Lyrical Breakdown of HIT THE STREETZ IN MY NIKES - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "HIT THE STREETZ IN MY NIKES" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kid Cudi weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "HIT THE STREETZ IN MY NIKES" 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 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's narrative.

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Everybody's Everybody's I swear to God, I'm nice, nigga, go! Things I need (yeah) Love and lots of weed, huh (yuh) In this lucid dream (trippy, trippy) 'Til there's one just small caviat (yeah) She said, "Come show me, boy" (I say that) Live what you imagine, ma' Say what you need from me (yeah), yeah I got you, a'ight, ma' (yuh) They know I'm that nigga, they know (they know) Keep my focus, stay low (stay low) All we want out these evenings Baby, look, I'm a star Ain't no games, ain't no running Watch me move, honey Call me up if you're lonely, lonely (yeah) Hit the streets in my Nikes (get 'em) Just in rose gold Watch it up high, oh And they can't surf, no, boy (yeah) Been did it before, yah (huh) Hey, you, get money, baby, baby (yeah) (Yeah) I like the way (yeah) We go high (yeah) We ride my wave 'til sun-sunlight To ride the wave, we go high We ride my wave, ain't sober You flow, that girl, she open, it shows (yeah) Got my tequila in this moment Can't deny that she glows, she glows And I get that feeling, uh That I care about the glow Big business, yeah, yeah, yeah They say, "That nigga too cold" Hit the streets in my Nikes (yeah) Just in rose gold Watch it up high, oh (let's go) And they can't surf, no, boy (surfing, surfing) Been did it before, yah (yah) Hey, you, get money, baby, baby (yeah) Hit the streets in my Nikes (Nikes) Just in rose gold Watch it up high, oh And they can't surf, no, boy (surf up, surf up) Been did it before, yah Hey, you, get money, baby, baby Yeah, hmm Get money, baby, baby Na-na-na-na (INSANO-)