Lyrical Breakdown of Here Comes the Weekend (feat. Eminem) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Here Comes the Weekend (feat. Eminem)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how P!nk feat. Eminem weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Here Comes the Weekend (feat. Eminem)" 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 P!nk feat. Eminem 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 P!nk feat. Eminem's narrative.

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Here comes, comes the weekend Hear it callin' like a siren (oh, oh) We don't want no problems We don't like them, keep it moving Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) I just wanna play Big city, holiday So get out of my way If you know What's better for ya I'm tearing up the night Lipstick and leather tight Not looking for a fight, no (oh, oh) High heels and cherry wine Not wasting any time We're ticking like a bomb about to go (off!) Here comes, comes the weekend Hear it callin' like a siren (oh, oh) We don't look for trouble Just enough to see in double Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) Drink some pink champagne I don't know you yet But we'll forget so Fuck what they say Let's run the floor Until it breaks I'm tearing up the night Lipstick and leather tight Not looking for a fight, no (oh, oh) High heels and cherry wine Not wasting any time We're ticking like a bomb about to go (off!) Here comes, comes the weekend Hear it callin' like a siren (oh, oh) We don't look for trouble Just enough to see in double Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) (yep, yep) Nothing high class in my glass, only bottles I pop Are bottles of pop so when I pop up in the spot I'm prob-ably not gonna be wanting to pop bubbly or Ciroc I'm not Puffy, but I'ma run the city tonight When I hit it, I might act like a fricking idiot Diddy mixed with a medieval knight Big city lights, little indignity Hot diggity, this Biggie is getting me hype I don't get some liquor, I'll hurt you, I'll knock your dick in the dirt Bickering worse than that bitch in that Snickers commercial A mixture of Stiffler and Urkel, hanging from the light fixture I hope you pricks are insured for this building 'cause we're tearing it down Security, get out the fricking way, Jesus Chrysler LeBaron it's loud I swear the only thing I hear is the sound Of sirens going "Ahh, ahh" 'Cause Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) (Oh, oh) Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh)