Discover the poetic beauty in ‘West Side Highway’ by A$AP Rocky. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Rocky or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
These days of preference has no complexion
You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin
Just light the candle, (gold sweats) down the handle, life’s a gamble
And she know, love with me is like a sea note, a side a Reno
A couple white lies, a cup of white wine a pino, Italian grigio
House keys to P.O.
Ride from overseas but that’s basic
Wasted high on the west side highway
Drunk enough to f*ck with, face it
Hangovers, leftovers in the Range Rover
Shame on her, make up or get a makeover
Thank over, glim fitted start to takeover
When I brainstorm, all the hoes ain’t got a thing on her
Audemars, season order like summer fall
I throw the Audemars, then I throw out all the ball
New Dior from the boutique store
Only thing in common that we got is that we want it all
Little cutie pie, saw her looking super fly
More Justin Timberlake on my suit and tie
Try to scrutinize, cause I keep two inside
Suicides, no sir, hoes get the uber ride
Or we can kiss ’til the sun come up
Or, sit on my lap ’til somethin’ come up
She ain’t really wanna club, I ain’t really wanna judge
Girl just wanna have fun ’til the fun run up
On the high way to my place, it’s higher than you ever been
By to my way, we be all day, me, you and all your friends
In love, fuckin’ in love
Just too much
These days of preference has no complexion
You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin
Just light the candle, (gold sweats) down the handle, life’s a gamble
And she know, love with me is like a sea note, a side a Reno
A couple white lies, a cup of white wine a pino, Italian grigio
House keys to P.O.
Ride from overseas but that’s basic
Wasted high on the west side highway
Drunk enough to f*ck with, face it
On the high way to my place, it’s higher than you ever been
By to my way, we be all day, me, you and all your friends
In love, fuckin’ in love
Just too much