Lyrical Breakdown of For Ya Love - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "For Ya Love" 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 Tech N9ne employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Strange Music special collection K.C. fixtures 4 a.m. to 8 a.m, I been drinkin', poppin' Goin' in, keepin' ya love, goin' crazy for ya Cigarettes, I'm out of blunts, I won't keep the party jumpin' for ya Just for ya love (for ya love) 4 a.m. to 8 a.m., 1 a.m Drinkin' shots to 2 a.m, 3 a.m Smokin' more, you wanted more all until the party's over She's out the door, yeah, yeah It's for your love, it's for your love, it's for your love It's for your love, it's for your love, it's for your love Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you You thought you had a keeper Head dock when you puffin' on sativa Never thought I'd be a reason to leave her, ya diva Got the keys for ya love and ya leisure It's lots of partyin', can't nobody stop the car she in Got the star, nobody tops your gnarly friend You bought bars, then it's popped, the scars begin Thoughts, know nothing, lots like Rastafarians Got you goin' through emotions When you find out there's no devotion It's you she ghostin', when ya girl fled Was playing in your head again and again in slow motion Now you feelin' anger and got a grudge Sick, thinkin' somebody hittin' wit no glove All because up under anger ain't nothin' but hurt But up under that, you know it ain't nothin' but love Stuck When you finally realize it ain't no us, you don't give no fucks 'Cause the bitch turn around with your boys, givin' up your stuff Ain't no trust, ain't no fuss 'Cause everybody already know what's up What you thought was the one ain't nothin' but a slut When I target other people involved and straight buss On mamas, for all the dishonor, you might catch a fed case Really wanna see bloodshed for the parties in your bed Wanna pump a lot of lead up in they headspace It's a blessing, bruh, when it don't matter who's sexin' her Keep the vet in ya, but the women livin' dirty What you think all the stress and aggression for? It's for your love, it's for your love, it's for your love It's for your love, it's for your love, it's for your love Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you Don't wanna go without ya Same nightmares, I wake up like I was just around ya Another month and I might overdose to forget about ya I'm goin' crazy, this ain't gangsta, you just took it out me Hell, you just took it out me I'm just tryna bang, bang myself With another little main thang that won't help I just had sex all week, brand new freaks I don't know the names, still can't sleep And then you call me just to hear me lonely Say you gon' pull up on me, and never show up on me You selfish bitch I bought these drugs, you didn't show up, you left me stuck You left me stuck, now I give up, I had enough Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you You selfish bitch I called you up to call your bluff, you didn't pick up The phone hung up, you wrong as fuck, you wrong as fuck Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you (gang hit you) Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you Tech N9ne, Marley Young Real shit