Lyrical Breakdown of ROSE STREET - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "ROSE STREET" 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 "ROSE STREET" 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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Yeah I don't sing no love songs, no I never sang no love songs, no Yeah, ayy Baby, how you got that little bitch gettin' you mad Got some shit you gotta deal with, pimp in my past Hate the bitch who hit the killswitch when it get bad Figure skating, takin' field trips, flippin' them racks On the back street, ten times ten on the dash All gas no brakes 'cause I'm livin' like that Came up outta every case with my crippin' intact She be lying to my face so I hit from the back Let a real nigga know if you a house wife or a ho Picked the blacker berry, I ain't dealing with the snow We ain't gettin' married, girl, I'm gettin' to the door RPGO (yeah), yeah She said she in love, what's that? Trust, what's that? Us, what's that? Yeah (you know the deal) I'm married to the gang, don't be playing games (yeah) Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave (yeah) She said she in love, what's that? (Love) Trust, what's that? (Love) Us, what's that? Yeah (yeah) I'm married to the money, don't be playing games (yeah, it's 'bout the money) Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave (what's that? Graves, yeah) Red Ferrari seats, all my homies bled out on these streets Makeup on my sheets, make up sex stress, hope she leave Reaching for my keys, she like, "Where you going? Stay with me" Hate to see her beg (beg), she don't want me dead (dead) Posted on the block, when it's war, ain't no warning shots Bullet hit his top, all his homies ran, his body dropped You can't have my heart but I promise you'll be in my thoughts We don't go on dates unless I bring what keep me safe I promise you, you don't gotta stress, it's gon' be okay, yeah Okay, I'm lying, living day by day Just don't waste my time, is you here to stay? Don't pay attention to the shit you hear 'em say, man Can't press rewind, life is like the movies, baby Pray you don't use me, baby Pray they don't shoot me, baby Only way you'll lose me I been feeling loopy lately I keep it on me, I don't use the safety, nah She said she in love, what's that? Trust, what's that? Us, what's that? Yeah (you know the deal) I'm married to the gang, don't be playing games (yeah) Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave (yeah) She said she in love, what's that? (Love) Trust, what's that? (Love) Us, what's that? Yeah (yeah) I'm married to the money, don't be playing games (yeah, it's 'bout the money) Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave (yeah, what's that? Graves) What's that? (Dead homies) What's that? (Dead homies) (yeah, yeah) Ayy, ayy, I need y'all to turn this up real quick What's that? (Yeah, yeah) What's that? (Yeah, yeah) I'm only bringing flowers to the homies' graves Yeah I don't sing no love songs, no Ain't never sang no love songs, no Long Beach Flowers, what you want?