Lyrical Breakdown of Summertime - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Summertime" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game feat. Jelly Roll weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Summertime" 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 The Game feat. Jelly Roll 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 The Game feat. Jelly Roll's narrative.
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I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
I think I might bang the whole summer
Pull up on the block in that old Missy Hummer
Hop out with my bandana tied around my head like Pac
Westside nigga, never had a problem banging BIG
Who would ever know I spit crack when I was slanging it
My Uncle Greg whipped it all the time
My Daddy used to whip it all the time
My brother started whipping his and mine
I sat back, played my position until I got the hang of it
On my way to school in that Michael Jordan jersey
Crips used to sweat me but I ain't nervous
And I wore it on purpose
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
They don't know
About the summertime, a lot of niggas dyin'
They don't know
About the summertime, I'm just tryna survive
All I ever wanted was a red Honda
Yeah, you can tuck the rag but the tats don't lie
Give me a trap queen, we gon' sell it
Give me a trap queen, we gon' sell it
Tell me, what you gon' do when the trap goes dry?
You can try Visine but the stats don't lie
And I hope you ain't alone when you sell it
Said I hope you ain't alone when you sell it
Took 5 shots and survived the pine box
Swear I'm happy I'm still here so I can tell it
I know you're jealous, I know you don't like me
But you whoopin' my ass or killin' me is unlikely
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I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
They don't know
About the summertime, a lot of niggas dyin'
They don't know
About the summertime, I'm just tryna survive