[{"id":38381996,"name":"1nonly - MOVED ON (Official Lyric Video)","trackName":"1nonly - MOVED ON (Official Lyric Video)","artistName":"1nonly","albumName":"","duration":158.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost\nOh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost\n\nYeah-yeah, too stuck in it, uh, too much headache, uh\nBitch, I pop that .9 bullet through your dome, fitted\nWe were too love-driven, how we lose that image, uh?\nBitch, I need that fire, like I'm too cold swimmin', uh\n\nLike I moved on, you left, I'm gone\nFelt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long\nThank God, my pants, Celine, might pistol-grip that chrome\nToo high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong\n\nLike I moved on, you left, I'm gone\nFelt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long\nThank God my pants, Celine, might pistol grip that chrome\nToo high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong\n\nBackwood guts on the bathroom counter, smoked that dope, and I cannot see\nNever had no bitch that down, too many times that you walked on me\nFuck 'round, get pape' then leave, pop that .9, get buck, let's see\nWestside from a place like hell, from the 702 to the 323, like\n\nI think there's somethin', got that feelin' that I've never felt before, uh\n(N-n-never felt, n-n-never felt before)\nSacrificial gettin' to me, think I need to get some more, uh\n(N-need to get some, n-n-need to get some more)\n\nYeah, and I know that I did somethin' wrong (somethin' wrong)\nBut I hope you see me changin' for the better (changin' for the better)\nIt's better that we parted, bitch, you on one (you on one)\nBitch, I money spread my paper, not no letters\n\nLike I moved on, you left, I'm gone\nFelt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long\nThank God, my pants, Celine, might pistol-grip that chrome\nToo high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong\n\nLike I moved on, you left, I'm gone\nFelt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long\nThank God my pants, Celine, might pistol grip that chrome\nToo high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong\n\nOh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost\nOh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.46] Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost\n[00:07.33] Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost\n[00:13.70] Yeah-yeah, too stuck in it, uh, too much headache, uh\n[00:18.86] Bitch, I pop that .9 bullet through your dome, fitted\n[00:22.01] We were too love-driven, how we lose that image, uh?\n[00:24.28] Bitch, I need that fire, like I'm too cold swimmin', uh\n[00:27.82] Like I moved on, you left, I'm gone\n[00:31.17] Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long\n[00:34.69] Thank God, my pants, Celine, might pistol-grip that chrome\n[00:37.69] Too high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong\n[00:41.07] Like I moved on, you left, I'm gone\n[00:44.50] Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long\n[00:47.43] Thank God my pants, Celine, might pistol grip that chrome\n[00:50.71] Too high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong\n[00:54.01] Backwood guts on the bathroom counter, smoked that dope, and I cannot see\n[00:57.38] Never had no bitch that down, too many times that you walked on me\n[01:00.60] Fuck 'round, get pape' then leave, pop that .9, get buck, let's see\n[01:03.86] Westside from a place like hell, from the 702 to the 323, like\n[01:07.45] I think there's somethin', got that feelin' that I've never felt before, uh\n[01:11.36] (N-n-never felt, n-n-never felt before)\n[01:13.96] Sacrificial gettin' to me, think I need to get some more, uh\n[01:18.09] (N-need to get some, n-n-need to get some more)\n[01:20.63] Yeah, and I know that I did somethin' wrong (somethin' wrong)\n[01:25.13] But I hope you see me changin' for the better (changin' for the better)\n[01:28.34] It's better that we parted, bitch, you on one (you on one)\n[01:31.68] Bitch, I money spread my paper, not no letters\n[01:34.63] Like I moved on, you left, I'm gone\n[01:37.40] Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long\n[01:40.52] Thank God, my pants, Celine, might pistol-grip that chrome\n[01:43.54] Too high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong\n[01:47.18] Like I moved on, you left, I'm gone\n[01:50.58] Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long\n[01:53.85] Thank God my pants, Celine, might pistol grip that chrome\n[01:57.20] Too high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong\n[02:01.23] Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost\n[02:06.78] Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost\n[02:11.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 1nonly - MOVED ON (Official Lyric Video)\n  artist: 1nonly\n  duration_ms: 158000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost\n  start_ms: 1460\n  end_ms: 7330\n- text: Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost\n  start_ms: 7330\n  end_ms: 13700\n- text: Yeah-yeah, too stuck in it, uh, too much headache, uh\n  start_ms: 13700\n  end_ms: 18860\n- text: Bitch, I pop that .9 bullet through your dome, 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moved on, you left, I'm gone\n  Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long\n  Thank God my pants, Celine, might pistol grip that chrome\n  Too high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong\n\n  Backwood guts on the bathroom counter, smoked that dope, and I cannot see\n  Never had no bitch that down, too many times that you walked on me\n  Fuck 'round, get pape' then leave, pop that .9, get buck, let's see\n  Westside from a place like hell, from the 702 to the 323, like\n\n  I think there's somethin', got that feelin' that I've never felt before, uh\n  (N-n-never felt, n-n-never felt before)\n  Sacrificial gettin' to me, think I need to get some more, uh\n  (N-need to get some, n-n-need to get some more)\n\n  Yeah, and I know that I did somethin' wrong (somethin' wrong)\n  But I hope you see me changin' for the better (changin' for the better)\n  It's better that we parted, bitch, you on one (you on one)\n  Bitch, I money spread my paper, not no letters\n\n  Like I moved on, you 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