[{"id":37374117,"name":"Badlands","trackName":"Badlands","artistName":"¡MAYDAY!","albumName":"Badlands","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shades on my face, DC's on my feet\nWalkin' through the dirt cause there's disease in the street\nGet it up, get a little bit of toxic fumes\nIn the middle of clot that's doomed\nFiddle with a riddle watch it boom!\nIn a sizzle on whatever block you choose\nDroppin' off bombs in the shopping mall\nTakin' out the excess mess yes let's get it poppin' y'all\nAm I fazed by them not at all\nCause haters don't know dick if they don't posses the cock and balls\nThis is Egypt, Tunisia, Libya\nHold your people down, snatch the crown then get rid of ya\nIf you've been corrupting this dog pound, giddy up\nBottom beating fucks, probobly stuck with chlamydia\nI've been seeing a trend, from beginning to end\nBetter tell your friend\nGon' be sucking a benz and then stem and\nSend this letter little writer with a strangers pen\nThey trippin' acid if they think they gettin' me muzzled\nCobra Kai sweep them high and watch there fuckin' knees buckle\n\nKiss Kiss, Bang Bang\nLoad 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\nThis is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\nThat's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\nJust cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\nIt's goin' down, down, down, down, down\n\nI hate your guts, good morning, how you doin'?\nThis everyday, that's how we fucking do it\nI'm, I'm out the door, if we not both movin'\nThat bullshit that you're talking's foreign\nI'm not fluent, how do these fakes do it\nThis shit ain't natural, if you are from the future\nThen where's your capsule? Bastard, I finally mastered\nAnd plaster-casted the name, my moments\nRunnin' much faster so thinking about it's a waste\nFace plant, she in my lap, digging for some more cash\nSinking deeper than that, hoping to raise up her stats\nYou fuckers bending facts, you never did all that\nYou never took over cities and grinded with the axe\nNothing but stray cats scratching each other's backs\nScratching the surface of the glass house, where you at\nY'all just some mice and now this my licence to ill\nIt's going to be fight or flight when they lighting up that still\n\nKiss Kiss, Bang Bang\nLoad 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\nThis is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\nThat's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\nJust cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\nIt's goin' down, down, down, down, down\nIf we're summoned then we're gunning\nThirty round drumming now you're done in\nIt'll be stunning when we comin'\nWhen you front is when we runnin'\n\nDo you Soowoo do B-Lue who crew you too\nI don't give a damn about the colour in the shoes\nOnly how many real niggas I can use\nWhen the demons get to fiendin' white wings\nOn the king has been steaming cause the green\nEverything is really meaning, lusting for the cleaning\nBy the angels, bang hell to the motherfuckers became frail\nCan't tell your the mane your rain fell\nFind the witches, dine the wicked, tryin' to get it in\nIf rhymin' is this kinda cryptic slime to dismiss, I'm acidic\nBismillah, in a minute wallah you'll be in darkened days\nWhere the people don't ride maybachs, they packin' sparkin K's\nI'm talkin' 'bout you uppity niggas, I been around that for years\nI'm the righteous, nicest, light for the fight, in the killer right here\nDown with your mad clan, bow, kiss your dad's hand\nI-X my flesh now get your last brand\nCall me a mad man, and I welcome you into my badland\n\nKiss Kiss, Bang Bang\nLoad 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\nThis is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\nThat's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\nJust cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\nIt's goin' down, down, down, down, down","syncedLyrics":"[00:26.06]Shades on my face, DC's on my feet\n[00:28.31]Walkin' through the dirt cause there's disease in the street\n[00:31.25]Get it up, get a little bit of toxic fumes\n[00:34.05]In the middle of clot that's doomed\n[00:34.93]Fiddle with a riddle watch it boom!\n[00:36.98]In a sizzle on whatever block you choose\n[00:38.74]Droppin' off bombs in the shopping mall\n[00:42.49]Takin' out the excess mess yes let's get it poppin' y'all\n[00:45.22]Am I fazed by them not at all\n[00:48.04]Cause haters don't know dick if they don't posses the cock and balls\n[00:51.68]This is Egypt, Tunisia, Libya\n[00:54.55]Hold your people down, snatch the crown then get rid of ya\n[00:57.33]If you've been corrupting this dog pound, giddy up\n[01:01.23]Bottom beating fucks, probobly stuck with chlamydia\n[01:04.88]I've been seeing a trend, from beginning to end\n[01:06.75]Better tell your friend\n[01:07.85]Gon' be sucking a benz and then stem and\n[01:09.67]Send this letter little writer with a strangers pen\n[01:10.52]They trippin' acid if they think they gettin' me muzzled\n[01:14.21]Cobra Kai sweep them high and watch there fuckin' knees buckle\n[01:17.91]Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang\n[01:19.84]Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\n[01:22.56]This is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\n[01:25.22]That's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\n[01:29.32]Just cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\n[01:37.03]It's goin' down, down, down, down, down\n[01:44.61]I hate your guts, good morning, how you doin'?