[{"id":4895381,"name":"Papa’z Song","trackName":"Papa’z Song","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Papa’z Song","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Daddy's home\n\nHeh, so?\nYou say that like that means somethin to me\nYou've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time\nFor you to be comin home talkin that \"daddy's home\" shit (nigga)\nWe been gettin along fine just without you\nMe, my brother, and my mother\nSo if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS. fuck you!\n\nHad to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\nA pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\nPlease send me a pops before puberty\nThe things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\nMoms always work, I barely see her\nI'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\nIt's a wonder they don't understand kids today\nSo when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\nAnd I hope that he answers me\nI heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\nA different father every weekend\nBefore we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\nI'm gettin sick of all the friendships\nAs soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\nHow can I be a man if there's no role model?\nStrivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\nI'm so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (don't lie)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (so, sorry)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nMoms had to entertain many men\nDidn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\nI'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\nMoms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\nShould I stay or run away, tell me the answer\nMoms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\nGrow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\nMoms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\nCouldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\nInstead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\nThat's why I'll never be a father\nUnless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n(That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\nSaid I was an only child)\nLook at mama's lonely smile\nIt's hard for a son to see his mother cry\nShe only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\nI'm so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time\nFor all this time\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nMan child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\nMoms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\nAnd ohh -I guess ya didn't know\nThat I would grow to be so strong\nLookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\nWhere was the money that you said, you would send me\nTalked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\nAsk about school and my welfare\nBut it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\nYou think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\nYou grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\nAsk about my moms like you loved her from the start\nLeft her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\nSo don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" shit\nDon't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\nI'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\nNow that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me\nYou're so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry (so sorry)\nFor all this time (so, so sorry)\nFor all this time (I'm so so sorry)\nFor all this time (fuck that!)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (no)\nFor all this time (so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nI never meant to leave but I was wanted\nCrossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\nHad to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\nIf I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\nHad to move, one to lost my name and pick the number\nMade me watch my back I had no happy home to run to\nMaybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast\nBut livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\nHindsight shows me it was wrong all along\nI wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\nIt took a little longer than I thought\nI slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\nNow I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\nAll I ever wanted was for you to be a man\nAnd grow to be the type you was meant to be\nKeep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me\nI'm so sorry","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.05] Daddy's home\n[00:02.43] Heh, so?\n[00:03.77] You say that like that means somethin to me\n[00:05.67] You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time\n[00:08.45] For you to be comin home talkin that \"daddy's home\" shit (nigga)\n[00:12.06] We been gettin along fine just without you\n[00:14.36] Me, my brother, and my mother\n[00:17.25] So if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS. fuck you!\n[00:22.26] Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\n[00:24.72] A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\n[00:27.59] Please send me a pops before puberty\n[00:29.63] The things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\n[00:32.65] Moms always work, I barely see her\n[00:35.04] I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\n[00:38.28] It's a wonder they don't understand kids today\n[00:40.83] So when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\n[00:44.12] And I hope that he answers me\n[00:46.74] I heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\n[00:50.00] A different father every weekend\n[00:52.48] Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n[00:55.77] I'm gettin sick of all the friendships\n[00:57.82] As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n[01:01.13] How can I be a man if there's no role model?\n[01:03.62] Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\n[01:07.01] I'm so sorry\n[01:09.39] I'm so sorry\n[01:12.01] For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n[01:14.53] For all this time\n[01:17.67] For all this time (don't lie)\n[01:19.35] I'm so sorry\n[01:20.62] For all this time (so, sorry)\n[01:22.62] For all this time\n[01:25.18] For all this time, so sorry baby!\n[01:28.89] Moms had to entertain many men\n[01:31.00] Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n[01:33.83] I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\n[01:36.56] Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\n[01:39.36] Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer\n[01:42.09] Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n[01:44.82] Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n[01:47.88] Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\n[01:50.38] Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\n[01:53.36] Instead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\n[01:55.93] That's why I'll never be a father\n[01:58.53] Unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n[02:01.94] (That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\n[02:04.67] Said I was an only child)\n[02:06.15] Look at mama's lonely smile\n[02:07.79] It's hard for a son to see his mother cry\n[02:10.08] She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\n[02:13.23] I'm so sorry\n[02:15.56] I'm so sorry\n[02:17.10] For all this time\n[02:18.67] For all this time\n[02:21.18] For all this time\n[02:23.71] I'm so sorry\n[02:26.37] For all this time\n[02:29.40] For all this time (so sorry)\n[02:31.85] For all this time, so sorry baby!\n[02:35.65] Man child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\n[02:37.75] Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\n[02:41.17] And ohh -I guess ya didn't know\n[02:43.17] That I would grow to be so strong\n[02:44.94] Lookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\n[02:47.37] Where was the money that you said, you would send me\n[02:50.07] Talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\n[02:52.68] Ask about school and my welfare\n[02:54.93] But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\n[02:57.73] You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\n[03:00.68] You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\n[03:03.56] Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start\n[03:05.82] Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\n[03:08.67] So don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" shit\n[03:11.62] Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\n[03:14.36] I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\n[03:17.10] Now that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me\n[03:20.27] You're so sorry\n[03:21.63] I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n[03:22.36] For all this time (so, so sorry)\n[03:24.66] For all this time (I'm so so sorry)\n[03:27.81] For all this time (fuck that!)\n[03:30.99] I'm so sorry\n[03:32.53] For all this time (no)\n[03:36.72] For all this time (so sorry)\n[03:38.87] For all this time, so sorry baby!\n[03:42.12] I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n[03:44.33] Crossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\n[03:47.24] Had to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\n[03:50.13] If I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\n[03:52.89] Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number\n[03:55.09] Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to\n[03:58.49] Maybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast\n[04:00.76] But livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\n[04:03.36] Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along\n[04:06.63] I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\n[04:09.84] It took a little longer than I thought\n[04:12.24] I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\n[04:14.62] Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\n[04:18.17] All I ever wanted was for you to be a man\n[04:20.98] And grow to be the type you was meant to be\n[04:23.60] Keep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me\n[04:26.54] I'm so sorry\n[04:40.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Papa’z Song\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 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 Daddy's home\n\n  Heh, so?\n  You say that like that means somethin to me\n  You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time\n  For you to be comin home talkin that \"daddy's home\" shit (nigga)\n  We been gettin along fine just without you\n  Me, my brother, and my mother\n  So if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS. fuck you!\n\n  Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\n  A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\n  Please send me a pops before puberty\n  The things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\n  Moms always work, I barely see her\n  I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\n  It's a wonder they don't understand kids today\n  So when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\n  And I hope that he answers me\n  I heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\n  A different father every weekend\n  Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n  I'm gettin sick of all the friendships\n  As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n  How can I be a man if there's no role model?\n  Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\n  I'm so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (don't lie)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (so, sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  Moms had to entertain many men\n  Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n  I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\n  Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\n  Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer\n  Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n  Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n  Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\n  Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\n  Instead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\n  That's why I'll never be a father\n  Unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n  (That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\n  Said I was an only child)\n  Look at mama's lonely smile\n  It's hard for a son to see his mother cry\n  She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\n  I'm so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time\n  For all this time\n  For all this time\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  Man child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\n  Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\n  And ohh -I guess ya didn't know\n  That I would grow to be so strong\n  Lookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\n  Where was the money that you said, you would send me\n  Talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\n  Ask about school and my welfare\n  But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\n  You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\n  You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\n  Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start\n  Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\n  So don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" shit\n  Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\n  I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\n  Now that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me\n  You're so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n  For all this time (so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so so sorry)\n  For all this time (fuck that!)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (no)\n  For all this time (so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n  Crossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\n  Had to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\n  If I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\n  Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number\n  Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to\n  Maybe it's my fault for being a father livin 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so so sorry)\nFor all this time (fuck that!)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (no)\nFor all this time (so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nI never meant to leave but I was wanted\nCrossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\nHad to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\nIf I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\nHad to move, one to lost my name and pick the number\nMade me watch my back I had no happy home to run to\nMaybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast\nBut livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\nHindsight shows me it was wrong all along\nI wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\nIt took a little longer than I thought\nI slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\nNow I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\nAll I ever wanted was for you to be a man\nAnd grow to be the type you was meant to be\nKeep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me\nI'm so 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ugly well take a look at my family\n[00:50.47] A different father every weekend\n[00:52.88] Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n[00:56.08] I'm gettin sick of all the friendships\n[00:58.10] As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n[01:01.33] How can I be a man if there's no role model?\n[01:04.07] Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\n[01:06.86] I'm so sorry\n[01:10.77] I'm so sorry\n[01:11.91] For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n[01:12.84] For all this time\n[01:14.83] For all this time (don't lie)\n[01:17.57] I'm so sorry\n[01:18.31] For all this time (so, sorry)\n[01:21.85] For all this time\n[01:23.18] For all this time, so sorry baby!\n[01:29.13] Moms had to entertain many men\n[01:31.29] Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n[01:33.95] I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\n[01:36.86] Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\n[01:39.51] Should I stay or run away, 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Please send me a pops before puberty\n  The things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\n  Moms always work, I barely see her\n  I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\n  It's a wonder they don't understand kids today\n  So when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\n  And I hope that he answers me\n  I heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\n  A different father every weekend\n  Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n  I'm gettin sick of all the friendships\n  As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n  How can I be a man if there's no role model?