Lyrical Breakdown of Regret - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Uh uh he don't deserve you, serve you, He gon regret that he hurt you, hurt you Letoya, I made you cool, You wasn't dat dude, Until I started f-cking with you, Gave you swag (swag) and a duffle bag, You left the best you had now you gon act like that, I got you right, i changed your life, Suicide doors, side co-sign, Gucci rags, louie travel bag, You left the best you had, Baby don't look so mad, You must regret the day that you left me You must regret the day that you left me Still trying to get back (get back) Still trying to get back (back, back with me) Still trying to get back (back, back with me) Ooohhhh VIP, its all on me, And now you at the bar with 1, 2 drinks, Popping game, you look so lame, Without me your pimping ain't the same, First class flights, dipped in lights, I had your neck and wrist oh so bright, Popping tags is a thing of the past, You lost everything you had chasing those scallywags, He he, listen Hey sexy, Tell em that its over, Tell em you my baby, And my coup is your stroller, Tell em this louis Vuitton scarf is your bib, Or that you call me daddy and my house is your crib, And if he cries I know how to control that, Give him some bottles of this conjure cognac, Just to shut him up, She said you wasn't half the man I am so I guess you had to double up, He still trying to get back like the soldiers, Dreaming and then its time to wake him up like Folgers, I just hold her, you used put a load of Sh-t up on the brain, but you lame now its over, I keep her by my side like a holster, I plan to make a full house and I ain't talking bout Poker, But i might poke her and just stroke her, Cos i'm about treat her like a real man supposed ta, Luda, ha I know you regret it homie, You dropped your dime and i picked it up, Shes mine, You cant have her back Imma treat her like a queen that she is, man, Teach you a lesson!