Lyrical Breakdown of That's OK - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "That's OK" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Joyner Lucas weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "That's OK" 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 Joyner Lucas 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 Joyner Lucas's narrative.

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Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago London to Morroco Niggas claim they rich but Im the brokest nigga I know I just play the Lotto Gangstas wanna ride dough with they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat, Fuck you problems bitch Im plottin like a psycho Bitches call me boppo I like all my pussy with some good head on the side dough Mercy, mercy on me, with no mercy n laggo Bitches blow me like a trombone I got shawties on the side dough thats OK (thats OK) I get hoes and thats OK (thats OK, thats OK) Bitch Im broke and thats OK (thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits, thats OK, thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits) Niggas feel me coz my team is so colossal London to Morroco Soon as I get rich Im off to mexico for tacos She just wants some combo but I aint got no time dough I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out Bitch can trip and thats OK She ain't shit and thats OK (thats OK, that OK) Oh bitch Im different thats OK (thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits, thats OK, thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits, thats OK) They say he stuntin hard for a nigga with no job YAY When he get that car get that necklace get them bras YAY He think he a start sign them posters up and movies shows and late nights at the studios n fuckin all the groupie hoes Drinkin all the henny gettin faded HAA I dont drink no vodka but Moscato thats my favourite HAA Two Mucielagos in my driveway with the baddest chicks They callin me they daddy pimp and then I woke up mad as shit Hopped up bout the bedroom to my motherfucking swag on Supercallaniggaristicespeallamagnum Double cups and twisted think im trippin bitch n thats OK Pray for me if thats the case someone go get pastor mase They say he wild for a nigga with no burner YAY Man he pretty down for someone we never heard of YAY Then along came joyner his subordinates dont get heard in YAY I usually dont get turned up yeah But this is whademwo Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago London to Morroco Niggas claim they rich but Im the brokest nigga I know I just play the Lotto Gangstas wanna ride dough with they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat, Fuck you problems bitch Im plottin like a psycho Bitches call me boppo I like all my pussy with some good head on the side dough Mercy, mercy on me, with no mercy n laggo Bitches blow me like a trombone I got shawties on the side dough thats OK (thats OK) I get hoes and thats OK (thats OK, thats OK) Bitch Im broke and thats OK (thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits, thats OK, thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits) Niggas feel me coz my team is so colossal London to Morroco Soon as I get rich Im off to mexico for tacos She just wants some combo but I aint got no time dough I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out Bitch can trip and thats OK She ain't shit and thats OK (thats OK, that OK) Oh bitch Im different thats OK (thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits, thats OK, thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits, thats OK) They say he pretty fly for a nigga that stay single HAA All my bitches whack now Im back on kush to mingle HAA Puffin on them cancer sticks I know it turn you off n shit But all I do is stress and shit and I cant get the devil offa me (o-offa me)