Lyrical Breakdown of Patient - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Patient" 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 "Patient" 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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Yeah, yeah, yeah I know my wrist be dancin' crazy Been on some fly shit lately Used to be so damn patient But now it's "Fuck you, pay me" Can't let these motherfuckers phase me Never let that money change me Ain't the way my momma raised me Don't mean to brag but can you blame me? Two hundred K and VVS, yellow diamonds They wanna run up but they won't ever find me Sleep right next to the F&N Motherfuck the government Sit down and I'm plottin' One hundred bands on my body Fuck with them boys, catch a body Lil' momma just want my pocket 'Rari take off like a rocket Hol' up, you too close I don't know, I don't know ya' Had to run it, run it up How I roll, how I roll, yeah It's like after you pop off They all act like they know ya' And Young Post be like Pablo And they all love to blow ya', yeah I know my wrist be dancin' crazy Been on some fly shit lately Used to be so damn patient But now it's "Fuck you, pay me" Can't let these motherfuckers phase me Never let that money change me Ain't the way my momma raised me Don't mean to brag but can you blame me? Two hundred, swerving, dippin', dodge on the highway You may contain me but you won't ever stop me On the way to my residence Try message your boo again She pullin' up prolly Yeah, sturdy inside of that Bentley Yeah, come take a tat' on my belly Yeah, people actin' too friendly, man They tryna get dividends This shit is a problem Yeah, you just be talkin' shit but ain't ever met me DeChino fucked your bitch and now you resent me I know them people but they don't represent me Them wastemen, we gonna make 'em all pay They will never stop the plan Eighty jumpin' off my hand Rollie, rollie, rollie Bust it open, holy moly I know my wrist be dancin' crazy Been on some fly shit lately Used to be so damn patient But now it's "Fuck you, pay me" Can't let these motherfuckers phase me Never let that money change me Ain't the way my momma raised me Don't mean to brag but can you blame me? Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh