in my thoughts All the awesome places I've gone to and witnessed Is it worth the paranoia, betrayal, and loss? Nah nah, heroes can't simply have it all Sacrifice, but see heroes don't sleep, we hear the call My nieces know Uncle Scottie is so rock 'n' roll My princess Vada know rock 'n' roll daddy got the glow Got some pride in your town, I'm spotting 'em lately Three piece suit and I'm looking so cute Sexy mama, send her way, you doing it hunnid Them hating fucks sidelining and question what you do Not this, my nigga, you been here Not this, my nigga, you ain't here Big boss, I made your heart heavy Can't stop me, can't carry me, baby Life ain't easy sober, we live so geeky Did just what you taught us, kept peace, no drama Phoned home to the moon, did you change your number? If and when you get this message, need you back home Big bro, big bro, big bro, big bro Back home Big bro, we need you, come home Back home Big bro, big bro, shit's fucked, come home High-i-i-er, High-i-i-i-i-er High-i-i-er, High-i-i-i-i-er High-i-i-er, High-i-i-i-i-er High-i-i-er, High-i-i-i-i-er