Lyrical Breakdown of The Spins - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Spins" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Mac Miller weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Spins" 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 Mac Miller 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 Mac Miller's narrative.
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Dope shit like that, Jerm
Oh, hi
Welcome back to K.I.D.S., um
Follow your dreams, yeah
Wanna get a mansion, a jacuzzi
A theater to watch my movies
Couple whips and lots of fancy things
The kids, they call the Goonies
I see the future, crystal ball
Mirror, mirror hangin' on the wall
Who the flyest white boy of them all?
Got your girlfriend screenin' all the calls
She bubblin', we fuckin', then you cuddlin'
Like, baby, where the fuck you been?
Don't wanna tell you she in love with him
So, so we ain't sayin' nothin'
You could probably tell she bluffin'
'Cause she kiss you with the mouth
She gave me head with my concussion
Yeah, she blushin', all red
Wanna rush and go to bed
You interrogate that bitch like you the feds
So she says she in love with a rockstar, rockstar
Wanna smoke my weed, so she asks me where the tops are, tops are
Oh
Oh (Top drawer, haha)
Oh (Yeah)
Honey, I need you 'round (Ha)
I know
I know (Just some motherfuckin' kids)
Oh
Oh
Oh
Honey, I need you 'round (Make money, fuck bitches)
I know (Yeah)
I know (Pittsburgh, hey, Jerm, hey)
These hoes is drunk, wanna come and smoke this blunt
Then let me take 'em home and do anything I want
I said, baby, I can ride you, just let me get inside you
I can take you higher if you hit this vaporizer
I got that dope dick, I'll be your supplier
You grabbin' on my sheets and hittin' notes like you Mariah
Obsessed with me, undress a freak on ecstasy
I'm out and then she textin' me
Like, "What you doin' next week, next week?" (Yeah)
Hear me now, I'm down on knees and praying
Though my faith is weak
Without you so please, baby, please give us a chance
Make amends and I will stand up till the end
A million times, a trillion more (Hey)
Oh
Oh
Oh (Hey)
Honey, I need you 'round (I just wanted to inform y'all)
I know (I'm drunk as fuck)
I know (Most Dope, bitch)
Oh
Oh
Oh (K.I.D.S., what's up?)
Honey, I need you 'round (I'm high as fuck, yeah, yes, sir)
I know (Oh, I graduated, oh, yeah)
I know (I just graduated high school, haha)
Hey, homie
Don't be mad that your girl loves me (Don't cut anything yet)
It's not my fault (Yeah)
I'm just doin' me (Haha)
If your girl love me, let her love me, you feel me?
So, baby
Smile (Uh-huh)
Baby, don't cry
I will only fly
With you by my side