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.
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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)