Lyrical Breakdown of Round The Roses - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Round The Roses" 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 "Round The Roses" 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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Ay I'ma fuck her soft tonight
I ain't really finna go too hard (but tomorrow, tomorrow?)
Ain't really nothing major tonight, though (but tomorrow though?)
Ain't gonna do too much
Feed the b- then bust in her ass, like
Ain't doing too much tonight
I'm givin' her semi pipe
But tomorrow b- I'ma give her all of it
Ring around the roses dawg
These niggas keep fallin' down
Ashes on my Saint Laurent
Ashley keep on calling now
Ashley be getting aggravated
Found my winning sh- young nigga done activated
Everybody was runnin' from me 'cause I was pistol banging too much
I turnt down on my thuggin', they cross-examinating too much
Court dates done got boring now
I don't like orange now
I like peach
She say, "Glee"
Ion eat sweets
Pussy sour
Tryna catch Rick Ross
I'm the richest nigga out of Dade and Broward
Kodak and you know dat
I ain't fucking with no peons
Kodak and you know dat
I ain't fucking with no couch
I pulled up on a bike at the Met Gala
Yeah, I was just selling D-white, nigga Howard
Ain't doin too much tonight
I'm Zit back Zoolin though
I'ma kill her if she cheat 'cause that's a stupid hoe
I ain't doin too much tonight
I'ma give her semi pipe
But tomorrow b- I'ma give her all of it, heh
Ain't doing too much tonight
I'm givin' her semi pipe
But tomorrow b- I'ma give her all of it
Ring around the roses dawg
These niggas keep fallin' down
Ashes on my Saint Laurent
Ashley keep on calling now
Don't suck my dick too fast, I don't like no motor mouth
The crib granite, marble, bih all around
The bitch got my heart but I ain't weak for pussy
Got a sniper 'round the roses, nigga in your bushes
I told her I ain't fuckin wit it, she don't tat my name on it
I told them niggas, "Bih don't tie my name in it"
Just bought a brand new dome, 'boutta put some daisies on it, yeah
She lookin' at me, she can tell I got some pain in me
I was standing in the rain, I'm selling nicks and dimes
Just bought my mama a chain, her shit big as mine
I ain't doin' too much tonight, tomorrow I'm super turnt
He done hit that hoe wit no condom, now lil' homie burnt
I ain't doin too much tonight
I'ma give her semi pipe
But tomorrow b- I'ma give her all of it, yo
I bagged a nigga before when I was on house arrest (facts)
Before you come to my house, gotta take a Corona test
Ain't doing too much tonight
I'm givin' her semi pipe
But tomorrow b- I'ma give her all of it
Ring around the roses dawg
These niggas keep fallin' down
Ashes on my Saint Laurent
Ashley keep on calling now, yeah, mm
Yeah, ring around the roses, but I don't play with children, nigga (yuh)
Ring around the roses, but I don't play with kids, nigga