Lyrical Breakdown of Options (feat. JID) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Options (feat. JID)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Doja Cat feat. JID weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Options (feat. JID)" 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 Doja Cat feat. JID 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 Doja Cat feat. JID's narrative.

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I don't need loving, late-night cuffing Take it all off, you naughty Put it back on and pause it Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet Takin' that elsewhere, maybe We know we both got options I know you faded, boy I feel it wearing off Went to get Hen' and Coke I like the way you talk, yeah I couldn't give a fuck Giving him paranoia He just wanna smash on tour Fucking for the new velours I like it when you with me all night I can't imagine what you might try Yeah, you so full of surprises, guess you one of my vices You want a picket fence and a wife? You never change your mind when I cry Yeah, I see you flossing, you know it Dropping your jaw when the drawers hit the floor I don't need loving, late-night cuffing Take it all off, you naughty Put it back on and pause it Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet Takin' that elsewhere, maybe We know we both got options You can count on me To never count on you I'm only down for you We pretty down, baby, well, I, I She wanna fuck a nigga like she love me She got a lover, but I might get lucky But you got me on a drain like a drunkie Looking at the junk in your trunk like a junkie We don't speak, just fuck a twice a week And if she like freaks, we must try a threesome Do it on the beach, in the sand, let me see some' Seashells on the shore, I'm a beach bum Finna eat some' when you come Baby, don't you wanna let me know? Laying on my bed like a vegetable Lied when you said, "Never let me go" Just like a pole, you professional Stand on your hand 'cause you flexible Now she tryna fuck me in the restroom or the parking lot At the restaurant, anywhere, everywhere, anytime, I I don't need loving, late-night cuffing Take it all off, you naughty Put it back on and pause it Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet Takin' that elsewhere, maybe We know we both got options I don't need loving, late-night cuffing Take it all off, you naughty Put it back on and pause it Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet Takin' that elsewhere, maybe We know we both got options