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.
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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