\n  Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\n  I'm so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (don't lie)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (so, sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  Moms had to entertain many men\n  Didn't 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296250\n- text: I'm so sorry\n  start_ms: 296250\n  end_ms: 315160\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315160\nplain: |-\n  Daddy's home\n\n  Heh, so?\n  You say that like that means somethin to me\n  You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time\n  For you to be comin home talkin that \"daddy's home\" shit (nigga)\n  We been gettin along fine just without you\n  Me, my brother, and my mother\n  So if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS. fuck you!\n\n  Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\n  A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\n  Please send me a pops before puberty\n  The things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\n  Moms always work, I barely see her\n  I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\n  It's a wonder they don't understand kids today\n  So when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\n  And I hope that he answers me\n  I heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\n  A different father every weekend\n  Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n  I'm gettin sick of all the friendships\n  As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n  How can I be a man if there's no role model?\n  Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\n  I'm so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (don't lie)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (so, sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  Moms had to entertain many men\n  Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n  I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\n  Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\n  Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer\n  Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n  Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n  Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\n  Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\n  Instead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\n  That's why I'll never be a father\n  Unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n  (That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\n  Said I was an only child)\n  Look at mama's lonely smile\n  It's hard for a son to see his mother cry\n  She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\n  I'm so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time\n  For all this time\n  For all this time\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  Man child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\n  Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\n  And ohh -I guess ya didn't know\n  That I would grow to be so strong\n  Lookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\n  Where was the money that you said, you would send me\n  Talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\n  Ask about school and my welfare\n  But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\n  You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\n  You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\n  Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start\n  Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\n  So don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" shit\n  Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\n  I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\n  Now that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me\n  You're so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n  For all this time (so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so so sorry)\n  For all this time (fuck that!)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (no)\n  For all this time (so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n  Crossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\n  Had to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\n  If I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\n  Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number\n  Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to\n  Maybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast\n  But livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\n  Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along\n  I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\n  It took a little longer than I thought\n  I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\n  Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\n  All I ever wanted was for you to be a man\n  And grow to be the type you was meant to be\n  Keep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me\n  I'm so sorry\n"},{"id":20363707,"name":"Papa'z Song (Vibe Tribe Remix)","trackName":"Papa'z Song (Vibe Tribe Remix)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Papa'z Song","duration":316.933333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\nA pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\nPlease send me a pops before puberty\nThe things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\nMoms always work, I barely see her\nI'm startin' to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\nIt's a wonder they don't understand kids today\nSo when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\nAnd I hope that he answers me\nI heard God don't like ugly, well, take a look at my family\nA different father every weekend\nBefore we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\nI'm gettin' sick of all the friendships\nAs soon as we kick it, he done split and the whole shit ends quick\nHow can I be a man if there's no role model? Huh\nStrivin' to save my soul I stay cold drinkin' a forty bottle, I'm so sorry\nI'm so sorry (uh, uh, uh, uh)\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry)\nFor all this time (mh)\nFor all this time (don't lie)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry, uh)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time, so sorry, baby\nMoms had to entertain many men\nDidn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\nI'm gettin' a bit older and I'm startin' to be a bother\nMoms can't stand me 'cause I'm lookin' like my father\nShould I stay or run away? Tell me the answer\nMoms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\nGrow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\nMoms was tough 'cause ('cause) papa wasn't man enough\nCouldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\nInstead of takin' care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\nThat's why I'll never be a father\nUnless you got the time, it's a crime, don't even bother\nThat's when I started hatin' the phony smiles\nSaid I was an only child\nLook at mama's lonely smile\nIt's hard for a son to see his mother cry\nShe only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (and I'm)\nFor all this time\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (ayy, uh, uh, uh)\nFor all this time (so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry, baby\nManchild in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\nMoms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\nAnd oh, I guess ya didn't know that I would grow to be so strong\nLookin' kinda pale, was it the ale or pops was wrong?\nWhere was the money that you said, you would send me\nTalked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\nAsk about school and my welfare\nBut it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\nYou think I'm blind but this time I see you comin', Jack\nYou grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin' back\nAsk about my moms like you loved her from the start\nLeft her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\nSo don't even start with that \"born to be a father\" shit\nDon't even bother with your dollars, I don't need it\nI'll bury moms like you left me, all alone, G\nNow that I finally found you, stay the fuck away from me, I'm so sorry\nI'm so sorry (so sorry)\nFor all this time (so, I'm so, so sorry)\nFor all this time (I'm so, so sorry)\nFor all this time (fuck that, uh)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (so, so sorry)\nFor all this time (so, so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry, baby (uh) (sorry)\nI never meant to leave but I was wanted\nCrossed too many people, every house I'd touch was haunted\nHad to watch the strangers, every brother was a danger\nIf I wanted to to keep you breathin', had to be out of range-a\nHad to move on, done lost my name and picked a number\nMade me watch my back, I had no happy home to run to\nMaybe it's my fault for being a father, livin' fast\nBut livin' slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\nHindsight shows me it was wrong all along\nI wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\nIt took a little longer than I thought\nI slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\nNow I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\nAll I ever wanted was for you to be a man\nAnd grow to be the titan you was meant to be\nKeep the war fightin' by the writings that you sent to me, I'm so sorry\nI'm so sorry (s-s-sorry)\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry, I'm)\nFor all this time, so sorry, baby\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Papa'z Song (Vibe Tribe Remix)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Papa'z Song\n  duration_ms: 316933\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\n  A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\n  Please send me a pops before puberty\n  The things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\n  Moms always work, I barely see her\n  I'm startin' to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\n  It's a wonder they don't understand kids today\n  So when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\n  And I hope that he answers me\n  I heard God don't like ugly, well, take a look at my family\n  A different father every weekend\n  Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n  I'm gettin' sick of all the friendships\n  As soon as we kick it, he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n  How can I be a man if there's no role model? Huh\n  Strivin' to save my soul I stay cold drinkin' a forty bottle, I'm so sorry\n  I'm so sorry (uh, uh, uh, uh)\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time (mh)\n  For all this time (don't lie)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry, uh)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time, so sorry, baby\n  Moms had to entertain many men\n  Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n  I'm gettin' a bit older and I'm startin' to be a bother\n  Moms can't stand me 'cause I'm lookin' like my father\n  Should I stay or run away? Tell me the answer\n  Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n  Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n  Moms was tough 'cause ('cause) papa wasn't man enough\n  Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\n  Instead of takin' care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\n  That's why I'll never be a father\n  Unless you got the time, it's a crime, don't even bother\n  That's when I started hatin' the phony smiles\n  Said I was an only child\n  Look at mama's lonely smile\n  It's hard for a son to see his mother cry\n  She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (and I'm)\n  For all this time\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (ayy, uh, uh, uh)\n  For all this time (so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry, baby\n  Manchild in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\n  Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\n  And oh, I guess ya didn't know that I would grow to be so strong\n  Lookin' kinda pale, was it the ale or pops was wrong?\n  Where was the money that you said, you would send me\n  Talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\n  Ask about school and my welfare\n  But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\n  You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin', Jack\n  You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin' back\n  Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start\n  Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\n  So don't even start with that \"born to be a father\" shit\n  Don't even bother with your dollars, I don't need it\n  I'll bury moms like you left me, all alone, G\n  Now that I finally found you, stay the fuck away from me, I'm so sorry\n  I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n  For all this time (so, I'm so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (fuck that, uh)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (so, so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry, baby (uh) (sorry)\n  I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n  Crossed too many people, every house I'd touch was haunted\n  Had to watch the strangers, every brother was a danger\n  If I wanted to to keep you breathin', had to be out of range-a\n  Had to move on, done lost my name and picked a number\n  Made me watch my back, I had no happy home to run to\n  Maybe it's my fault for being a father, livin' fast\n  But livin' slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\n  Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along\n  I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\n  It took a little longer than I thought\n  I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\n  Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\n  All I ever wanted was for you to be a man\n  And grow to be the titan you was meant to be\n  Keep the war fightin' by the writings that you sent to me, I'm so sorry\n  I'm so sorry (s-s-sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry, I'm)\n  For all this time, so sorry, baby\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n"},{"id":14630578,"name":"Papa'z Song (LP Version) (feat. 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meet him they break up before the week ends\nI'm gettin sick of all the friendships\nAs soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\nHow can I be a man if there's no role model?\nStrivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\nI'm so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (don't lie)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (so, sorry)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nMoms had to entertain many men\nDidn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\nI'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\nMoms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\nShould I stay or run away, tell me the answer\nMoms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\nGrow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\nMoms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\nCouldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\nInstead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\nThat's why I'll never be a father\nUnless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n(That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\nSaid I was an only child)\nLook at mama's lonely smile\nIt's hard for a son to see his mother cry\nShe only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\nI'm so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time\nFor all this time\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nMan child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\nMoms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\nAnd ohh -I guess ya didn't know\nThat I would grow to be so strong\nLookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\nWhere was the money that you said, you would send me\nTalked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\nAsk about school and my welfare\nBut it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\nYou think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\nYou grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin 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Please send me a pops before puberty\n[00:29.83] The things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\n[00:33.44] Moms always work, I barely see her\n[00:35.48] I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\n[00:38.76] It's a wonder they don't understand kids today\n[00:41.19] So when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\n[00:45.04] And I hope that he answers me\n[00:46.99] I heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\n[00:50.47] A different father every weekend\n[00:52.88] Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n[00:56.08] I'm gettin sick of all the friendships\n[00:58.10] As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n[01:01.33] How can I be a man if there's no role model?