Lyrical Breakdown of Apple Pie - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets

Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street

Won't you and your friends come eat with me

And let me show you how to whip that recipe

She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets

Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street

Won't you come over and eat with me

And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe

I don't want your apple pie, mama, yeah

I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me, yeah

Made it out the spot, straight to Quintana

And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka

I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup

I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher

Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas

I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me 'lone?

'Cause I don't want your apple pie, no no mama

I don't want your apple pie, no, yeah

I don't want your apple pie, mami

I don't want your apple pie no more

I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds

Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy

Yeah, I don't want your apple pie, mama

I need my own pepper please

My own legacy, my own recipe

I came to get it nominated

From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up

I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark

That y'all see a legacy go up

Goyard done break your pockets

Boy I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up

I make in one appearance what these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons

H-Town, know we gon' stunt

I'm for real and your Rollie tick

Look bitch, this the Rodeo

But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit

And I don't want your apple pie, mama

I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me

I am everything except a rapper

Shit I got it lit, 25 lighters on my dresser, oh, yeah

Roxanne tonight

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup)

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

Que será, será, so the story goes

On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute

Tours and shows and groupie whores

Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot

Though he'd rather not

Forever been the elephant in the room

That everyone can't wait to run and tell about

The head to the body of the belligerent militant group

That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised

Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised

Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind

Will he make it? Was it worth it?

Did he win? Will he survive? The Rodeo