\n[01:47.47]This everyday, that's how we fucking do it\n[01:50.22]I'm, I'm out the door, if we not both movin'\n[01:53.03]That bullshit that you're talking's foreign\n[01:55.93]I'm not fluent, how do these fakes do it\n[01:57.78]This shit ain't natural, if you are from the future\n[02:01.65]Then where's your capsule? Bastard, I finally mastered\n[02:04.39]And plaster-casted the name, my moments\n[02:07.14]Runnin' much faster so thinking about it's a waste\n[02:09.19]Face plant, she in my lap, digging for some more cash\n[02:11.07]Sinking deeper than that, hoping to raise up her stats\n[02:15.88]You fuckers bending facts, you never did all that\n[02:18.69]You never took over cities and grinded with the axe\n[02:22.50]Nothing but stray cats scratching each other's backs\n[02:26.23]Scratching the surface of the glass house, where you at\n[02:29.07]Y'all just some mice and now this my licence to ill\n[02:32.86]It's going to be fight or flight when they lighting up that still\n[02:35.76]Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang\n[02:37.71]Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\n[02:40.54]This is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\n[02:43.42]That's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\n[02:47.17]Just cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\n[02:54.51]It's goin' down, 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I'm not fluent,\n  How do these fakes do it,\n  This shit ain't natural,\n  If you are from the future,\n  Then wheres your capsule or bastard I finally mash it and pass the cast of the name my moments runnin' much faster so thinking bad its a waste,\n  Face plant, she in my lap,\n  Diggin' for some more cash,\n  Sinking deeper than that,\n  Hoping to raise up her stats,\n  You fuckers bending facts,\n  You never did all that,\n  You never took over cities and riding with the axe,\n  Nothin but straight cats,\n  Scratching each others backs,\n  Scratching the surface of the glass house, where you at?\n  Y'all just some mice and I just my licence to ill is gon be fighter fly when they lighting up that still\n  Kiss kiss bang bang,\n  Load em up and let's go riding through the badlands,\n  This is the beginning but it's feelin like the last stand,\n  That's why we lighting up the tyres and the gas cans,\n  Just cause this shits just about to go down, down down down down down,\n  It's 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Bastard, I finally mastered\nAnd plaster-casted the name, my moments\nRunnin' much faster so thinking about it's a waste\nFace plant, she in my lap, digging for some more cash\nSinking deeper than that, hoping to raise up her stats\nYou fuckers bending facts, you never did all that\nYou never took over cities and grinded with the axe\nNothing but stray cats scratching each other's backs\nScratching the surface of the glass house, where you at\nY'all just some mice and now this my licence to ill\nIt's going to be fight or flight when they lighting up that still\n\nKiss Kiss, Bang Bang\nLoad 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\nThis is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\nThat's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\nJust cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\nIt's goin' down, down, down, down, down\n\nIf we're summoned then we're gunning\nThirty round drumming now you're done in\nIt'll be stunning when we comin'\nWhen you front is when we runnin'\n\nDo you Soowoo do B-Lue who crew you too\nI don't give a damn about the colour in the shoes\nOnly how many real niggas I can use\nWhen the demons get to fiendin' white wings\nOn the king has been steaming cause the green\nEverything is really meaning, lusting for the cleaning\nBy the angels, bang hell to the motherfuckers became frail\nCan't tell your the mane your rain fell\nFind the witches, dine the wicked, tryin' to get it in\nIf rhymin' is this kinda cryptic slime to dismiss, I'm acidic\nBismillah, in a minute wallah you'll be in darkened days\nWhere the people don't ride maybachs, they packin' sparkin K's\nI'm talkin' 'bout you uppity niggas, I been around that for years\nI'm the righteous, nicest, light for the fight, in the killer right here\nDown with your mad clan, bow, kiss your dad's hand\nI-X my flesh now get your last brand\nCall me a mad man, and I welcome you into my badland\n\nKiss Kiss, Bang Bang\nLoad 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\nThis is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\nThat's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\nJust cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\nIt's goin' down, down, down, down, down","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Badlands (feat. 