\n[01:04.07] Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\n[01:06.86] I'm so sorry\n[01:10.77] I'm so sorry\n[01:11.91] For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n[01:12.84] For all this time\n[01:14.83] For all this time (don't lie)\n[01:17.57] I'm so sorry\n[01:18.31] For all this time (so, sorry)\n[01:21.85] For all this time\n[01:23.18] For all this time, so sorry baby!\n[01:29.13] Moms had to entertain many men\n[01:31.29] Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n[01:33.95] I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\n[01:36.86] Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\n[01:39.51] Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer\n[01:42.48] Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n[01:45.27] Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n[01:48.09] Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\n[01:50.71] Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\n[01:53.20] Instead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\n[01:57.02] That's why I'll never be a father\n[01:58.99] Unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n[02:01.76] (That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\n[02:04.62] Said I was an only child)\n[02:06.13] Look at mama's lonely 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Huh\nStrivin' to save my soul I stay cold drinkin' a forty bottle, I'm so sorry\nI'm so sorry (uh, uh, uh, uh)\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry)\nFor all this time (mh)\nFor all this time (don't lie)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry, uh)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time, so sorry, baby\nMoms had to entertain many men\nDidn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\nI'm gettin' a bit older and I'm startin' to be a bother\nMoms can't stand me 'cause I'm lookin' like my father\nShould I stay or run away? 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Huh\n[01:04.17]Strivin' to save my soul I stay cold drinkin' a forty bottle, I'm so sorry\n[01:08.65]I'm so sorry (uh, uh, uh, uh)\n[01:09.32]For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n[01:11.32]For all this time (mh)\n[01:14.98]For all this time (don't lie)\n[01:17.59]I'm so sorry\n[01:18.80]For all this time (I'm so sorry, uh)\n[01:23.03]For all this time\n[01:25.66]For all this time, so sorry, baby\n[01:29.26]Moms had to entertain many men\n[01:31.39]Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n[01:34.22]I'm gettin' a bit older and I'm startin' to be a bother\n[01:37.08]Moms can't stand me 'cause I'm lookin' like my father\n[01:39.78]Should I stay or run away? Tell me the answer\n[01:42.46]Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n[01:45.63]Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n[01:48.03]Moms was tough 'cause ('cause) papa wasn't man enough\n[01:50.94]Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\n[01:53.67]Instead of takin' care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\n[01:57.25]That's why I'll never be a father\n[01:59.29]Unless you got the time, it's a crime, don't even bother\n[02:02.88]That's when I started hatin' the phony smiles\n[02:04.83]Said I was an only child\n[02:06.36]Look at mama's lonely smile\n[02:08.10]It's hard for a son to see his mother cry\n[02:10.37]She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\n[02:13.58]I'm so sorry\n[02:15.01]For all this time\n[02:17.97]For all this time (and I'm)\n[02:21.50]For all this time\n[02:24.15]I'm so sorry\n[02:27.24]For all this time (ayy, uh, uh, uh)\n[02:29.15]For all this time (so sorry)\n[02:32.68]For all this time, so sorry, baby\n[02:36.67]Manchild in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\n[02:39.14]Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\n[02:41.77]And oh, I guess ya didn't know that I would grow to be so strong\n[02:45.47]Lookin' kinda pale, was it the ale or pops was wrong?\n[02:48.28]Where was the money that you said, you would send me\n[02:50.93]Talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\n[02:53.73]Ask about school and my welfare\n[02:56.08]But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\n[02:58.86]You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin', Jack\n[03:01.62]You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin' back\n[03:04.27]Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start\n[03:07.02]Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\n[03:09.96]So don't even start with that \"born to be a father\" shit\n[03:12.80]Don't even bother with your dollars, I don't need it\n[03:15.67]I'll bury moms like you left me, all alone, G\n[03:18.33]Now that I finally found you, stay the fuck away from me, I'm so sorry\n[03:21.66]I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n[03:23.36]For all this time (so, I'm so, so sorry)\n[03:26.11]For all this time (I'm so, so sorry)\n[03:28.99]For all this time (fuck that, uh)\n[03:31.53]I'm so sorry\n[03:32.72]For all this time (so, so sorry)\n[03:37.27]For all this time (so, so sorry)\n[03:39.62]For all this time, so sorry, baby (uh) (sorry)\n[03:43.23]I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n[03:44.74]Crossed too many people, every house I'd touch was haunted\n[03:48.23]Had to watch the strangers, every brother was a danger\n[03:50.79]If I wanted to to keep you breathin', had to be out of range-a\n[03:53.79]Had to move on, done lost my name and picked a number\n[03:56.69]Made me watch my back, I had no happy home to run to\n[03:59.66]Maybe it's my fault for being a father, livin' fast\n[04:02.06]But livin' slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\n[04:04.13]Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along\n[04:07.64]I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\n[04:10.54]It took a little longer than I thought\n[04:13.12]I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\n[04:17.38]Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\n[04:19.28]All I ever wanted was for you to be a man\n[04:21.60]And grow to be the titan you was meant to be\n[04:25.24]Keep the war fightin' by the writings that you sent to me, I'm so sorry\n[04:28.30]I'm so sorry (s-s-sorry)\n[04:30.08]For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n[04:32.06]For all this time\n[04:35.47]For all this time (I'm so sorry, I'm)\n[04:41.27]For all this time, so sorry, baby\n[04:46.63]For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n[04:54.82]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Papa'z Song (Vibe Tribe Remix) (Feat. 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baby (uh) (sorry)\n  I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n  Crossed too many people, every house I'd touch was haunted\n  Had to watch the strangers, every brother was a danger\n  If I wanted to to keep you breathin', had to be out of range-a\n  Had to move on, done lost my name and picked a number\n  Made me watch my back, I had no happy home to run to\n  Maybe it's my fault for being a father, livin' fast\n  But livin' slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\n  Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along\n  I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\n  It took a little longer than I thought\n  I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\n  Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\n  All I ever wanted was for you to be a man\n  And grow to be the titan you was meant to be\n  Keep the war fightin' by the writings that you sent to me, I'm so sorry\n  I'm so sorry (s-s-sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For 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today\nSo when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\nAnd I hope that he answers me\nI heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\nA different father every weekend\nBefore we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\nI'm gettin sick of all the friendships\nAs soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\nHow can I be a man if there's no role model?\nStrivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\nI'm so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (don't lie)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (so, sorry)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nMoms had to entertain many men\nDidn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\nI'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\nMoms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\nShould I stay or run away, tell me the answer\nMoms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\nGrow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\nMoms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\nCouldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\nInstead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\nThat's why I'll never be a father\nUnless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n(That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\nSaid I was an only child)\nLook at mama's lonely smile\nIt's hard for a son to see his mother cry\nShe only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\nI'm so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time\nFor all this time\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nMan child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\nMoms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\nAnd ohh -I guess ya didn't know\nThat I would grow to be so strong\nLookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\nWhere was the money that you said, you would send me\nTalked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\nAsk about school and my welfare\nBut it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\nYou think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\nYou grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\nAsk about my moms like you loved her from the start\nLeft her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\nSo don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" shit\nDon't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\nI'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\nNow that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me\nYou're so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry (so sorry)\nFor all this time (so, so sorry)\nFor all this time (I'm so so sorry)\nFor all this time (fuck that!)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (no)\nFor all this time (so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nI never meant to leave but I was wanted\nCrossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\nHad to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\nIf I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\nHad to move, one to lost my name and pick the number\nMade me watch my back I had no happy home to run to\nMaybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast\nBut livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\nHindsight shows me it was wrong all along\nI wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\nIt took a little longer than I thought\nI slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\nNow I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\nAll I ever wanted was for you to be a man\nAnd grow to be the type you was meant to be\nKeep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me\nI'm so sorry","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.12] Daddy's home\n[00:02.11] Heh, so?\n[00:03.41] You say that like that means somethin to me\n[00:06.34] You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time\n[00:08.86] For you to be comin home talkin that \"daddy's home\" shit (nigga)\n[00:12.02] We been gettin along fine just without you\n[00:14.72] Me, my brother, and my mother\n[00:17.73] So if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS. fuck you!\n[00:22.31] Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\n[00:24.97] A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\n[00:27.72] Please send me a pops before puberty\n[00:29.83] The things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\n[00:33.44] Moms always work, I barely see her\n[00:35.48] I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\n[00:38.76] It's a wonder they don't understand kids today\n[00:41.19] So when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\n[00:45.04] And I hope that he answers me\n[00:46.99] I heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\n[00:50.47] A different father every weekend\n[00:52.88] Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n[00:56.08] I'm gettin sick of all the friendships\n[00:58.10] As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n[01:01.33] How can I be a man if there's no role model?\n[01:04.07] Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\n[01:06.86] I'm so sorry\n[01:10.77] I'm so sorry\n[01:11.91] For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n[01:12.84] For all this time\n[01:14.83] For all this time (don't lie)\n[01:17.57] I'm so sorry\n[01:18.31] For all this time (so, sorry)\n[01:21.85] For all this time\n[01:23.18] For all this time, so sorry baby!\n[01:29.13] Moms had to entertain many men\n[01:31.29] Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n[01:33.95] I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\n[01:36.86] Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\n[01:39.51] Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer\n[01:42.48] Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n[01:45.27] Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n[01:48.09] Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\n[01:50.71] Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\n[01:53.20] Instead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\n[01:57.02] That's why I'll never be a father\n[01:58.99] Unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n[02:01.76] (That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\n[02:04.62] Said I was an only child)\n[02:06.13] Look at mama's lonely smile\n[02:08.05] It's hard for a son to see his mother cry\n[02:10.11] She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\n[02:13.21] I'm so sorry\n[02:14.04] I'm so sorry\n[02:15.50] For all this time\n[02:18.74] For all this time\n[02:19.52] For all this time\n[02:24.27] I'm so sorry\n[02:27.01] For all this time\n[02:27.93] For all this time (so sorry)\n[02:31.32] For all this time, so sorry baby!\n[02:35.83] Man child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\n[02:38.81] Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\n[02:41.54] And ohh -I guess ya didn't know\n[02:43.28] That I would grow to be so strong\n[02:45.10] Lookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\n[02:47.98] Where was the money that you said, you would send me\n[02:50.68] Talked on the 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answers me\n  I heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\n  A different father every weekend\n  Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n  I'm gettin sick of all the friendships\n  As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n  How can I be a man if there's no role model?\n  Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\n  I'm so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (don't lie)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (so, sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  Moms had to entertain many men\n  Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n  I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\n  Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\n  Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer\n  Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n  Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n  Moms was tough cause 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 Ask about school and my welfare\n  But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\n  You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\n  You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\n  Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start\n  Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\n  So don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" shit\n  Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\n  I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\n  Now that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me\n  You're so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n  For all this time (so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so so sorry)\n  For all this time (fuck that!)