Lyrical Breakdown of LOOOVE (feat. Kid Cudi) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "LOOOVE (feat. Kid Cudi)" 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 "LOOOVE (feat. Kid Cudi)" 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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I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time (long time, long time)
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time (long time, long time)
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
They give me, they give me love, they love the Scott
They love how the disc rock, they loving the Jac'
No Wi-Fi, we hot spotting, connected the block
Rolling through the club, we feelin' the love
Iller than my trees, they jocking my steeze, please
Five hundred degrees, nigga, who hotter than me? (Bitches, yeah)
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
They love me, love me, love me, yeah, they love me long time
They love me, they love me, love to show me love (love)
They love me, love me, love me, yeah, they love me long time
They love me, they love me, love to show me love (love)
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
Come and kick back with us
This a new religion, come and have mass with us
Tell me, have you made love to a bachelor?
Turning bad city, used to grow up in the backwoods
Come take a ride with the real, it's the last of us
We gon' make them vogue bitches turn racheter
First task, now look, you used to laugh at us
Pass the Activist 'cause a nigga past passivist
Imagine my world of misogyny
Nigga, fuck a, fuck a monogamy
Got her head tipped over the driver's seat
Meet me, don't go tell my mama 'bout this, baby
Hold up, we gon' own the summer
Never, never stressing, no, we always hit the numbers
Cuzzo always stressing, always cuffing different numbers
Know he tired of making shit, you know the streets don't make diplomas
Drunk something, tryna find my keys
I find myself looking down at the stars, the bees
The stars align, remember when it was Ramadan
Might try a line, might try some crime, might try to dime
But now it's time
Baby, now it's time, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
I get the love and they giving it up like
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time (time, time)
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time (long time, long time)
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time (long time, long time)
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
It's on fire toni-
The night is too young and the love in the air, it hit me
Follow all the vibes, I'm in every city
Gamble with your life, thinking 'bout it woday
Tell ya homie chill tonight, you don't want it with him
We raise our glasses, the madness
The tiny waist, the asses, dancing in trances
Baby say she ready and we 'bout to find out
Don't be mad that your girl done found 'bout
And we get it
Never lied, rager-fied, on a mission
And they looking like they know, but they didn't
Let me slip into my mode, I slip round the notes
Smoking plenty with tequila, baby
Members of The Rage runway with it
Fashion week in Paris, front row with it
Diamonds always dancing, no bullshitting
See a Black god on the job, yeah, I'm so winning