Lyrical Breakdown of Home (KOD) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Home (KOD)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Playboi Carti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Home (KOD)" 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 Playboi Carti 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 Playboi Carti's narrative.
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Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home
She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those
She a spoiled lil' bitch, I bought her all her clothes
You know I treat you good, I don't wanna meet your hoes
I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows
We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals
We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes
You changin' mood swings, you got me, I don't know
We gettin' back in, walked through the back door
You had some surgeries, but it's still fat, though
You like the cash, girl, you helped the cash grow
You drive a Lambo' with some leg room
Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home
She don't play with bitches, she don't play with hoes
Yeah, she with the shits, she might kill a ho, yeah
If it's 'bout Yung Carti, yeah, my bitch on go
When she on that molly, anything goes
She was in Miami on a fuckin' boat
With some ball players, she left them niggas broke
She just text my phone, told me, "I'm alone"
I respond back, "When you comin' home?"
She respond back, "I was in my zone"
The money counter on, the money counter on
Uh, hold up, what you talkin' 'bout? Come here
Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home