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (no)\n  For all this time (so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n  Crossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\n  Had to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\n  If I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\n  Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number\n  Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to\n  Maybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast\n  But livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\n  Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along\n  I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\n  It took a little longer than I thought\n  I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\n  Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\n  All I ever wanted was for you to be a man\n  And grow to be the type you was meant to be\n  Keep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me\n  I'm so sorry\n"},{"id":24436365,"name":"Papa'z Song [Vibe Tribe Remix]","trackName":"Papa'z Song [Vibe Tribe Remix]","artistName":"2pac","albumName":"Papa'z Song [US CD Single]","duration":310.0995919,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\nA pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\nPlease send me a pops before puberty\nThe things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\nMoms always work, I barely see her\nI'm startin' to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\nIt's a wonder they don't understand kids today\nSo when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\nAnd I hope that he answers me\nI heard God don't like ugly, well, take a look at my family\nA different father every weekend\nBefore we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\nI'm gettin' sick of all the friendships\nAs soon as we kick it, he done split and the whole shit ends quick\nHow can I be a man if there's no role model? Huh\nStrivin' to save my soul I stay cold drinkin' a forty bottle, I'm so sorry\nI'm so sorry (uh, uh, uh, uh)\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry)\nFor all this time (mh)\nFor all this time (don't lie)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry, uh)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time, so sorry, baby\nMoms had to entertain many men\nDidn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\nI'm gettin' a bit older and I'm startin' to be a bother\nMoms can't stand me 'cause I'm lookin' like my father\nShould I stay or run away? Tell me the answer\nMoms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\nGrow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\nMoms was tough 'cause ('cause) papa wasn't man enough\nCouldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\nInstead of takin' care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\nThat's why I'll never be a father\nUnless you got the time, it's a crime, don't even bother\nThat's when I started hatin' the phony smiles\nSaid I was an only child\nLook at mama's lonely smile\nIt's hard for a son to see his mother cry\nShe only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (and I'm)\nFor all this time\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (ayy, uh, uh, uh)\nFor all this time (so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry, baby\nManchild in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\nMoms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\nAnd oh, I guess ya didn't know that I would grow to be so strong\nLookin' kinda pale, was it the ale or pops was wrong?\nWhere was the money that you said, you would send me\nTalked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\nAsk about school and my welfare\nBut it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\nYou think I'm blind but this time I see you comin', Jack\nYou grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin' back\nAsk about my moms like you loved her from the start\nLeft her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\nSo don't even start with that \"born to be a father\" shit\nDon't even bother with your dollars, I don't need it\nI'll bury moms like you left me, all alone, G\nNow that I finally found you, stay the fuck away from me, I'm so sorry\nI'm so sorry (so sorry)\nFor all this time (so, I'm so, so sorry)\nFor all this time (I'm so, so sorry)\nFor all this time (fuck that, uh)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (so, so sorry)\nFor all this time (so, so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry, baby (uh) (sorry)\nI never meant to leave but I was wanted\nCrossed too many people, every house I'd touch was haunted\nHad to watch the strangers, every brother was a danger\nIf I wanted to to keep you breathin', had to be out of range-a\nHad to move on, done lost my name and picked a number\nMade me watch my back, I had no happy home to run to\nMaybe it's my fault for being a father, livin' fast\nBut livin' slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\nHindsight shows me it was wrong all along\nI wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\nIt took a little longer than I thought\nI slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\nNow I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\nAll I ever wanted was for you to be a man\nAnd grow to be the titan you was meant to be\nKeep the war fightin' by the writings that you sent to me, I'm so sorry\nI'm so sorry (s-s-sorry)\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry, I'm)\nFor all this time, so sorry, baby\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Papa'z Song [Vibe Tribe Remix]\n  artist: 2pac\n  album: Papa'z Song [US CD Single]\n  duration_ms: 310100\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\n  A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\n  Please send me a pops before puberty\n  The things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\n  Moms always work, I barely see her\n  I'm startin' to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\n  It's a wonder they don't understand kids today\n  So when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\n  And I hope that he answers me\n  I heard God don't like ugly, well, take a look at my family\n  A different father every weekend\n  Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n  I'm gettin' sick of all the friendships\n  As soon as we kick it, he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n  How can I be a man if there's no role model? Huh\n  Strivin' to save my soul I stay cold drinkin' a forty bottle, I'm so sorry\n  I'm so sorry (uh, uh, uh, uh)\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time (mh)\n  For all this time (don't lie)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry, uh)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time, so sorry, baby\n  Moms had to entertain many men\n  Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n  I'm gettin' a bit older and I'm startin' to be a bother\n  Moms can't stand me 'cause I'm lookin' like my father\n  Should I stay or run away? Tell me the answer\n  Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n  Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n  Moms was tough 'cause ('cause) papa wasn't man enough\n  Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\n  Instead of takin' care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\n  That's why I'll never be a father\n  Unless you got the time, it's a crime, don't even bother\n  That's when I started hatin' the phony smiles\n  Said I was an only child\n  Look at mama's lonely smile\n  It's hard for a son to see his mother cry\n  She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (and I'm)\n  For all this time\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (ayy, uh, uh, uh)\n  For all this time (so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry, baby\n  Manchild in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\n  Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\n  And oh, I guess ya didn't know that I would grow to be so strong\n  Lookin' kinda pale, was it the ale or pops was wrong?\n  Where was the money that you said, you would send me\n  Talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\n  Ask about school and my welfare\n  But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\n  You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin', Jack\n  You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin' back\n  Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start\n  Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\n  So don't even start with that \"born to be a father\" shit\n  Don't even bother with your dollars, I don't need it\n  I'll bury moms like you left me, all alone, G\n  Now that I finally found you, stay the fuck away from me, I'm so sorry\n  I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n  For all this time (so, I'm so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (fuck that, uh)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (so, so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry, baby (uh) (sorry)\n  I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n  Crossed too many people, every house I'd touch was haunted\n  Had to watch the strangers, every brother was a danger\n  If I wanted to to keep you breathin', had to be out of range-a\n  Had to move on, done lost my name and picked a number\n  Made me watch my back, I had no happy home to run to\n  Maybe it's my fault for being a father, livin' fast\n  But livin' slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\n  Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along\n  I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\n  It took a little longer than I thought\n  I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\n  Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\n  All I ever wanted was for you to be a man\n  And grow to be the titan you was meant to be\n  Keep the war fightin' by the writings that you sent to me, I'm so sorry\n  I'm so sorry (s-s-sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry, I'm)\n  For all this time, so sorry, baby\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n"},{"id":16874944,"name":"15 - Papa'z Song - 2Pac","trackName":"15 - Papa'z Song - 2Pac","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.","duration":325.572437,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Daddy's home\n\nHeh, so?\nYou say that like that means somethin to me\nYou've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time\nFor you to be comin home talkin that \"daddy's home\" shit (nigga)\nWe been gettin along fine just without you\nMe, my brother, and my mother\nSo if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS. fuck you!\n\nHad to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\nA pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\nPlease send me a pops before puberty\nThe things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\nMoms always work, I barely see her\nI'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\nIt's a wonder they don't understand kids today\nSo when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\nAnd I hope that he answers me\nI heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\nA different father every weekend\nBefore we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\nI'm gettin sick of all the friendships\nAs soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\nHow can I be a man if there's no role model?\nStrivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\nI'm so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (don't lie)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (so, sorry)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nMoms had to entertain many men\nDidn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\nI'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\nMoms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\nShould I stay or run away, tell me the answer\nMoms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\nGrow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\nMoms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\nCouldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\nInstead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\nThat's why I'll never be a father\nUnless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n(That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\nSaid I was an only child)\nLook at mama's lonely smile\nIt's hard for a son to see his mother cry\nShe only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\nI'm so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time\nFor all this time\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nMan child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\nMoms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\nAnd ohh -I guess ya didn't know\nThat I would grow to be so strong\nLookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\nWhere was the money that you said, you would send me\nTalked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\nAsk about school and my welfare\nBut it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\nYou think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\nYou grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\nAsk about my moms like you loved her from the start\nLeft her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\nSo don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" shit\nDon't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\nI'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\nNow that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me\nYou're so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry (so sorry)\nFor all this time (so, so sorry)\nFor all this time (I'm so so sorry)\nFor all this time (fuck that!)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (no)\nFor all this time (so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nI never meant to leave but I was wanted\nCrossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\nHad to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\nIf I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\nHad to move, one to lost my name and pick the number\nMade me watch my back I had no happy home to run to\nMaybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast\nBut livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\nHindsight shows me it was wrong all along\nI wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\nIt took a little longer than I thought\nI slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\nNow I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\nAll I ever wanted was for you to be a man\nAnd grow to be the type you was meant to be\nKeep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me\nI'm so sorry","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.12] Daddy's home\n[00:02.11] Heh, so?\n[00:03.41] You say that like that means somethin to me\n[00:06.34] You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time\n[00:08.86] For you to be comin home talkin that \"daddy's home\" shit (nigga)\n[00:12.02] We been gettin along fine just without you\n[00:14.72] Me, my brother, and my mother\n[00:17.73] So if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS. fuck you!\n[00:22.31] Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\n[00:24.97] A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\n[00:27.72] Please send me a pops before puberty\n[00:29.83] The things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\n[00:33.44] Moms always work, I barely see her\n[00:35.48] I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\n[00:38.76] It's a wonder they don't understand kids today\n[00:41.19] So when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\n[00:45.04] And I hope that he answers me\n[00:46.99] I heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\n[00:50.47] A different father every weekend\n[00:52.88] Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n[00:56.08] I'm gettin sick of all the friendships\n[00:58.10] As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n[01:01.33] How can I be a man if there's no role model?\n[01:04.07] Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\n[01:06.86] I'm so sorry\n[01:10.77] I'm so sorry\n[01:11.91] For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n[01:12.84] For all this time\n[01:14.83] For all this time (don't lie)\n[01:17.57] I'm so sorry\n[01:18.31] For all this time (so, sorry)\n[01:21.85] For all this time\n[01:23.18] For all this time, so sorry baby!