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