Lyrical Breakdown of The Relays (OG) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Relays (OG)" 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 "The Relays (OG)" 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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Man gon' lie like EA, hey
Tell her throw it back like a replay, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Run through the door like a relay, hey
Tell her throw it back like a replay, hey
Make it rotate like a DJ, hey
Hey, hey, 2K 'ey
Fly, fly, fly, fly
Man gon' lie like EA, hey
Tell her throw it back like a replay, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Run through the door like a relay, hey
Tell her throw it back like a replay, hey
Make it rotate like a DJ, hey
Hey, hey, 2K 'ey
Fly, fly, fly, fly
Work tha' lil' bitch like a tredmill
Put tha' bitch on the track like a adlib
Fake tits, fake hair, but her ass real
Brown skin, light skin, like Aunt Viv
Put a arch in your back like a caterpillar
Boss max, tell that bitch call me daddy
I be gettin' the street money like bankroll
Tooted up in the air like a stank hoe
Make a bitch do a line like a drumroll
On her knees, make her blow like a trumbone (suck it)
Selling twight on the block like Mutombo (sell it)
She a thot, selling top like a front hoe (hoe)
Mob too flash, wrist too glass
Real street nigga, finger tips still ash
Wrist bust down, patty cake, new panty
Marshawn go, lil' hoe get ready
'Cause a man gon' lie like EA, hey
Tell her throw it back like a replay, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Run through the door like a relay, hey
Tell her throw it back like a replay, hey
Make it rotate like a DJ, hey
Hey, hey, 2K 'ey
Fly, fly, fly, fly
Man gon' lie like EA, hey
Tell her throw it back like a replay, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Run through the door like a relay, hey
Tell her throw it back like a replay, hey
Make it rotate like a DJ, hey
Hey, hey, 2K 'ey
Fly, fly, fly, fly
Throw that, throw back two ways
Pockets on baby, no due date
Don't feel no way
Racks so up can't lose weight (alright)
Style like grapes, iced tea on skates
Stacks like Stacey, get you four-five placement
Don't matter to me, I'm over the fee
I'm over TT, I crash out the V
Slide with the Gs, we lean on the Cs
End up at the top, it's nowhere to be
Out on the road, I'm out on the go
It's platinum, not gold, we sit in the road
Hunnids in rows, the hunnids don't fold
The hunnids don't, hunnids don't, hunnids, it go
Don't feel a way, it's been this way (alright)
Maxo been up, he ain't losing weight
Man gon' lie like EA, hey
Tell her throw it back like a replay, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey
Run through the door like a relay, hey
Tell her throw it back like a replay, hey
Make it rotate like a DJ, hey
Hey, hey, 2K 'ey
Fly, fly, fly, fly
Man gon' lie like EA, hey
Tell her throw it back like a replay, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Run through the door like a relay, hey
Tell her throw it back like a replay, hey
Make it rotate like a DJ, hey
Hey, hey, 2K 'ey
Fly, fly, fly, fly