\n[01:29.13] Moms had to entertain many men\n[01:31.29] Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n[01:33.95] I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\n[01:36.86] Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\n[01:39.51] Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer\n[01:42.48] Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n[01:45.27] Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n[01:48.09] Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\n[01:50.71] Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\n[01:53.20] Instead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\n[01:57.02] That's why I'll never be a father\n[01:58.99] Unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n[02:01.76] (That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\n[02:04.62] Said I was an only child)\n[02:06.13] Look at mama's lonely smile\n[02:08.05] It's hard for a son to see his mother cry\n[02:10.11] She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\n[02:13.21] I'm so sorry\n[02:14.04] I'm so sorry\n[02:15.50] For all this time\n[02:18.74] For all this time\n[02:19.52] For all this time\n[02:24.27] I'm so sorry\n[02:27.01] For all this time\n[02:27.93] For all this time (so sorry)\n[02:31.32] For all this time, so sorry baby!\n[02:35.83] Man child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\n[02:38.81] Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\n[02:41.54] And ohh -I guess ya didn't know\n[02:43.28] That I would grow to be so strong\n[02:45.10] Lookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\n[02:47.98] Where was the money that you said, you would send me\n[02:50.68] Talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\n[02:53.45] Ask about school and my welfare\n[02:55.74] But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\n[02:58.59] You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\n[03:01.34] You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\n[03:03.91] Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start\n[03:06.69] Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\n[03:09.65] So don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" shit\n[03:12.42] Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\n[03:15.22] I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\n[03:18.04] Now that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me\n[03:20.48] You're so sorry\n[03:24.64] I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n[03:25.48] For all this time (so, so sorry)\n[03:28.04] For all this time (I'm so so sorry)\n[03:30.44] For all this time (fuck that!)\n[03:31.19] I'm so sorry\n[03:33.79] For all this time (no)\n[03:36.55] For all this time (so sorry)\n[03:38.24] For all this time, so sorry baby!\n[03:42.71] I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n[03:45.03] Crossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\n[03:47.86] Had to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\n[03:50.25] If I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\n[03:53.45] Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number\n[03:55.80] Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to\n[03:58.96] Maybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast\n[04:01.60] But livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\n[04:04.59] Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along\n[04:07.16] I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\n[04:10.68] It took a little longer than I thought\n[04:12.67] I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\n[04:16.32] Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\n[04:19.42] All I ever wanted was for you to be a man\n[04:21.77] And grow to be the type you was meant to be\n[04:24.77] Keep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me\n[04:56.25] I'm so sorry\n[05:15.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 15 - Papa'z Song - 2Pac\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.\n  duration_ms: 325572\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Daddy's home\n  start_ms: 120\n  end_ms: 2110\n- text: Heh, so?\n  start_ms: 2110\n  end_ms: 3410\n- text: You say that like that means somethin to me\n  start_ms: 3410\n  end_ms: 6340\n- text: You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time\n  start_ms: 6340\n  end_ms: 8860\n- text: For you to be comin home talkin that \"daddy's home\" shit (nigga)\n  start_ms: 8860\n  end_ms: 12020\n- text: We been gettin along fine just without you\n  start_ms: 12020\n  end_ms: 14720\n- text: Me, my brother, and my mother\n  start_ms: 14720\n  end_ms: 17730\n- text: So if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS. fuck you!\n  start_ms: 17730\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry 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before the week ends\n  start_ms: 52880\n  end_ms: 56080\n- text: I'm gettin sick of all the friendships\n  start_ms: 56080\n  end_ms: 58100\n- text: As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n  start_ms: 58100\n  end_ms: 61330\n- text: How can I be a man if there's no role model?\n  start_ms: 61330\n  end_ms: 64070\n- text: Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\n  start_ms: 64070\n  end_ms: 66860\n- text: I'm so sorry\n  start_ms: 66860\n  end_ms: 70770\n- text: I'm so sorry\n  start_ms: 70770\n  end_ms: 71910\n- text: For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  start_ms: 71910\n  end_ms: 72840\n- text: For all this time\n  start_ms: 72840\n  end_ms: 74830\n- text: For all this time (don't lie)\n  start_ms: 74830\n  end_ms: 77570\n- text: I'm so sorry\n  start_ms: 77570\n  end_ms: 78310\n- text: For all this time (so, sorry)\n  start_ms: 78310\n  end_ms: 81850\n- text: For all this time\n  start_ms: 81850\n  end_ms: 83180\n- text: For all this time, so sorry baby!\n  start_ms: 83180\n  end_ms: 89130\n- text: Moms had to entertain many men\n  start_ms: 89130\n  end_ms: 91290\n- text: Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n  start_ms: 91290\n  end_ms: 93950\n- text: I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\n  start_ms: 93950\n  end_ms: 96860\n- text: Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\n  start_ms: 96860\n  end_ms: 99510\n- text: Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer\n  start_ms: 99510\n  end_ms: 102480\n- text: Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n  start_ms: 102480\n  end_ms: 105270\n- text: Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n  start_ms: 105270\n  end_ms: 108090\n- text: Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\n  start_ms: 108090\n  end_ms: 110710\n- text: Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\n  start_ms: 110710\n  end_ms: 113200\n- text: Instead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\n  start_ms: 113200\n  end_ms: 117020\n- text: That's why I'll never be a father\n  start_ms: 117020\n  end_ms: 118990\n- text: Unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n  start_ms: 118990\n  end_ms: 121760\n- text: (That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\n  start_ms: 121760\n  end_ms: 124620\n- text: Said I was an only child)\n  start_ms: 124620\n  end_ms: 126130\n- text: Look at mama's lonely smile\n  start_ms: 126130\n  end_ms: 128050\n- text: It's hard for a son to see his mother cry\n  start_ms: 128050\n  end_ms: 130110\n- text: She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\n  start_ms: 130110\n  end_ms: 133210\n- text: I'm so sorry\n  start_ms: 133210\n  end_ms: 134040\n- text: I'm so sorry\n  start_ms: 134040\n  end_ms: 135500\n- text: For all this time\n  start_ms: 135500\n  end_ms: 138740\n- text: For all this time\n  start_ms: 138740\n  end_ms: 139520\n- text: For all this time\n  start_ms: 139520\n  end_ms: 144270\n- text: I'm so sorry\n  start_ms: 144270\n  end_ms: 147010\n- text: For all this time\n  start_ms: 147010\n  end_ms: 147930\n- text: For all this time (so sorry)\n  start_ms: 147930\n  end_ms: 151320\n- text: For all this time, so sorry baby!\n  start_ms: 151320\n  end_ms: 155830\n- text: Man child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\n  start_ms: 155830\n  end_ms: 158810\n- text: Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\n  start_ms: 158810\n  end_ms: 161540\n- text: And ohh -I guess ya didn't know\n  start_ms: 161540\n  end_ms: 163280\n- text: That I would grow to be so strong\n  start_ms: 163280\n  end_ms: 165100\n- text: Lookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\n  start_ms: 165100\n  end_ms: 167980\n- text: Where was the money that you said, you would send me\n  start_ms: 167980\n  end_ms: 170680\n- text: Talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\n  start_ms: 170680\n  end_ms: 173450\n- text: Ask about school and my welfare\n  start_ms: 173450\n  end_ms: 175740\n- text: But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\n  start_ms: 175740\n  end_ms: 178590\n- text: You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\n  start_ms: 178590\n  end_ms: 181340\n- text: You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\n  start_ms: 181340\n  end_ms: 183910\n- text: Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start\n  start_ms: 183910\n  end_ms: 186690\n- text: Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\n  start_ms: 186690\n  end_ms: 189650\n- text: So don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" shit\n  start_ms: 189650\n  end_ms: 192420\n- text: Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\n  start_ms: 192420\n  end_ms: 195220\n- text: I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\n  start_ms: 195220\n  end_ms: 198040\n- text: Now that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me\n  start_ms: 198040\n  end_ms: 200480\n- text: You're so sorry\n  start_ms: 200480\n  end_ms: 204640\n- text: I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n  start_ms: 204640\n  end_ms: 205480\n- text: For all this time (so, so sorry)\n  start_ms: 205480\n  end_ms: 208040\n- text: For all this time (I'm so so sorry)\n  start_ms: 208040\n  end_ms: 210440\n- text: For all this time (fuck that!)\n  start_ms: 210440\n  end_ms: 211190\n- text: I'm so sorry\n  start_ms: 211190\n  end_ms: 213790\n- text: For all this time (no)\n  start_ms: 213790\n  end_ms: 216550\n- text: For all this time (so sorry)\n  start_ms: 216550\n  end_ms: 218240\n- text: For all this time, so sorry baby!\n  start_ms: 218240\n  end_ms: 222710\n- text: I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n  start_ms: 222710\n  end_ms: 225030\n- text: Crossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\n  start_ms: 225030\n  end_ms: 227860\n- text: Had to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\n  start_ms: 227860\n  end_ms: 230250\n- text: If I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\n  start_ms: 230250\n  end_ms: 233450\n- text: Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number\n  start_ms: 233450\n  end_ms: 235800\n- text: Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to\n  start_ms: 235800\n  end_ms: 238960\n- text: Maybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast\n  start_ms: 238960\n  end_ms: 241600\n- text: But livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\n  start_ms: 241600\n  end_ms: 244590\n- text: Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along\n  start_ms: 244590\n  end_ms: 247160\n- text: I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\n  start_ms: 247160\n  end_ms: 250680\n- text: It took a little longer than I thought\n  start_ms: 250680\n  end_ms: 252670\n- text: I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\n  start_ms: 252670\n  end_ms: 256320\n- text: Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\n  start_ms: 256320\n  end_ms: 259420\n- text: All I ever wanted was for you to be a man\n  start_ms: 259420\n  end_ms: 261770\n- text: And grow to be the type you was meant to be\n  start_ms: 261770\n  end_ms: 264770\n- text: Keep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me\n  start_ms: 264770\n  end_ms: 296250\n- text: I'm so sorry\n  start_ms: 296250\n  end_ms: 315160\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315160\nplain: |-\n  Daddy's home\n\n  Heh, so?\n  You say that like that means somethin to me\n  You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time\n  For you to be comin home talkin that \"daddy's home\" shit (nigga)\n  We been gettin along fine just without you\n  Me, my brother, and my mother\n  So if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS. fuck you!\n\n  Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\n  A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\n  Please send me a pops before puberty\n  The things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\n  Moms always work, I barely see her\n  I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\n  It's a wonder they don't understand kids today\n  So when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\n  And I hope that he answers me\n  I heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\n  A different father every weekend\n  Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n  I'm gettin sick of all the friendships\n  As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n  How can I be a man if there's no role model?\n  Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\n  I'm so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (don't lie)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (so, sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  Moms had to entertain many men\n  Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n  I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\n  Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\n  Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer\n  Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n  Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n  Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\n  Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\n  Instead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\n  That's why I'll never be a father\n  Unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n  (That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\n  Said I was an only child)\n  Look at mama's lonely smile\n  It's hard for a son to see his mother cry\n  She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\n  I'm so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time\n  For all this time\n  For all this time\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  Man child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\n  Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\n  And ohh -I guess ya didn't know\n  That I would grow to be so strong\n  Lookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\n  Where was the money that you said, you would send me\n  Talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\n  Ask about school and my welfare\n  But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\n  You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\n  You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\n  Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start\n  Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\n  So don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" shit\n  Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\n  I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\n  Now that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me\n  You're so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n  For all this time (so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so so sorry)\n  For all this time (fuck that!)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (no)\n  For all this time (so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n  Crossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\n  Had to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\n  If I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\n  Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number\n  Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to\n  Maybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast\n  But livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\n  Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along\n  I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\n  It took a little longer than I thought\n  I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\n  Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\n  All I ever wanted was for you to be a man\n  And grow to be the type you was meant to be\n  Keep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me\n  I'm so sorry\n"},{"id":4895533,"name":"Peep Game","trackName":"Peep Game","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Papa’z Song","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"So what the fuck you talking about?\n\nGoody, goody, gumdrops, nigga, get your hoodie\nAn' your gun cocked, rock it 'til the drum stops\nHip hop, even if my shit flip flop\nAn' it probably wouldn't stop, talk shit an' get socked\n\nHow ya hang 'em? Know a realer, nigga? You could bring him\nIf I don't represent the shit, I'll kick it, we could sway him\nAs if I know ya, then I could show ya\nBut if I don't know, I got a fo'-fo' fo' ya\n\nSo, so peep game at point blank range\nThe fame can't change what the game maintains\nStrange, wind against the grain\nAw, shit, flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch\n\nCatch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'ma dis her\nCouldn't be my sister if she actin' like I missed her\nTell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me?