Lyrical Breakdown of Feels Like Summer - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Vince Staples weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Feels Like Summer" 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 Vince Staples 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 Vince Staples's narrative.

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Whatever day, vibe, month it is, it just feels like summer

You know what I'm saying?

It always feels like summer in the neighborhood man

When you get a chance to come in

You get a chance to lay back, you get a chance to laugh

You get a chance to chill, best believe that, man

And being that it always feels like summer

Let's go ahead and make you feel like summer

Summertime in the LB wild

We gon' party 'til the sun or the guns come out

JB first one fouled out playing ball

Now the whole city love you, how?

But we know they wasn't down from the get go

Dirty got a dozen rounds, better get low

Lil Johnny gave his life for this shit

All he got was a plot and a bottle from the Winco

Still Norfside, Parkside, Vince stole

Two wins, new friends, we skip those

Try finessin' my way into Heaven, might hit that gate

Might fall from a big spla

On the concrete, real street runner

First month still feel like summer

Cold weather won't stop no gunner

Wrong hat, wrong day, I'd kill my brother

Ayy, summertime in the LB

Know it ain't shit a broke nigga gon' tell me now

Drop top with the top down now

All the bad bitches gon' feel me now, ayy

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

Scared money don't make money, hey

White man want take from me, hey

White fans at the Coachella, hey

Never been touched, niggas know better, hey (Ooh yeah)

Same ways since Summer School Baby Jay

Either I'ma make the news or make a play

Pass Alyssa house, coulda took a different route

Wouldn't be without, think about it every day

Moved on, life fast like that

Still struggle with the past, I'm strapped

Somebody gotta watch my back

Everybody wanna count my bag

Ease off me, these streets taught me

Speak softly, please don't taunt me

Knowin' Vic and them stayed on 8th

If they killed me, then I'd be great

Now they lookin' at me

Summertime in the LB

Know it ain't shit a broke nigga gon' tell me now

Drop top with the top down now

All the bad bitches gon' feel me now, ayy

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

Here it is man, I told y'all, "Feels like Summer"

No matter when it is man,

It always feels like summer in the Neighborhood

And being that it feels like Summer, let's do this man

Let's go outside