Lyrical Breakdown of Hot Revolver - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hot Revolver" 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 Lil Wayne 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 Lil Wayne's narrative.

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Young Mullah Baby Hmm, Young Mullah Baby Uh, She's askin Do you have the time, To listen to me whine? She's askin Who's on the other line? You diss me everytime I tell her Baby i'm a star Shit I'm above a stars And now I done got so high I done forgotten Who you are (are, are) Uh uh, oh whoa oh whoa, uh huh Uh uh, oh whoa oh whoa, uh huh Uh uh, oh whoa oh whoa, uh huh Uh uh, oh whoa oh whoa I tell her I'm in love with you But I cant be with you Tomorrow Ill be back up on the first flight Right up out of town Uh Hop back in my Spaceship Girl I gotta drop your ass off (Eh eh e-eehh) Cause I just come to take it Then you know I gotta take off (Eh eh e-eehh) But Imma be here next week So call your company And take off Uh uh uh ooh whoa whoa Owheeey Uh uh uh ooh whoa whoa Owheeey And she say "Wayne, you ain't shit You got me all impatient" Cry me a river I can hear my conscious While I say aloud Boy you got a problem (A problem) And you ain't foolin no one But yourself (And you you ain't foolin no one) Your like a hot revolver (A hot revolver) But you ain't killin no one But yourself And Tunechi's gonna Find someone to love And you gon' yourself So all alone One minute she love me The next minute she hate me That's two minutes of my time She done wasted She say she Pray she have Weezy F.'s baby And I be having seizures But she said she can't shake me And my homie said she Cuter than my other bitches And everytime I'm in that pussy It feel custom fitted I swear I like her more Than she think I do Girl, when I think of you My dick just start to jumpin' Like a fucking kangaroo I suck and fuck and finger you But you want me to cling to you And I ain't asking you to change Cuz I know I can't jingle you I got my ways And you have your days And we gave it our best shot But I just got grazed I'm sorry Uh Boy you got a problem (A problem) And you ain't foolin no one But yourself (And you ain't foolin no one) Your like a hot revolver (A hot revolver) But you ain't killin no one But yourself And Tunechi's gonna Find someone to love And you gon' yourself So all alone