\nDon't these niggas know that neither one of y'all can flay me?\n\nI ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't Diesel\nBut fuck wit Tupac an' pop goes the weasel\nMe an' Threat made a bet on how many fellas\nWould jack a mothafuckin' real nigga 'coz they jealous\n\nThey do it for the fame, explain, insane\nWhat's in a name, what's in a name? Peep game\n\nPunk bitch, how ya like me now?\nCan't fuck around with the funky style\nPut it together like a puzzle builder\nIf Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya\n\nKilla Cali, the state where they kill\nDown wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?\nThe bitches lookin' funny, feel 'em at me, feel 'em at me\nWith they minds on they Heaven, wit they 3 5 7\n\nWhere you at? On the freeway, deep in LA\nOkay, see you when get here, loc, okay\nHere I am, here I am, goddamn, that was quick\nTold ya I was comin', who is that? Is that your woman?\n\nNa, that's just a hooch lookin' for some juice\nWhat's up my nigga? What ya know, a nigga got a little bigger\nThat's all folks know, fat gold ropes\nGotta keep a low key for my attack when I approach\n\nI want the diamonds, the pearls, the round the way girls\n'Coz baby got, baby got backs out this world\nWould you give a fee? Never, fly like a feather\nMake more money than your father an' your momma put together\n\nThe game is to be sold, not to be told\nSo buy it, can't afford it?\nLow budget hoes gotta brother, peep game\n\nPunk bitch, how ya like me now?\nCan't fuck around wit the funky style\nPut it together like a puzzle builder\nIf Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya\n\nDon't sell out, get the hell out\n'Coz here I come, hit 'em with my bop gun\nThey came an' they blast, we got wit they ass\nAn' oh, pop this vest an' all the rest of that mess\n\nComin' through like Terminator 2\nBruise your crew 'coz we ain't afraid of you\nYou know what time it is wit me once the clock strike 3\nThey go for coo coo like Cocoa Puffs, ooh, wee\n\nPunk bitch, how ya like me now?\nCan't fuck around wit the funky style\nPut it together like a puzzle builder\nIf Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya\n\nTime to get paid, time to get paid, check\nTime to represent the West, on me, nothin' but a vest\nGot my hands on my glock, eyes on the prize\nFirst sucka jump, first sucka die\n\nGimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya\nHard as a boulder, mothafuckin' soldier\nBoom bam boom, it's a stick up\nVice President Dan Quayle eat a dick up, peep game\n\nPunk bitch, how ya like me now?\nCan't fuck around wit the funky style\nPut it together like a puzzle builder\nIf Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya\n\nPunk bitch, how ya like me now?\nCan't fuck around wit the funky style\nPut it together like a puzzle builder\nIf Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya\n\nPunk bitch, fuck all those mothafuckas\nThey all can eat a mothafuckin' dick up\nWord up, fuck the police, I don't give a fuck\nBobcat in this mothafucka, boy\n\nBig up, big up to the criminals, fuck 'em\nThis is serious business, yeah, Microphone Mafia\nTupac, Threat, Bobcat, 93 shot\nYeah, nigga, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:14.85] So what the fuck you talking about?\n[00:16.75] Goody, goody, gumdrops, nigga, get your hoodie\n[00:20.00] An' your gun cocked, rock it 'til the drum stops\n[00:21.96] Hip hop, even if my shit flip flop\n[00:24.10] An' it probably wouldn't stop, talk shit an' get socked\n[00:26.59] How ya hang 'em? Know a realer, nigga? You could bring him\n[00:29.26] If I don't represent the shit, I'll kick it, we could sway him\n[00:31.68] As if I know ya, then I could show ya\n[00:33.87] But if I don't know, I got a fo'-fo' fo' ya\n[00:36.22] So, so peep game at point blank range\n[00:38.72] The fame can't change what the game maintains\n[00:40.97] Strange, wind against the grain\n[00:42.96] Aw, shit, flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch\n[00:45.94] Catch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'ma dis her\n[00:48.36] Couldn't be my sister if she actin' like I missed her\n[00:50.91] Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me?\n[00:53.16] Don't these niggas know that neither one of y'all can flay me?\n[00:55.88] I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't Diesel\n[00:57.86] But fuck wit Tupac an' pop goes the weasel\n[01:00.75] Me an' Threat made a bet on how many fellas\n[01:02.63] Would jack a mothafuckin' real nigga 'coz they jealous\n[01:05.54] They do it for the fame, explain, insane\n[01:08.00] What's in a name, what's in a name? Peep game\n[01:10.48] Punk bitch, how ya like me now?\n[01:12.34] Can't fuck around with the funky style\n[01:15.00] Put it together like a puzzle builder\n[01:16.93] If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya\n[01:19.58] Killa Cali, the state where they kill\n[01:21.81] Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?\n[01:24.16] The bitches lookin' funny, feel 'em at me, feel 'em at me\n[01:27.05] With they minds on they Heaven, wit they 3 5 7\n[01:28.86] Where you at? On the freeway, deep in LA\n[01:31.22] Okay, see you when get here, loc, okay\n[01:33.65] Here I am, here I am, goddamn, that was quick\n[01:36.33] Told ya I was comin', who is that? Is that your woman?\n[01:38.62] Na, that's just a hooch lookin' for some juice\n[01:40.84] What's up my nigga? What ya know, a nigga got a little bigger\n[01:43.40] That's all folks know, fat gold ropes\n[01:45.70] Gotta keep a low key for my attack when I approach\n[01:48.11] I want the diamonds, the pearls, the round the way girls\n[01:50.52] 'Coz baby got, baby got backs out this world\n[01:53.03] Would you give a fee? 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You could bring him\n[00:29.10] If I don't represent the shit, I'll kick it, we could sway him\n[00:31.86] As if I know ya, then I could show ya\n[00:33.97] But if I don't know, I got a fo'-fo' fo' ya\n[00:36.22] So, so peep game at point blank range\n[00:38.78] The fame can't change what the game maintains\n[00:41.15] Strange, wind against the grain\n[00:42.81] Aw, shit, flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch\n[00:46.03] Catch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'ma dis her\n[00:48.41] Couldn't be my sister if she actin' like I missed her\n[00:50.87] Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me?\n[00:53.29] Don't these niggas know that neither one of y'all can flay me?\n[00:55.89] I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't Diesel\n[00:57.99] But fuck wit Tupac an' pop goes the weasel\n[01:00.72] Me an' Threat made a bet on how many fellas\n[01:02.73] Would jack a mothafuckin' real nigga 'coz they jealous\n[01:05.78] They do it for the fame, explain, insane\n[01:08.25] What's in a name, what's in a name? 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Know a realer, nigga? You could bring him\nIf I don't represent the shit, I'll kick it, we could sway him\nAs if I know ya, then I could show ya\nBut if I don't know, I got a fo'-fo' fo' ya\n\nSo, so peep game at point blank range\nThe fame can't change what the game maintains\nStrange, wind against the grain\nAw, shit, flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch\n\nCatch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'ma dis her\nCouldn't be my sister if she actin' like I missed her\nTell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me?\nDon't these niggas know that neither one of y'all can flay me?\n\nI ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't Diesel\nBut fuck wit Tupac an' pop goes the weasel\nMe an' Threat made a bet on how many fellas\nWould jack a mothafuckin' real nigga 'coz they jealous\n\nThey do it for the fame, explain, insane\nWhat's in a name, what's in a name? Peep game\n\nPunk bitch, how ya like me now?\nCan't fuck around with the funky style\nPut it together like a puzzle builder\nIf Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya\n\nKilla Cali, the state where they kill\nDown wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?\nThe bitches lookin' funny, feel 'em at me, feel 'em at me\nWith they minds on they Heaven, wit they 3 5 7\n\nWhere you at? On the freeway, deep in LA\nOkay, see you when get here, loc, okay\nHere I am, here I am, goddamn, that was quick\nTold ya I was comin', who is that? Is that your woman?\n\nNa, that's just a hooch lookin' for some juice\nWhat's up my nigga? What ya know, a nigga got a little bigger\nThat's all folks know, fat gold ropes\nGotta keep a low key for my attack when I approach\n\nI want the diamonds, the pearls, the round the way girls\n'Coz baby got, baby got backs out this world\nWould you give a fee? 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You could bring him\n[00:29.10] If I don't represent the shit, I'll kick it, we could sway him\n[00:31.86] As if I know ya, then I could show ya\n[00:33.97] But if I don't know, I got a fo'-fo' fo' ya\n[00:36.22] So, so peep game at point blank range\n[00:38.78] The fame can't change what the game maintains\n[00:41.15] Strange, wind against the grain\n[00:42.81] Aw, shit, flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch\n[00:46.03] Catch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'ma dis her\n[00:48.41] Couldn't be my sister if she actin' like I missed her\n[00:50.87] Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me?\n[00:53.29] Don't these niggas know that neither one of y'all can flay me?\n[00:55.89] I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't Diesel\n[00:57.99] But fuck wit Tupac an' pop goes the weasel\n[01:00.72] Me an' Threat made a bet on how many fellas\n[01:02.73] Would jack a mothafuckin' real nigga 'coz they jealous\n[01:05.78] They do it for the fame, explain, insane\n[01:08.25] What's in a name, what's in a name? 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What ya know, a nigga got a little bigger\n[01:43.35] That's all folks know, fat gold ropes\n[01:45.70] Gotta keep a low key for my attack when I approach\n[01:48.08] I want the diamonds, the pearls, the round the way girls\n[01:50.66] 'Coz baby got, baby got backs out this world\n[01:52.98] Would you give a fee? 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Never, fly like a feather\n  Make more money than your father an' your momma put together\n\n  The game is to be sold, not to be told\n  So buy it, can't afford it?\n  Low budget hoes gotta brother, peep game\n\n  Punk bitch, how ya like me now?\n  Can't fuck around wit the funky style\n  Put it together like a puzzle builder\n  If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya\n\n  Don't sell out, get the hell out\n  'Coz here I come, hit 'em with my bop gun\n  They came an' they blast, we got wit they ass\n  An' oh, pop this vest an' all the rest of that mess\n\n  Comin' through like Terminator 2\n  Bruise your crew 'coz we ain't afraid of you\n  You know what time it is wit me once the clock strike 3\n  They go for coo coo like Cocoa Puffs, ooh, wee\n\n  Punk bitch, how ya like me now?\n  Can't fuck around wit the funky style\n  Put it together like a puzzle builder\n  If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya\n\n  Time to get paid, time to get paid, check\n  Time to represent the West, on me, nothin' but a vest\n  Got my hands on my glock, eyes on the prize\n  First sucka jump, first sucka die\n\n  Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya\n  Hard as a boulder, mothafuckin' soldier\n  Boom bam boom, it's a stick up\n  Vice President Dan Quayle eat a dick up, peep game\n\n  Punk bitch, how ya like me now?\n  Can't fuck around wit the funky style\n  Put it together like a puzzle builder\n  If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya\n\n  Punk bitch, how ya like me now?\n  Can't fuck around wit the funky style\n  Put it together like a puzzle builder\n  If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya\n\n  Punk bitch, fuck all those mothafuckas\n  They all can eat a mothafuckin' dick up\n  Word up, fuck the police, I don't give a fuck\n  Bobcat in this mothafucka, boy\n\n  Big up, big up to the criminals, fuck 'em\n  This is serious business, yeah, Microphone Mafia\n  Tupac, Threat, Bobcat, 93 shot\n  Yeah, nigga, bitch\n"},{"id":26668098,"name":"Cradle to the Grave","trackName":"Cradle to the Grave","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Papa’z Song","duration":373.488,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"From the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy\n\nJune 16th, 1971,\nMama gave birth to a hell-raisin heavenly son\nSee the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back\nMy first words was \"Thug for life,\" and \"Papa pass the Mac.\"\nI'm bustin' on these motherfuckers ballin'\nListen you can hear my mini fourteen callin' \nFrom out the window of my drop top, I got my Glock cocked\nBustin' at niggas, when will it stop?\nNow tell me are you scared of the dark?\nCan't close my eyes I see visions\nAnd even with this thug livin, will I escape prison?\nPenitentiary chances was an all day thang\nThe only way to advance; and if you slang\nThen you'd better have yo' Nike's on - cause when we fight\nIt's in the middle of the night with no lights on, hey!!\nThere must be a God cause I feel lucky\nParanoid out my mind, cause motherfuckers tryin' to rush me\nAm I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'\nComin' out the court house, all about my mail and bank\nNever, never die I'll be a hustler motherfuckers\nAnd makin' thugs out you suckers from the cradle to the grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child\nI've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild\nPop pop! Just like the part that's in my walk with street talk\nI'm runnin' up the block in the dark where lead spark\nSurveillance on a nigga every day\nWaitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away\nNow Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet\nSo now a young nigga's bein' raised by the streets\nAnd then the only other one that ever showed me love\nWas my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs\nA straight - thug; just me, my mama out here on our own\nSo I got two gats - one black and one of chrome\nNow I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!\nIt's all the f*ck I got, so stop and walk a thin line\nYoung niggas be brave\nAnd keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave\nFrom the cradle to the grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nI'm glad to say, I made it this far\nMany G's died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wall\nIt's sad thinkin' about the times\nLife goes on, I'm steady lost in this land\nThat's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither\nIt's just me by my lonely so I married my nina\nI keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho\nNever leave home with out my sugar, I'm hafta plug a nigga\nMama told me not to trust no punks\nAnd kick his ass if he lay a hand on me since then I been knowin'\nSometimes I think my own self stupid\nCause I stay shootin at marks, get twisted up in police reports\nSince the cradle, I've been ungrateful\nMy first toy was a gun I got sprung and learned to love weapons\nBut now I'm through with money, and through with street fame\nSomebody peeled my cap, and put me in my grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nMarch 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birth\nTo a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth\nFrom day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb\nDaddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum\nI tried to cope loc, but my family's broke\nAnd my pocket's short so now I got ta slang dope\nIn the game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame\nThe white man got a motherfucker slangin 'caine\nSo now it's on from dusk to dawn I'm gettin my serve on\nAlways in the spot with my Glock slingin rocks at the Rox\nThe shit don't stop, I'm steady dodgin cops\nI never flip-flop, hear my Glock cock, thug 'til I drop\nAnd if I hit the pen I gotta do my time\nSittin' on my bunk reminiscin' bout the good times\nIt's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doin' dirt\nBut from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nTime's movin' fast, will I last another day?\nSo I pray and I lay with my A-K\nDid I sell my soul as a young kid?\nAll the things I did wishin' someone held me but they never did\nI can't take it, will I make it to my older age?\nBefore I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage\nLord help me, guide me, save me!\nCause that's the way that Daddy raised me, crazy\nDo or die, nigga pull the trigger don't give a f*ck\nYou'd rather be in jail than get yo' ass bucked\nNobody cares, it's me against the world\nKeepin' murder on my mind and my tec-9\nI got nothin' to lose, payin dues, nigga you wanna die?