Discover the poetic beauty in ‘East Atlanta Love Letter’ by 6LACK. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 6LACK or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Freebandz
6LACK, yeah
Curiosity been at a all-time high in the tree tops
I remix your life like cut cocaine, it’s all re-wrap
Ain’t been wanting much lately, no, ’cause you my detox
Repeat, run it back, one more time, ’til we hit the sweet spot
Bet if we made love like we always knew each other (yeah)
You’d be searching far and wide but you wouldn’t want another
Does it make him happy?
If so, that’s what I’m on
I be at it ’til your troubles are gone
This a East Atlanta love letter, who gon’ love better?
Nobody, because I say so, and my words hit like a draco (oh)
(Oh, oh)
It’s a East Atlanta love letter, who gon’ love better?
Nobody, because I say so, and my words hit like a draco
(Curiosity)
Curiosity, it’s been a hard time high in the tree tops (uh, tree tops)
I remix your love like cut cocaine, it’s all rewrap (just like rewrap)
Ain’t been wanting much lately, no, ’cause you my detox (’cause you my detox, ay)
If we, run it back, one more time, ’til we hit the sweet spot
But if we made love like we always knew each other (But if we made love like we always knew)
You’d be searching far and wide but you wouldn’t want another (wouldn’t want ano-)
Does he make you happy? (Does he make you happy?)
If so, that’s what I’m on (If so, that’s what I’m on, hey)
This a East Atlanta love letter, who gon’ love better? (Yea)
Nobody, because I say so, and my words hit like a draco (brrr)
Comin’ from the bottom of the mud
Concrete filled up with blood (conc-)
Extended clip, no P-coat (extended)
Big pimp, damn that hoe (pimpin’)
Piss-po’ head to toe (yeah)
.44, let it go (let it)
Paddock, paddock, icicle (let it go)
Pink diamonds, what’s up? (What’s up?)
This is a Zone 6 stick up (what’s up?)
Come through, everything get hit up (what’s up?)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (what’s up?)
(What’s up?)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Love better
Love better? Nobody
Because I say so, and my words hit
East side
East side