Lyrical Breakdown of MR. COOLA - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "MR. COOLA" 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 "MR. COOLA" 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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Yeah (huh) You know (yeah, yeah) I'm cool when it's just me all by myself I'm cool when I'm (yeah) in front of thirty thousand people (yeah, yeah) I'm cool when I'm with my chick (yeah) I'm even cooler when I'm with your chick (yeah) Cudi Catch 'em coastin' (yeah) and I'm roastin' (uh) - - lurkin' on the low, please (huh) don't approach him (huh) I'm givin' Mr. Wayne, while in all black, I'm sippin' potion (yeah, yeah) You think I - lost it, man, I really hate the notion (-) I keep it light, Mr. Coola, do it right, now come on, - (yeah) Cannot see me, me, me, me, me, what them - thinking? (Yeah, yuh) Into the night, I'm geeking, - keep takin' my lighters, man (yeah) Right back out on the streets with the freaks and the drinks And the pills, and the thrills (yeah), damn (yuh, huh) Whoo, whoo (-, yeah) It's the essence (uh-huh), coolin' when I'm out Got to mixin', I'm mixin', sick with it, diamonds in my mouth Uh-huh (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bounce, -, let you grab my wish, - -, man, I'm rich Don't forget (huh), godly (huh) on my mama (huh) Watch me flex my - (huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh) Huh, -, huh, - Mr. Coola out the fridge Baby, be my ace, dry my tank Man, I bought his -, hustlin' every week (grindin') Do so much, I'm like a freak, you wonder how I sleep, sleep While I'm walkin' to my drippy beat, mosh pit over the seats (yeah) Told that girl, don't focus on my dough (yeah) But love her company (yeah, baby) Oh, no, tequila in me Who gon' double with your -? All the liquor on me, man (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Baby girl say, "Run it back" (back) I'm drinkin' it, smokin', nigga, I'm potent All of 'em with me smokin', suckin' me (yeah) She pop, she lovin' me, uh (yeah) It's the essence (uh-huh), coolin' when I'm out Got to mixin', I'm mixin', sick with it, diamonds in my mouth Uh-huh (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bounce, -, let you grab my wish, - -, man, I'm rich Don't forget (huh), godly (huh) on my mama (huh, huh, huh) Watch me flex my - (huh, huh, huh) Huh, -, huh, - Mr. Coola out the fridge (huh) Baby, be my ace, dry my tank (yeah, yeah) Huh, huh (yeah) Huh (yeah, yeah)