\nI get high and then my mission is a walk-by\nYou'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm comin'\nStart runnin' yellin' \"evil mind\" as I'm gunnin'\nOne in the chamber for the anger that I build inside\nFor the mothers that cried, for my homies that died\nThe beginning is an ending, am I just a slave?\nSo I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cradle to the Grave\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Papa’z Song\n  duration_ms: 373488\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: \"From the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy\\n\\nJune 16th, 1971,\\nMama gave birth to a hell-raisin heavenly son\\nSee the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back\\nMy first words was \\\"Thug for life,\\\" and \\\"Papa pass the Mac.\\\"\\nI'm bustin' on these motherfuckers ballin'\\nListen you can hear my mini fourteen callin' \\nFrom out the window of my drop top, I got my Glock cocked\\nBustin' at niggas, when will it stop?\\nNow tell me are you scared of the dark?\\nCan't close my eyes I see visions\\nAnd even with this thug livin, will I escape prison?\\nPenitentiary chances was an all day thang\\nThe only way to advance; and if you slang\\nThen you'd better have yo' Nike's on - cause when we fight\\nIt's in the middle of the night with no lights on, hey!!\\nThere must be a God cause I feel lucky\\nParanoid out my mind, cause motherfuckers tryin' to rush me\\nAm I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'\\nComin' out the court house, all about my mail and bank\\nNever, never die I'll be a hustler motherfuckers\\nAnd makin' thugs out you suckers from the cradle to the grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child\\nI've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild\\nPop pop! Just like the part that's in my walk with street talk\\nI'm runnin' up the block in the dark where lead spark\\nSurveillance on a nigga every day\\nWaitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away\\nNow Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet\\nSo now a young nigga's bein' raised by the streets\\nAnd then the only other one that ever showed me love\\nWas my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs\\nA straight - thug; just me, my mama out here on our own\\nSo I got two gats - one black and one of chrome\\nNow I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!\\nIt's all the f*ck I got, so stop and walk a thin line\\nYoung niggas be brave\\nAnd keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nI'm glad to say, I made it this far\\nMany G's died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wall\\nIt's sad thinkin' about the times\\nLife goes on, I'm steady lost in this land\\nThat's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither\\nIt's just me by my lonely so I married my nina\\nI keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho\\nNever leave home with out my sugar, I'm hafta plug a nigga\\nMama told me not to trust no punks\\nAnd kick his ass if he lay a hand on me since then I been knowin'\\nSometimes I think my own self stupid\\nCause I stay shootin at marks, get twisted up in police reports\\nSince the cradle, I've been ungrateful\\nMy first toy was a gun I got sprung and learned to love weapons\\nBut now I'm through with money, and through with street fame\\nSomebody peeled my cap, and put me in my grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nMarch 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birth\\nTo a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth\\nFrom day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb\\nDaddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum\\nI tried to cope loc, but my family's broke\\nAnd my pocket's short so now I got ta slang dope\\nIn the game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame\\nThe white man got a motherfucker slangin 'caine\\nSo now it's on from dusk to dawn I'm gettin my serve on\\nAlways in the spot with my Glock slingin rocks at the Rox\\nThe shit don't stop, I'm steady dodgin cops\\nI never flip-flop, hear my Glock cock, thug 'til I drop\\nAnd if I hit the pen I gotta do my time\\nSittin' on my bunk reminiscin' bout the good times\\nIt's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doin' dirt\\nBut from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nTime's movin' fast, will I last another day?\\nSo I pray and I lay with my A-K\\nDid I sell my soul as a young kid?\\nAll the things I did wishin' someone held me but they never did\\nI can't take it, will I make it to my older age?\\nBefore I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage\\nLord help me, guide me, save me!\\nCause that's the way that Daddy raised me, crazy\\nDo or die, nigga pull the trigger don't give a f*ck\\nYou'd rather be in jail than get yo' ass bucked\\nNobody cares, it's me against the world\\nKeepin' murder on my mind and my tec-9\\nI got nothin' to lose, payin dues, nigga you wanna die?\\nI get high and then my mission is a walk-by\\nYou'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm comin'\\nStart runnin' yellin' \\\"evil mind\\\" as I'm gunnin'\\nOne in the chamber for the anger that I build inside\\nFor the mothers that cried, for my homies that died\\nThe beginning is an ending, am I just a slave?\\nSo I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\"\n"},{"id":26552600,"name":"Cradle to the Grave","trackName":"Cradle to the Grave","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Papa’z Song","duration":247.368,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"From the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy\n\nJune 16th, 1971,\nMama gave birth to a hell-raisin heavenly son\nSee the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back\nMy first words was \"Thug for life,\" and \"Papa pass the Mac.\"\nI'm bustin' on these motherfuckers ballin'\nListen you can hear my mini fourteen callin' \nFrom out the window of my drop top, I got my Glock cocked\nBustin' at niggas, when will it stop?\nNow tell me are you scared of the dark?\nCan't close my eyes I see visions\nAnd even with this thug livin, will I escape prison?\nPenitentiary chances was an all day thang\nThe only way to advance; and if you slang\nThen you'd better have yo' Nike's on - cause when we fight\nIt's in the middle of the night with no lights on, hey!!\nThere must be a God cause I feel lucky\nParanoid out my mind, cause motherfuckers tryin' to rush me\nAm I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'\nComin' out the court house, all about my mail and bank\nNever, never die I'll be a hustler motherfuckers\nAnd makin' thugs out you suckers from the cradle to the grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child\nI've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild\nPop pop! Just like the part that's in my walk with street talk\nI'm runnin' up the block in the dark where lead spark\nSurveillance on a nigga every day\nWaitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away\nNow Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet\nSo now a young nigga's bein' raised by the streets\nAnd then the only other one that ever showed me love\nWas my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs\nA straight - thug; just me, my mama out here on our own\nSo I got two gats - one black and one of chrome\nNow I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!\nIt's all the f*ck I got, so stop and walk a thin line\nYoung niggas be brave\nAnd keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave\nFrom the cradle to the grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nI'm glad to say, I made it this far\nMany G's died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wall\nIt's sad thinkin' about the times\nLife goes on, I'm steady lost in this land\nThat's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither\nIt's just me by my lonely so I married my nina\nI keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho\nNever leave home with out my sugar, I'm hafta plug a nigga\nMama told me not to trust no punks\nAnd kick his ass if he lay a hand on me since then I been knowin'\nSometimes I think my own self stupid\nCause I stay shootin at marks, get twisted up in police reports\nSince the cradle, I've been ungrateful\nMy first toy was a gun I got sprung and learned to love weapons\nBut now I'm through with money, and through with street fame\nSomebody peeled my cap, and put me in my grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nMarch 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birth\nTo a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth\nFrom day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb\nDaddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum\nI tried to cope loc, but my family's broke\nAnd my pocket's short so now I got ta slang dope\nIn the game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame\nThe white man got a motherfucker slangin 'caine\nSo now it's on from dusk to dawn I'm gettin my serve on\nAlways in the spot with my Glock slingin rocks at the Rox\nThe shit don't stop, I'm steady dodgin cops\nI never flip-flop, hear my Glock cock, thug 'til I drop\nAnd if I hit the pen I gotta do my time\nSittin' on my bunk reminiscin' bout the good times\nIt's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doin' dirt\nBut from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nTime's movin' fast, will I last another day?\nSo I pray and I lay with my A-K\nDid I sell my soul as a young kid?\nAll the things I did wishin' someone held me but they never did\nI can't take it, will I make it to my older age?\nBefore I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage\nLord help me, guide me, save me!\nCause that's the way that Daddy raised me, crazy\nDo or die, nigga pull the trigger don't give a f*ck\nYou'd rather be in jail than get yo' ass bucked\nNobody cares, it's me against the world\nKeepin' murder on my mind and my tec-9\nI got nothin' to lose, payin dues, nigga you wanna die?\nI get high and then my mission is a walk-by\nYou'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm comin'\nStart runnin' yellin' \"evil mind\" as I'm gunnin'\nOne in the chamber for the anger that I build inside\nFor the mothers that cried, for my homies that died\nThe beginning is an ending, am I just a slave?\nSo I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cradle to the Grave\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Papa’z Song\n  duration_ms: 247368\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: \"From the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy\\n\\nJune 16th, 1971,\\nMama gave birth to a hell-raisin heavenly son\\nSee the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back\\nMy first words was \\\"Thug for life,\\\" and \\\"Papa pass the Mac.\\\"\\nI'm bustin' on these motherfuckers ballin'\\nListen you can hear my mini fourteen callin' \\nFrom out the window of my drop top, I got my Glock cocked\\nBustin' at niggas, when will it stop?\\nNow tell me are you scared of the dark?\\nCan't close my eyes I see visions\\nAnd even with this thug livin, will I escape prison?\\nPenitentiary chances was an all day thang\\nThe only way to advance; and if you slang\\nThen you'd better have yo' Nike's on - cause when we fight\\nIt's in the middle of the night with no lights on, hey!!\\nThere must be a God cause I feel lucky\\nParanoid out my mind, cause motherfuckers tryin' to rush me\\nAm I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'\\nComin' out the court house, all about my mail and bank\\nNever, never die I'll be a hustler motherfuckers\\nAnd makin' thugs out you suckers from the cradle to the grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child\\nI've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild\\nPop pop! Just like the part that's in my walk with street talk\\nI'm runnin' up the block in the dark where lead spark\\nSurveillance on a nigga every day\\nWaitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away\\nNow Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet\\nSo now a young nigga's bein' raised by the streets\\nAnd then the only other one that ever showed me love\\nWas my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs\\nA straight - thug; just me, my mama out here on our own\\nSo I got two gats - one black and one of chrome\\nNow I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!\\nIt's all the f*ck I got, so stop and walk a thin line\\nYoung niggas be brave\\nAnd keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nI'm glad to say, I made it this far\\nMany G's died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wall\\nIt's sad thinkin' about the times\\nLife goes on, I'm steady lost in this land\\nThat's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither\\nIt's just me by my lonely so I married my nina\\nI keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho\\nNever leave home with out my sugar, I'm hafta plug a nigga\\nMama told me not to trust no punks\\nAnd kick his ass if he lay a hand on me since then I been knowin'\\nSometimes I think my own self stupid\\nCause I stay shootin at marks, get twisted up in police reports\\nSince the cradle, I've been ungrateful\\nMy first toy was a gun I got sprung and learned to love weapons\\nBut now I'm through with money, and through with street fame\\nSomebody peeled my cap, and put me in my grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nMarch 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birth\\nTo a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth\\nFrom day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb\\nDaddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum\\nI tried to cope loc, but my family's broke\\nAnd my pocket's short so now I got ta slang dope\\nIn the game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame\\nThe white man got a motherfucker slangin 'caine\\nSo now it's on from dusk to dawn I'm gettin my serve on\\nAlways in the spot with my Glock slingin rocks at the Rox\\nThe shit don't stop, I'm steady dodgin cops\\nI never flip-flop, hear my Glock cock, thug 'til I drop\\nAnd if I hit the pen I gotta do my time\\nSittin' on my bunk reminiscin' bout the good times\\nIt's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doin' dirt\\nBut from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nTime's movin' fast, will I last another day?\\nSo I pray and I lay with my A-K\\nDid I sell my soul as a young kid?\\nAll the things I did wishin' someone held me but they never did\\nI can't take it, will I make it to my older age?\\nBefore I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage\\nLord help me, guide me, save me!\\nCause that's the way that Daddy raised me, crazy\\nDo or die, nigga pull the trigger don't give a f*ck\\nYou'd rather be in jail than get yo' ass bucked\\nNobody cares, it's me against the world\\nKeepin' murder on my mind and my tec-9\\nI got nothin' to lose, payin dues, nigga you wanna die?\\nI get high and then my mission is a walk-by\\nYou'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm comin'\\nStart runnin' yellin' \\\"evil mind\\\" as I'm gunnin'\\nOne in the chamber for the anger that I build inside\\nFor the mothers that cried, for my homies that died\\nThe beginning is an ending, am I just a slave?\\nSo I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\"\n"},{"id":27539800,"name":"Cradle to the Grave","trackName":"Cradle to the Grave","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Papa’z Song","duration":376.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"From the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy\n\nJune 16th, 1971,\nMama gave birth to a hell-raisin heavenly son\nSee the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back\nMy first words was \"Thug for life,\" and \"Papa pass the Mac.\"\nI'm bustin' on these motherfuckers ballin'\nListen you can hear my mini fourteen callin' \nFrom out the window of my drop top, I got my Glock cocked\nBustin' at niggas, when will it stop?\nNow tell me are you scared of the dark?\nCan't close my eyes I see visions\nAnd even with this thug livin, will I escape prison?\nPenitentiary chances was an all day thang\nThe only way to advance; and if you slang\nThen you'd better have yo' Nike's on - cause when we fight\nIt's in the middle of the night with no lights on, hey!!\nThere must be a God cause I feel lucky\nParanoid out my mind, cause motherfuckers tryin' to rush me\nAm I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'\nComin' out the court house, all about my mail and bank\nNever, never die I'll be a hustler motherfuckers\nAnd makin' thugs out you suckers from the cradle to the grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child\nI've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild\nPop pop! Just like the part that's in my walk with street talk\nI'm runnin' up the block in the dark where lead spark\nSurveillance on a nigga every day\nWaitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away\nNow Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet\nSo now a young nigga's bein' raised by the streets\nAnd then the only other one that ever showed me love\nWas my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs\nA straight - thug; just me, my mama out here on our own\nSo I got two gats - one black and one of chrome\nNow I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!