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deeper than rap\nMane this shit deeper than labels (Let's get it)\nKids eatin' dinner with no father at the table (Let's get it)\nGotta keep it stable (Let's get it)\nGotta keep it pushin' (Let's get it)\nThem hoes, they got me fucked up, think I'm worried 'bout pussy\nRight here where I should be (North)\nEastern B-L-O-C (Grey)\nGrey 59 stayed F-U-C-K-E-D to the U-P\n\nBitches on my dick 'cause they know this shit is thick\nAnd niggas in the mental; fatal shots to the temple\nBitches on my dick 'cause they know this shit is thick\nAnd niggas in the mental; fatal shots to the temple\n\nYeah, got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)\nYeah, got me fucked up (Ayy)\nYeah, got me fucked up\nGot me fucked up (Fucked up)\nBitch, you got me fucked up\n\nSix feet under ground, yeah, but I can go deeper\nAlways got my heater, raise the temp like I'm fighting off a fever\nSleep with one eye open, always winkin' at the reaper\nUsed to get so high, they found me aimlessly floatin' up in the ether\nRuby, bring the phonk\nMovin' shadows when the night fall (Yeah)\nFuck, this shit is bunk, feel like I'm snortin' Chinese drywall\nPlay it smooth like a baby\nMake his bitch think that I might crawl\nAMG Mercedes got a bark like it'll bite y'all\nShinin' so hard, I'm turnin' tunnels into bright halls (Shit)\nBlacklisted, spray my name in red up on the white wall (Brr)\nEyeballs all on me, man, I hate this fuckin' fame shit\nCaught in broad daylight, fuck, it's too late, I can't shapeshift (No)\nAlways lookin' down, they think that Ruby need a facelift\nEveryday I send out doppelgangers in the same fit (Huh?)\nGet the fuck away from me\nLeave me the fuck alone\nAll of the credit I get is a lie\nThe whole time it was one of my clones (It was)\nThey say they got beef\nBut they chewin' up beyond meat (Beef, fuck off)\nHow these suckers think they on my level is beyond me\nBoy, go get your bread up\nShred some lettuce on that Bánh mì (Yeah, yeah)\nTryna tempt me with her honey, obvy, bitch\nYou 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'cause they know this shit is thick\n  And niggas in the mental; fatal shots to the temple\n  Bitches on my dick 'cause they know this shit is thick\n  And niggas in the mental; fatal shots to the temple\n\n  Yeah, got me fucked up (Okay, okay, okay)\n  Yeah, got me fucked up (Yeah, yeah)\n  Ayy, got me fucked up (Okay, okay)\n  Yeah, ayy, yeah\n\n  Money what I'm 'bout (Wetto)\n  Too much cash to count (Brr)\n  Keep that bitch outside, ain't no hoes up in my house (Ah ah)\n  Smokin' out the ounce, uh\n  I'm watchin' recession (Yeah)\n  My bitch want affection, but I'm busy cleanin' weapons (Brr)\n  Pick up white trash, Rolls presidential\n  I can't trust no man, so me drivin' is essential (Skrrt)\n  Sippin' on some potion (Yeah)\n  I got no emotions (Nah)\n  Sold my opp a pack, now his dog is what he's smokin'\n  Since I was a youngin' I been moving like a MAC (Okay)\n  Fucking up a sac (Ayy)\n  Daddy smokin' crack (Let's get it)\n  By sixteen, I was pimpin', fuckin' bitches back to back (Let's get it)\n  Ben was with me in the trap, told me, \"Rap and don't look back\"\n  Wish my dog was here, so I can give him every plaque (Every plaque)\n  Hope he lookin' down with me counting every rack (Every rack)\n  This shit deeper than rap\n  Mane this shit deeper than labels (Let's get it)\n  Kids eatin' dinner with no father at the table (Let's get it)\n  Gotta keep it stable (Let's get it)\n  Gotta keep it pushin' (Let's get it)\n  Them hoes, they got me fucked up, think I'm worried 'bout pussy\n  Right here where I should be (North)\n  Eastern B-L-O-C (Grey)\n  Grey 59 stayed F-U-C-K-E-D to the U-P\n\n  Bitches on my dick 'cause they know this shit is thick\n  And niggas in the mental; fatal shots to the temple\n  Bitches on my dick 'cause they know this shit is thick\n  And niggas in the mental; fatal shots to the temple\n\n  Yeah, got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)\n  Yeah, got me fucked up (Ayy)\n  Yeah, got me fucked up\n  Got me fucked up (Fucked up)\n  Bitch, you got me