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Bastard, I finally mastered\n  And plaster-casted the name, my moments\n  Runnin' much faster so thinking about it's a waste\n  Face plant, she in my lap, digging for some more cash\n  Sinking deeper than that, hoping to raise up her stats\n  You fuckers bending facts, you never did all that\n  You never took over cities and grinded with the axe\n  Nothing but stray cats scratching each other's backs\n  Scratching the surface of the glass house, where you at\n  Y'all just some mice and now this my licence to ill\n  It's going to be fight or flight when they lighting up that still\n\n  Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang\n  Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\n  This is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\n  That's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\n  Just cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\n  It's goin' down, down, down, down, down\n\n  If we're summoned then we're gunning\n  Thirty round drumming now you're done in\n  It'll be stunning when we comin'\n  When you front is when we runnin'\n\n  Do you Soowoo do B-Lue who crew you too\n  I don't give a damn about the colour in the shoes\n  Only how many real niggas I can use\n  When the demons get to fiendin' white wings\n  On the king has been steaming cause the green\n  Everything is really meaning, lusting for the cleaning\n  By the angels, bang hell to the motherfuckers became frail\n  Can't tell your the mane your rain fell\n  Find the witches, dine the wicked, tryin' to get it in\n  If rhymin' is this kinda cryptic slime to dismiss, I'm acidic\n  Bismillah, in a minute wallah you'll be in darkened days\n  Where the people don't ride maybachs, they packin' sparkin K's\n  I'm talkin' 'bout you uppity niggas, I been around that for years\n  I'm the righteous, nicest, light for the fight, in the killer right here\n  Down with your mad clan, bow, kiss your dad's hand\n  I-X my flesh now get your last brand\n  Call me a mad man, and I welcome you into my badland\n\n  Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang\n  Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\n  This is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\n  That's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\n  Just cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\n  It's goin' down, down, down, down, down\n"},{"id":21932871,"name":"Badlands Feat Tech N9ne","trackName":"Badlands Feat Tech N9ne","artistName":"Mayday","albumName":"Take Me To Your Leader","duration":279.118367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shades on my face, DC's on my feet\nWalkin' through the dirt cause there's disease in the street\nGet it up, get a little bit of toxic fumes\nIn the middle of clot that's doomed\nFiddle with a riddle watch it boom!\nIn a sizzle on whatever block you choose\nDroppin' off bombs in the shopping mall\nTakin' out the excess mess yes let's get it poppin' y'all\nAm I fazed by them not at all\nCause haters don't know dick if they don't posses the cock and balls\nThis is Egypt, Tunisia, Libya\nHold your people down, snatch the crown then get rid of ya\nIf you've been corrupting this dog pound, giddy up\nBottom beating fucks, probobly stuck with chlamydia\nI've been seeing a trend, from beginning to end\nBetter tell your friend\nGon' be sucking a benz and then stem and\nSend this letter little writer with a strangers pen\nThey trippin' acid if they think they gettin' me muzzled\nCobra Kai sweep them high and watch there fuckin' knees buckle\n\nKiss Kiss, Bang Bang\nLoad 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\nThis is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\nThat's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\nJust cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\nIt's goin' down, down, down, down, down\n\nI hate your guts, good morning, how you doin'?\nThis everyday, that's how we fucking do it\nI'm, I'm out the door, if we not both movin'\nThat bullshit that you're talking's foreign\nI'm not fluent, how do these fakes do it\nThis shit ain't natural, if you are from the future\nThen where's your capsule? Bastard, I finally mastered\nAnd plaster-casted the name, my moments\nRunnin' much faster so thinking about it's a waste\nFace plant, she in my lap, digging for some more cash\nSinking deeper than that, hoping to raise up her stats\nYou fuckers bending facts, you never did all that\nYou never took over cities and grinded with the axe\nNothing but stray cats scratching each other's backs\nScratching the surface of the glass house, where you at\nY'all just some mice and now this my licence to ill\nIt's going to be fight or flight when they lighting up that still\n\nKiss Kiss, Bang Bang\nLoad 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\nThis is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\nThat's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\nJust cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\nIt's goin' down, down, down, down, down\n\nIf we're summoned then we're gunning\nThirty round drumming now you're done in\nIt'll be stunning when we comin'\nWhen you front is when we