Lyrical Breakdown of Tales - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Ha-ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha

Tell you all about it, from mopeds to dope heads

Tell you all about it, pops livin' and still dead

Tell you all about it, rag blue but bleed red

Tell you all about it, TV done got us all

Tell you all about it, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha, ha, haa

Who that N-word in that candy glow? (Glow)

Who that kid with no drive but at the park? (Park)

You niggas tag it on walls, we spray the cars, uh (Uh)

Nigga, you that dude behind tape, surrounded art, uh (Uh)

Drop the jet, I found my arch, uh (Uh)

Before Instagram, we gram first the month (Yeah)

Before the gates on our block, we in the front (Uh, yeah)

Before I called you my friend, we shot the ones (Uh)

Stretch smoke in my blunt, I need the funds (Uh, yeah)

Look (Nigga)

I could've went deep one, but like I wasn't wit' it

My SATs and grades was high enough, but I wasn't with it

I could bring my dawgs with me so I wasn't wit' it

With the biscuit off the counter, me and Floyd get to dumping

Not a drop of blood in us but can't say we ain't cousins

Was on the thizz all week, I think I'm finally recovering

Now tell your body (Your body, your body, your body, uh)

Woo (Yo)

Now tell your (My feelings, my demons)

I'm living, I'm dreaming

Now, tell your body (I've found it, I've tried it)

I felt it, my fire

How many tears am I gonna shed for our goal? (Uh)

The pigs been known is my heart been skipping

I lost religion, my nine ain't perfect

A star is born, sometimes I drive-by, I need it

My baby mama paid the bills, I ain't have shit on the smoke

The homies tell me I'ma burn up but never threw me a rope

They left me hanging on the corner, my whole life in my stash

One more strike, I'm with the lifeless, split the fifty in half

I watch a nigga lose his life right in front of his kids

We keep the cycle back and forth, the demons smother our gifts

They put percentages in front of us, wouldn't give us a chance

The only way that we'll see 30 'less is we live in the can

Then probably miss my mom funeral, my daughter a hoe

Because the man of the house ain't the man no mo

And the bitch I call my girl, she done found my dope

I send her in a deep depression 'til our post went ghost

And I just sit and watch from hell as the pyro grow

So long, stuck behind the fire tryna clown my flow

I tell your body

(Your body, your body, your body, your body...)

(Woo)