fucked up\n\n  Six feet under ground, yeah, but I can go deeper\n  Always got my heater, raise the temp like I'm fighting off a fever\n  Sleep with one eye open, always winkin' at the reaper\n  Used to get so high, they found me aimlessly floatin' up in the ether\n  Ruby, bring the phonk\n  Movin' shadows when the night fall (Yeah)\n  Fuck, this shit is bunk, feel like I'm snortin' Chinese drywall\n  Play it smooth like a baby\n  Make his bitch think that I might crawl\n  AMG Mercedes got a bark like it'll bite y'all\n  Shinin' so hard, I'm turnin' tunnels into bright halls (Shit)\n  Blacklisted, spray my name in red up on the white wall (Brr)\n  Eyeballs all on me, man, I hate this fuckin' fame shit\n  Caught in broad daylight, fuck, it's too late, I can't shapeshift (No)\n  Always lookin' down, they think that Ruby need a facelift\n  Everyday I send out doppelgangers in the same fit (Huh?)\n  Get the fuck away from me\n  Leave me the fuck alone\n  All of the credit I get is a lie\n  The whole time it was one of my clones (It was)\n  They say they got beef\n  But they chewin' up beyond meat (Beef, fuck off)\n  How these suckers think they on my level is beyond me\n  Boy, go get your bread up\n  Shred some lettuce on that Bánh mì (Yeah, yeah)\n  Tryna tempt me with her honey, obvy, bitch\n  You got the wrong bee (Okay)\n\n  Yeah, got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)\n  Yeah, got me fucked up (Ayy)\n  Yeah, got me fucked up\n  Got me fucked up\n  Bitch, you got me fucked up\n"},{"id":38653400,"name":"Misery In Waking Hours","trackName":"Misery In Waking Hours","artistName":"$uicideboy$","albumName":"Misery In Waking Hours","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A self confessed serial killer talks exclusively to Channel 9\nJohn Hughes admits killing a truck driver along I-29 in October\nOf 2008\nBut he told me he has murdered many more people\nAnd tonight we take you inside the mind of a serial killer\nI don't think like 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the reaper\nUsed to get so high\nThey found me aimlessly floatin' up in the ether\nRuby, bring the phonk\nMovin' shadows when the night fall (Yeah)\nFuck, this shit is bunk\nFeel like I'm snortin' Chinese drywall\nPlay it smooth like a baby\nMake his bitch think that I might crawl\nAMG Mercedes got the bark like it'll bite y'all\nShinin' so hard, I'm turnin' tunnels into bright halls (Shit)\nBlacklisted, spray my name in red up on the white wall\nEyeballs all on me, man, I hate this fuckin' fame shit\nCaught in broad daylight\nFuck, it's too late, I can't shape shift\nAlways lookin' down\nThey think that Ruby need a facelift\nEveryday I send out doppelgangers in the same fit (Huh?)\nGet the fuck away from me\nLeave me the fuck alone\nAll of the credit I get is a lie\nThe whole time it was one of my clones (It was)\nThey say they got beef\nBut they chewin' up beyond meat (beef, fuck off)\nHow these suckers think they on my level is beyond me\nBoy, go get your bread up\nShred some lettuce on that Banh mi (yeah, yeah)\nTryna tempt me with your honey\nObvy, bitch, you got the wrong bee (Okay)\n\nYeah, got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)\nYeah, got me fucked up (Ayy)\nYeah got me fucked up\nGot me fucked up\nBitch, you got me fucked up","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.93]A self confessed serial killer talks exclusively to Channel 9\n[00:03.66]John Hughes admits killing a truck driver along I-29 in October\n[00:06.77]Of 2008\n[00:07.60]But he told me he has murdered many more people\n[00:10.42]And tonight we take you inside the mind of a serial killer\n[00:16.58]I don't think like normal people, never have\n[00:18.68]Have racing thoughts\n[00:19.96]It's been that way, since I was a kid\n[00:21.23]I'm constantly doesn't matter if I'm asleep or I'm awake\n[00:23.43]I'm constantly thinkin' of a hundred things at one time\n[00:26.85](You did good, $lick)\n[00:27.67](It's a smash)\n[00:30.25]Okay, okay, okay\n[00:30.59]Yeah, got me fucked up (Okay, okay, okay)\n[00:31.89]Yeah, got me fucked up (Yeah, yeah)\n[00:33.14]Ayy, got me fucked up (Okay, okay)\n[00:34.77]Yeah, ayy, yeah\n[00:40.71]Money what I'm 'bout (Wetto)\n[00:42.37]Too much cash to count (Brr)\n[00:43.99]Keep that bitch outside\n[00:45.22]Ain't no hoes up in my house (Hahaha)\n[00:47.37]Smokin' out the ounce, uh\n[00:48.90]I'm watchin' recession (Yeah)\n[00:50.76]My bitch want affection\n[00:52.05]But I'm busy cleanin' weapons (Brr)\n[00:54.26]Pick up white trash, rolls presidential\n[00:57.38]I can't trust no mans, so me drivin' is essential (Skrrt)\n[01:00.87]Sippin' on some potion (Yeah)\n[01:02.65]I got no emotions (Nah)\n[01:04.28]Sold my opp a pack\n[01:05.58]Now his dog is what he's smokin'\n[01:07.99]Since I was a youngin' I been moving like a MAC (okay)\n[01:11.33]Fucking up a sac\n[01:12.93]Daddy smokin' crack (Let's get it)\n[01:14.89]By sixteen, I was pimpin', fuckin' bitches back to back\n[01:17.46](Let's get it)\n[01:17.93]Ben was with me in the trap\n[01:19.28]Told me, \"Rap and 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exclusively to Channel 9\nJohn Hughes admits killing a truck driver along I-29 in October of 2008\nBut he told me he has murdered many more people\nAnd tonight we take you inside the mind of a serial killer\n\nI don't think like normal people, never have\nHave racing thoughts\nIt's been that way, since I was a kid\nI'm constantly, doesn't matter if I'm asleep, or I'm awake\nI'm constantly thinking of a hundred things at one time\nYou did good, $lick\nIt's a smash\n\nYeah, got me fucked up (okay, okay, okay)\nYeah, got me fucked up (yeah-yeah)\nAyy, got me fucked up (got me fucked up)\nYeah, ayy, yeah\n\nMoney what I'm 'bout\nToo much cash to count (brr)\nKeep that bitch outside, ain't no hoes up in my house (uh-uh)\nSmokin' out the ounce, uh\nI'm watchin' recession (yeah)\nMy bitch want affection, but I'm busy cleaning weapons\n\nPick up white trash, Rolls presidential\nI can't trust no mans, so me driving is essential (skrrt)\nSippin' on some potion (yeah)\nI got no emotions 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(it was)\n\nThey say they got beef, but they chewin' up Beyond Meat (beef, fuck off)\nHow these suckers think they on my level is beyond me\nBoy, go get your bread up, shred some lettuce on that Bánh mì (yeah, yeah)\nTryna tempt me with her honey, obvy, bitch, you got the wrong bee (okay, okay)\n\nYeah, got me fucked up (got me fucked up)\nYeah, got me fucked up (ayy)\nYeah, got me fucked up\nGot me fucked up\nBitch, you got me fucked up","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] A self-confessed serial killer talks exclusively to Channel 9\n[00:03.21] John Hughes admits killing a truck driver along I-29 in October of 2008\n[00:07.47] But he told me he has murdered many more people\n[00:10.42] And tonight we take you inside the mind of a serial killer\n[00:15.73] I don't think like normal people, never have\n[00:18.13] Have racing thoughts\n[00:19.58] It's been that way, since I was a kid\n[00:20.85] I'm constantly, doesn't matter if I'm asleep, or I'm awake\n[00:23.89] I'm constantly thinking of a 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truck driver along I-29 in October of 2008\n  But he told me he has murdered many more people\n  And tonight we take you inside the mind of a serial killer\n\n  I don't think like normal people, never have\n  Have racing thoughts\n  It's been that way, since I was a kid\n  I'm constantly, doesn't matter if I'm asleep, or I'm awake\n  I'm constantly thinking of a hundred things at one time\n  You did good, $lick\n  It's a smash\n\n  Yeah, got me fucked up (okay, okay, okay)\n  Yeah, got me fucked up (yeah-yeah)\n  Ayy, got me fucked up (got me fucked up)\n  Yeah, ayy, yeah\n\n  Money what I'm 'bout\n  Too much cash to count (brr)\n  Keep that bitch outside, ain't no hoes up in my house (uh-uh)\n  Smokin' out the ounce, uh\n  I'm watchin' recession (yeah)\n  My bitch want affection, but I'm busy cleaning weapons\n\n  Pick up white trash, Rolls presidential\n  I can't trust no mans, so me driving is essential (skrrt)\n  Sippin' on some potion (yeah)\n  I got no emotions (nah)\n  Sold my 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