runnin'\n\nDo you Soowoo do B-Lue who crew you too\nI don't give a damn about the colour in the shoes\nOnly how many real niggas I can use\nWhen the demons get to fiendin' white wings\nOn the king has been steaming cause the green\nEverything is really meaning, lusting for the cleaning\nBy the angels, bang hell to the motherfuckers became frail\nCan't tell your the mane your rain fell\nFind the witches, dine the wicked, tryin' to get it in\nIf rhymin' is this kinda cryptic slime to dismiss, I'm acidic\nBismillah, in a minute wallah you'll be in darkened days\nWhere the people don't ride maybachs, they packin' sparkin K's\nI'm talkin' 'bout you uppity niggas, I been around that for years\nI'm the righteous, nicest, light for the fight, in the killer right here\nDown with your mad clan, bow, kiss your dad's hand\nI-X my flesh now get your last brand\nCall me a mad man, and I welcome you into my badland\n\nKiss Kiss, Bang Bang\nLoad 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\nThis is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\nThat's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\nJust cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\nIt's goin' down, down, down, down, down","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Badlands Feat Tech N9ne\n  artist: Mayday\n  album: Take Me To Your Leader\n  duration_ms: 279118\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Shades on my face, DC's on my feet\n  Walkin' through the dirt cause there's disease in the street\n  Get it up, get a little bit of toxic fumes\n  In the middle of clot that's doomed\n  Fiddle with a riddle watch it boom!\n  In a sizzle on whatever block you choose\n  Droppin' off bombs in the shopping mall\n  Takin' out the excess mess yes let's get it poppin' y'all\n  Am I fazed by them not at all\n  Cause haters don't know dick if they don't posses the cock and balls\n  This is Egypt, Tunisia, Libya\n  Hold your people down, snatch the crown then get rid of ya\n  If you've been corrupting this dog pound, giddy up\n  Bottom beating fucks, probobly stuck with chlamydia\n  I've been seeing a trend, from beginning to end\n  Better tell your friend\n  Gon' be sucking a benz and then stem and\n  Send this letter little writer with a strangers pen\n  They trippin' acid if they think they gettin' me muzzled\n  Cobra Kai sweep them high and watch there fuckin' knees buckle\n\n  Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang\n  Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\n  This is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\n  That's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\n  Just cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\n  It's goin' down, down, down, down, down\n\n  I hate your guts, good morning, how you doin'?\n  This everyday, that's how we fucking do it\n  I'm, I'm out the door, if we not both movin'\n  That bullshit that you're talking's foreign\n  I'm not fluent, how do these fakes do it\n  This shit ain't natural, if you are from the future\n  Then where's your capsule? Bastard, I finally mastered\n  And plaster-casted the name, my moments\n  Runnin' much faster so thinking about it's a waste\n  Face plant, she in my lap, digging for some more cash\n  Sinking deeper than that, hoping to raise up her stats\n  You fuckers bending facts, you never did all that\n  You never took over cities and grinded with the axe\n  Nothing but stray cats scratching each other's backs\n  Scratching the surface of the glass house, where you at\n  Y'all just some mice and now this my licence to ill\n  It's going to be fight or flight when they lighting up that still\n\n  Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang\n  Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\n  This is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\n  That's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\n  Just cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\n  It's goin' down, down, down, down, down\n\n  If we're summoned then we're gunning\n  Thirty round drumming now you're done in\n  It'll be stunning when we comin'\n  When you front is when we runnin'\n\n  Do you Soowoo do B-Lue who crew you too\n  I don't give a damn about the colour in the shoes\n  Only how many real niggas I can use\n  When the demons get to fiendin' white wings\n  On the king has been steaming cause the green\n  Everything is really meaning, lusting for the cleaning\n  By the angels, bang hell to the motherfuckers became frail\n  Can't tell your the mane your rain fell\n  Find the witches, dine the wicked, tryin' to get it in\n  If rhymin' is this kinda cryptic slime to dismiss, I'm acidic\n  Bismillah, in a minute wallah you'll be in darkened days\n  Where the people don't ride maybachs, they packin' sparkin K's\n  I'm talkin' 'bout you uppity niggas, I been around that for years\n  I'm the righteous, nicest, light for the fight, in the killer right here\n  Down with your mad clan, bow, kiss your dad's hand\n  I-X my flesh now get your last brand\n  Call me a mad man, and I welcome you into my badland\n\n  Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang\n  Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\n  This is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\n  That's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\n  Just cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\n  It's goin' down, down, down, down, down\n"},{"id":14066248,"name":"Badlands","trackName":"Badlands","artistName":"¡MAYDAY! feat. 