Lyrical Breakdown of Too Young - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Too Young" 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 "Too Young" 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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I don't wanna die too young Yeah, too young, yeah, too young I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long Came up, don't know, I just keep going with the flow I just wanna go and cop me somethin' I hit Fairfax, go shoppin' though She just wanna hit that bathingroom, hold that guap like a register Keep on winning, need that guap though Like I'm cash out, eat at papadeauxs Flowing on to the Galapagos, running and grab the dough Man this shit never minimal, feel like an animal Yeah bitch, I try to keep me cool, your life never going, never going back Yeah, I don't wanna die too young, I don't wanna die too young When I get that cash it's hallelujah Aye hallelujah, aye hallelujah, aye hallelujah I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long My whip fast, my bitch bad, I skrrr skrrr, that coupe fast My coupe fast, your bitch know My bitch slow, she do what I say so and she always keep me on my toes Poppin' that woe, man I be gone Just watch me go, bitches they watching me go Walking around, aye I pick that band up, then I go drop that shit off Pull up in a Porsche, shit poppin' off Pop that shit off, I got that bitch off, I tell her to knock that shit off And I got my nut off and she washed my nuts off I want that shit, I got that shit, pop that shit Got rich quick, suck my... You know it make me God damn numb When I see 'em die so God damn young (I don't wanna die) I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long