Lyrical Breakdown of No Option - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No Option" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Post Malone weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "No Option" 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 Post Malone 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 Post Malone's narrative.

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Hoe, I'm so clean and motherfuckers just talkin'

Show up at the spot and now everyone

They all watchin'

Don't wanna prove you wrong but shit

You leave me with no option, yeah, yeah

Everybody asking "Post, when is the album droppin'?"

Ever since the very first day at it, I been poppin'

Don't wanna prove you wrong but shit

You leave me with no option, yeah, yeah

Ooh, swingin' in a four-door

Now they takin' photos

Bottles, we need more of those, ooh

Say she been to every show

And even an award

And she always be in front row, oh yeah

Everything that I worked for

Waited so long to get on

The Caddy just sits on the chrome

I swang through on dubs on the four

Baby wanna get in this S-Class

Little mama, she just wanna go fast

You know, baby, you don't get a free pass

So I told her "Ass, gas or grass"

Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin'

Gotta have perfect timin' when I'm ridin'

Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage

Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah

Hoe, I'm so clean and motherfuckers just talkin'

Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin'

Don't wanna prove you wrong but shit

You leave me with no option, yeah, yeah

Now she hoppin' in a old-school

Swimmin' in the carpool

Everything is all cool, ooh

Yeah she told me not to tell

'Bout the rumors that I heard

She said, "Everything was all true"

Baby wanna get in this S-Class

Little mama, she just wanna go fast

You know, baby, you don't get a free pass

So I told her "Ass, gas or grass"

Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin'

Gotta have perfect timin' when I'm ridin'

Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage

Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah

Just me and lil' mama, yeah

Ridin' around LA

Just me and lil' mama, yeah

We run the city, yeah

Baby wanna get in this S-Class

Little mama, she just wanna go fast

You know baby you don't get a free pass

So I told her ass, gas on grass

Rolex with the diamonds keep me shining

Gotta have perfect timin' when I'm ridin'

Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage

Oh oh

So come hop in the coupe

What do you wanna do?

Put that dime in my coupe

With the gold on my tooth, oh yeah