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Bastard, I finally mastered\nAnd plaster-casted the name, my moments\nRunnin' much faster so thinking about it's a waste\nFace plant, she in my lap, digging for some more cash\nSinking deeper than that, hoping to raise up her stats\nYou fuckers bending facts, you never did all that\nYou never took over cities and grinded with the axe\nNothing but stray cats scratching each other's backs\nScratching the surface of the glass house, where you at\nY'all just some mice and now this my licence to ill\nIt's going to be fight or flight when they lighting up that still\n\nKiss Kiss, Bang Bang\nLoad 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\nThis is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\nThat's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\nJust cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\nIt's goin' down, down, down, down, down\n\nIf we're summoned then we're gunning\nThirty round drumming now you're done in\nIt'll be stunning when we comin'\nWhen you front is when we runnin'\n\nDo you Soowoo do B-Lue who crew you too\nI don't give a damn about the colour in the shoes\nOnly how many real niggas I can use\nWhen the demons get to fiendin' white wings\nOn the king has been steaming cause the green\nEverything is really meaning, lusting for the cleaning\nBy the angels, bang hell to the motherfuckers became frail\nCan't tell your the mane your rain fell\nFind the witches, dine the wicked, tryin' to get it in\nIf rhymin' is this kinda cryptic slime to dismiss, I'm acidic\nBismillah, in a minute wallah you'll be in darkened days\nWhere the people don't ride maybachs, they packin' sparkin K's\nI'm talkin' 'bout you uppity niggas, I been around that for years\nI'm the righteous, nicest, light for the fight, in the killer right here\nDown with your mad clan, bow, kiss your dad's hand\nI-X my flesh now get your last brand\nCall me a mad man, and I welcome you into my badland\n\nKiss Kiss, Bang Bang\nLoad 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\nThis is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\nThat's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\nJust cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\nIt's goin' down, down, down, down, down","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Badlands\n  artist: ¡MAYDAY! feat. 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Bastard, I finally mastered\n  And plaster-casted the name, my moments\n  Runnin' much faster so thinking about it's a waste\n  Face plant, she in my lap, digging for some more cash\n  Sinking deeper than that, hoping to raise up her stats\n  You fuckers bending facts, you never did all that\n  You never took over cities and grinded with the axe\n  Nothing but stray cats scratching each other's backs\n  Scratching the surface of the glass house, where you at\n  Y'all just some mice and now this my licence to ill\n  It's going to be fight or flight when they lighting up that still\n\n  Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang\n  Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\n  This is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\n  That's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\n  Just cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\n  It's goin' down, down, down, down, down\n\n  If we're summoned then we're gunning\n  Thirty round drumming now you're done in\n  It'll be stunning when we comin'\n  When you front is when we runnin'\n\n  Do you Soowoo do B-Lue who crew you too\n  I don't give a damn about the colour in the shoes\n  Only how many real niggas I can use\n  When the demons get to fiendin' white wings\n  On the king has been steaming cause the green\n  Everything is really meaning, lusting for the cleaning\n  By the angels, bang hell to the motherfuckers became frail\n  Can't tell your the mane your rain fell\n  Find the witches, dine the wicked, tryin' to get it in\n  If rhymin' is this kinda cryptic slime to dismiss, I'm acidic\n  Bismillah, in a minute wallah you'll be in darkened days\n  Where the people don't ride maybachs, they packin' sparkin K's\n  I'm talkin' 'bout you uppity niggas, I been around that for years\n  I'm the righteous, nicest, light for the fight, in the killer right here\n  Down with your mad clan, bow, kiss your dad's hand\n  I-X my flesh now get your last brand\n  Call me a mad man, and I welcome you into my badland\n\n  Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang\n  Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands\n  This is the beginning but it's feelin' like the last stand\n  That's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans\n  Just cause it's about to go down, down, down, down, down, down\n  It's goin' down, down, down, down, down\n"}]