Lyrical Breakdown of Tokyo Nights - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tokyo Nights" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Logic weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Tokyo 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 Logic 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 Logic's narrative.
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Feel my soul from this flow
I'm a six-inch gash as far as openness go
I'm hopin' they know if I open the door
I'ma go and never come back
I'ma rewire your brain like a ounce of Prozac
I was a loser in school and now they cheer for us
Madison Square Garden is packed out for us
Fuck around and drop a whole album without a chorus
I'ma watch the money come like a clitoris
The force is with us of course
Spit your ho shit like a wicked divorce
But thank God, all the ladies, they adore us
I was Screech back in the day and-
Now a nigga Zack Morris
Fuck the chorus, real ones go to bat for us
April 21st, mom gave birth to a black Taurus
The beginnin', I was schemin', I was dreamin', I was thinkin'
I had to run away from all of my demons
I believe in a simple goal, stay true to what's you
And everybody else gon' see you for you
Good and bad, yin and yang, it's the same
It depends on your attentions, what's your aim? What's your end goal?
I had to touch down on myself, I'm in the end zone
A nigga had to go to hell twice just to get home
A nigga had to pay the whole price just for his skin tone
So even if I do this shit right, it still could end wrong
Drop a couple of jewels that you could live on
Me and Logic make this shit bump, it's like a ingrown
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