Lyrical Breakdown of Endless Nights - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Endless Nights" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Endless Nights" 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 Kodak Black 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 Kodak Black's narrative.
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(One hundred percent juice)
Huh
Blinkin' the bullets, lay you down in it
I'm in Aspen, I got cabin fever
I'm in traffic right now, I'm slashin', I'm cuttin'
I ain't that crazy, girl, I know you a keeper
I bet that nigga there must be tired of livin'
I don't know why else would you want me thinkin' we beefin'
I'm in a black Scat packin' a MAC
Kodak the boss, that mean they slidin' for Yak
I'm havin' fat backs, Venus, Serena
I'm at the Suns game, Phoenix arena
My nigga from bail gates, know he a demon
I fucked her once, I don't even care what else
Endless nights turn to morning
Hate on me, I'm still gettin' money
Once it's beef, I need me somethin'
I'll get you slumped, I don't even care what else
I'll show my hand, I don't care how the cards was dealt
It's Young GunWunna, I risk it all for wealth
She do it on her own, don't wanna ask for help
She saw the house and went and bought a Jag herself
I pull her pony hair and smack her on the ass, oh yeah
I been fish-bowlin' in that Bentley with no glass, all clear
Bought bigger karats, okay, now I can hear (Now I can hear)
Come to my room, you gon' smell sex in the air (Sex in the air)
Endless nights, early morning
Ringin' my line (Line) whenever she horny
Gunna keep a dime (Dime) and I'm gettin' money
We don't pour it light (Light), all our cups muddy (Muddy)
Fifty for a flight (Flight), that's a nigga's budget (Budget)
Fuck if they don't like, all my bitches love it
Blinkin' the bullets, lay you down in it
I'm in Aspen, I got cabin fever
I'm in traffic right now, I'm slashin', I'm cuttin'
I ain't that crazy, girl, I know you a keeper
I bet that nigga there must be tired of livin'
I don't know why else would you want me thinkin' we beefin'
I'm in a black Scat packin' a MAC
Kodak the boss, that mean they slidin' for Yak
I'm havin' fat backs, Venus, Serena
I'm in the Hawks game, Philips Arena
My nigga from Shady Park, know he a demon
I fucked her once, I don't even care what else
Endless nights turn to morning
Hatin' on me, I'm still gettin' money
Once it's beef, I need me somethin'
I'll get you slumped, I don't even care what else