Lyrical Breakdown of Drunk In Love (Remix) [ft. The Weeknd] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Drunk In Love (Remix) [ft. The Weeknd]" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how T.I. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Drunk In Love (Remix) [ft. The Weeknd]" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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I've been drinking
Boy, I'm drinking
I've been drinking
Boy, I'm drinking
I'm so drunk in with love with her
Her double Ds spilling out my double cup
And she say champagne ain't strong enough
But she never real say ain't long enough
When I lift up all that Herve Leger
Pussy express like that amazing there
Whatever you do better watch my hair
Too late, oops baby, it made it there
She trying to take it there
And now swerving all over in that Rolls Royce on the way to my house
And shorty been drinking like a fish all night, wanna hit it right now
No Merlot, just camel toe, slob all on my handle bar
Okay, handcuffs, I ain't no fan of those
But you ain't gonna need any hands at all
Now don't take this as misogyny when I say take this mahogany
And let me put it all in until it's hard to see
Beat it up and reverse 'til it's hard to breathe
Okay, you're not dealing with inexperienced plumbers, I'm giving you pipe, learn it
If I keep pouring up, you keep throwing backshots we'll be at it all night
Love (baby)
Love (we be all night)
Love (baby)
Love
Wanna fuck a skinny model right before her runway show
She the one in the back, nose running from the blow
And we did it on the floor, that's why she walkin' kind of funny
Should've never put us on, bitch, I'm only 24
And everybody salty, niggas stop your bitchin'
Everybody makin' money, we don't need to kick it
I'm chillin' with my niggas, everybody got a crib
Did an album just to do it, droppin' albums like a pill
Percocets, Adderall, ecstasy, pussy, money, weed
Faded for a week, I don't sleep, fuck my enemies
Try to stay sane is like a full-time hobby
Everything I do, fake niggas always copy
All I want to do is go on tour and drop albums
And if I live forever, probably drop a hundred thousand
Dick made out of magic, my tongue got superpowers
I woke up in the mornin', models passed out in the shower
And I woke up in the kitchen saying, "How the hell did this shit happen?"
Oh, baby, drunk in love
We be all night, love, oh yeah, love
We be all night, love, oh yeah, love
We be all night