\nIt's all the f*ck I got, so stop and walk a thin line\nYoung niggas be brave\nAnd keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave\nFrom the cradle to the grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nI'm glad to say, I made it this far\nMany G's died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wall\nIt's sad thinkin' about the times\nLife goes on, I'm steady lost in this land\nThat's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither\nIt's just me by my lonely so I married my nina\nI keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho\nNever leave home with out my sugar, I'm hafta plug a nigga\nMama told me not to trust no punks\nAnd kick his ass if he lay a hand on me since then I been knowin'\nSometimes I think my own self stupid\nCause I stay shootin at marks, get twisted up in police reports\nSince the cradle, I've been ungrateful\nMy first toy was a gun I got sprung and learned to love weapons\nBut now I'm through with money, and through with street fame\nSomebody peeled my cap, and put me in my grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nMarch 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birth\nTo a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth\nFrom day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb\nDaddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum\nI tried to cope loc, but my family's broke\nAnd my pocket's short so now I got ta slang dope\nIn the game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame\nThe white man got a motherfucker slangin 'caine\nSo now it's on from dusk to dawn I'm gettin my serve on\nAlways in the spot with my Glock slingin rocks at the Rox\nThe shit don't stop, I'm steady dodgin cops\nI never flip-flop, hear my Glock cock, thug 'til I drop\nAnd if I hit the pen I gotta do my time\nSittin' on my bunk reminiscin' bout the good times\nIt's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doin' dirt\nBut from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nTime's movin' fast, will I last another day?\nSo I pray and I lay with my A-K\nDid I sell my soul as a young kid?\nAll the things I did wishin' someone held me but they never did\nI can't take it, will I make it to my older age?\nBefore I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage\nLord help me, guide me, save me!\nCause that's the way that Daddy raised me, crazy\nDo or die, nigga pull the trigger don't give a f*ck\nYou'd rather be in jail than get yo' ass bucked\nNobody cares, it's me against the world\nKeepin' murder on my mind and my tec-9\nI got nothin' to lose, payin dues, nigga you wanna die?\nI get high and then my mission is a walk-by\nYou'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm comin'\nStart runnin' yellin' \"evil mind\" as I'm gunnin'\nOne in the chamber for the anger that I build inside\nFor the mothers that cried, for my homies that died\nThe beginning is an ending, am I just a slave?\nSo I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cradle to the Grave\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Papa’z Song\n  duration_ms: 376000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: \"From the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy\\n\\nJune 16th, 1971,\\nMama gave birth to a hell-raisin heavenly son\\nSee the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back\\nMy first words was \\\"Thug for life,\\\" and \\\"Papa pass the Mac.\\\"\\nI'm bustin' on these motherfuckers ballin'\\nListen you can hear my mini fourteen callin' \\nFrom out the window of my drop top, I got my Glock cocked\\nBustin' at niggas, when will it stop?\\nNow tell me are you scared of the dark?\\nCan't close my eyes I see visions\\nAnd even with this thug livin, will I escape prison?\\nPenitentiary chances was an all day thang\\nThe only way to advance; and if you slang\\nThen you'd better have yo' Nike's on - cause when we fight\\nIt's in the middle of the night with no lights on, hey!!\\nThere must be a God cause I feel lucky\\nParanoid out my mind, cause motherfuckers tryin' to rush me\\nAm I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'\\nComin' out the court house, all about my mail and bank\\nNever, never die I'll be a hustler motherfuckers\\nAnd makin' thugs out you suckers from the cradle to the grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child\\nI've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild\\nPop pop! Just like the part that's in my walk with street talk\\nI'm runnin' up the block in the dark where lead spark\\nSurveillance on a nigga every day\\nWaitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away\\nNow Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet\\nSo now a young nigga's bein' raised by the streets\\nAnd then the only other one that ever showed me love\\nWas my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs\\nA straight - thug; just me, my mama out here on our own\\nSo I got two gats - one black and one of chrome\\nNow I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!\\nIt's all the f*ck I got, so stop and walk a thin line\\nYoung niggas be brave\\nAnd keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nI'm glad to say, I made it this far\\nMany G's died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wall\\nIt's sad thinkin' about the times\\nLife goes on, I'm steady lost in this land\\nThat's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither\\nIt's just me by my lonely so I married my nina\\nI keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho\\nNever leave home with out my sugar, I'm hafta plug a nigga\\nMama told me not to trust no punks\\nAnd kick his ass if he lay a hand on me since then I been knowin'\\nSometimes I think my own self stupid\\nCause I stay shootin at marks, get twisted up in police reports\\nSince the cradle, I've been ungrateful\\nMy first toy was a gun I got sprung and learned to love weapons\\nBut now I'm through with money, and through with street fame\\nSomebody peeled my cap, and put me in my grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nMarch 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birth\\nTo a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth\\nFrom day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb\\nDaddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum\\nI tried to cope loc, but my family's broke\\nAnd my pocket's short so now I got ta slang dope\\nIn the game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame\\nThe white man got a motherfucker slangin 'caine\\nSo now it's on from dusk to dawn I'm gettin my serve on\\nAlways in the spot with my Glock slingin rocks at the Rox\\nThe shit don't stop, I'm steady dodgin cops\\nI never flip-flop, hear my Glock cock, thug 'til I drop\\nAnd if I hit the pen I gotta do my time\\nSittin' on my bunk reminiscin' bout the good times\\nIt's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doin' dirt\\nBut from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nTime's movin' fast, will I last another day?\\nSo I pray and I lay with my A-K\\nDid I sell my soul as a young kid?\\nAll the things I did wishin' someone held me but they never did\\nI can't take it, will I make it to my older age?\\nBefore I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage\\nLord help me, guide me, save me!\\nCause that's the way that Daddy raised me, crazy\\nDo or die, nigga pull the trigger don't give a f*ck\\nYou'd rather be in jail than get yo' ass bucked\\nNobody cares, it's me against the world\\nKeepin' murder on my mind and my tec-9\\nI got nothin' to lose, payin dues, nigga you wanna die?\\nI get high and then my mission is a walk-by\\nYou'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm comin'\\nStart runnin' yellin' \\\"evil mind\\\" as I'm gunnin'\\nOne in the chamber for the anger that I build inside\\nFor the mothers that cried, for my homies that died\\nThe beginning is an ending, am I just a slave?\\nSo I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\"\n"},{"id":27127293,"name":"Cradle to the Grave","trackName":"Cradle to the Grave","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Papa’z Song","duration":379.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"From the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy\n\nJune 16th, 1971,\nMama gave birth to a hell-raisin heavenly son\nSee the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back\nMy first words was \"Thug for life,\" and \"Papa pass the Mac.\"\nI'm bustin' on these motherfuckers ballin'\nListen you can hear my mini fourteen callin' \nFrom out the window of my drop top, I got my Glock cocked\nBustin' at niggas, when will it stop?\nNow tell me are you scared of the dark?\nCan't close my eyes I see visions\nAnd even with this thug livin, will I escape prison?\nPenitentiary chances was an all day thang\nThe only way to advance; and if you slang\nThen you'd better have yo' Nike's on - cause when we fight\nIt's in the middle of the night with no lights on, hey!!\nThere must be a God cause I feel lucky\nParanoid out my mind, cause motherfuckers tryin' to rush me\nAm I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'\nComin' out the court house, all about my mail and bank\nNever, never die I'll be a hustler motherfuckers\nAnd makin' thugs out you suckers from the cradle to the grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child\nI've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild\nPop pop! Just like the part that's in my walk with street talk\nI'm runnin' up the block in the dark where lead spark\nSurveillance on a nigga every day\nWaitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away\nNow Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet\nSo now a young nigga's bein' raised by the streets\nAnd then the only other one that ever showed me love\nWas my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs\nA straight - thug; just me, my mama out here on our own\nSo I got two gats - one black and one of chrome\nNow I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!\nIt's all the f*ck I got, so stop and walk a thin line\nYoung niggas be brave\nAnd keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave\nFrom the cradle to the grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nI'm glad to say, I made it this far\nMany G's died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wall\nIt's sad thinkin' about the times\nLife goes on, I'm steady lost in this land\nThat's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither\nIt's just me by my lonely so I married my nina\nI keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho\nNever leave home with out my sugar, I'm hafta plug a nigga\nMama told me not to trust no punks\nAnd kick his ass if he lay a hand on me since then I been knowin'\nSometimes I think my own self stupid\nCause I stay shootin at marks, get twisted up in police reports\nSince the cradle, I've been ungrateful\nMy first toy was a gun I got sprung and learned to love weapons\nBut now I'm through with money, and through with street fame\nSomebody peeled my cap, and put me in my grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nMarch 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birth\nTo a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth\nFrom day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb\nDaddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum\nI tried to cope loc, but my family's broke\nAnd my pocket's short so now I got ta slang dope\nIn the game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame\nThe white man got a motherfucker slangin 'caine\nSo now it's on from dusk to dawn I'm gettin my serve on\nAlways in the spot with my Glock slingin rocks at the Rox\nThe shit don't stop, I'm steady dodgin cops\nI never flip-flop, hear my Glock cock, thug 'til I drop\nAnd if I hit the pen I gotta do my time\nSittin' on my bunk reminiscin' bout the good times\nIt's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doin' dirt\nBut from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n\nTime's movin' fast, will I last another day?\nSo I pray and I lay with my A-K\nDid I sell my soul as a young kid?\nAll the things I did wishin' someone held me but they never did\nI can't take it, will I make it to my older age?\nBefore I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage\nLord help me, guide me, save me!\nCause that's the way that Daddy raised me, crazy\nDo or die, nigga pull the trigger don't give a f*ck\nYou'd rather be in jail than get yo' ass bucked\nNobody cares, it's me against the world\nKeepin' murder on my mind and my tec-9\nI got nothin' to lose, payin dues, nigga you wanna die?\nI get high and then my mission is a walk-by\nYou'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm comin'\nStart runnin' yellin' \"evil mind\" as I'm gunnin'\nOne in the chamber for the anger that I build inside\nFor the mothers that cried, for my homies that died\nThe beginning is an ending, am I just a slave?\nSo I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave\n\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\n","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cradle to the Grave\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Papa’z Song\n  duration_ms: 379000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: \"From the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy\\n\\nJune 16th, 1971,\\nMama gave birth to a hell-raisin heavenly son\\nSee the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back\\nMy first words was \\\"Thug for life,\\\" and \\\"Papa pass the Mac.\\\"\\nI'm bustin' on these motherfuckers ballin'\\nListen you can hear my mini fourteen callin' \\nFrom out the window of my drop top, I got my Glock cocked\\nBustin' at niggas, when will it stop?\\nNow tell me are you scared of the dark?\\nCan't close my eyes I see visions\\nAnd even with this thug livin, will I escape prison?\\nPenitentiary chances was an all day thang\\nThe only way to advance; and if you slang\\nThen you'd better have yo' Nike's on - cause when we fight\\nIt's in the middle of the night with no lights on, hey!!\\nThere must be a God cause I feel lucky\\nParanoid out my mind, cause motherfuckers tryin' to rush me\\nAm I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'\\nComin' out the court house, all about my mail and bank\\nNever, never die I'll be a hustler motherfuckers\\nAnd makin' thugs out you suckers from the cradle to the grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child\\nI've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild\\nPop pop! Just like the part that's in my walk with street talk\\nI'm runnin' up the block in the dark where lead spark\\nSurveillance on a nigga every day\\nWaitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away\\nNow Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet\\nSo now a young nigga's bein' raised by the streets\\nAnd then the only other one that ever showed me love\\nWas my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs\\nA straight - thug; just me, my mama out here on our own\\nSo I got two gats - one black and one of chrome\\nNow I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!\\nIt's all the f*ck I got, so stop and walk a thin line\\nYoung niggas be brave\\nAnd keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nI'm glad to say, I made it this far\\nMany G's died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wall\\nIt's sad thinkin' about the times\\nLife goes on, I'm steady lost in this land\\nThat's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither\\nIt's just me by my lonely so I married my nina\\nI keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho\\nNever leave home with out my sugar, I'm hafta plug a nigga\\nMama told me not to trust no punks\\nAnd kick his ass if he lay a hand on me since then I been knowin'\\nSometimes I think my own self stupid\\nCause I stay shootin at marks, get twisted up in police reports\\nSince the cradle, I've been ungrateful\\nMy first toy was a gun I got sprung and learned to love weapons\\nBut now I'm through with money, and through with street fame\\nSomebody peeled my cap, and put me in my grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nMarch 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birth\\nTo a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth\\nFrom day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb\\nDaddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum\\nI tried to cope loc, but my family's broke\\nAnd my pocket's short so now I got ta slang dope\\nIn the game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame\\nThe white man got a motherfucker slangin 'caine\\nSo now it's on from dusk to dawn I'm gettin my serve on\\nAlways in the spot with my Glock slingin rocks at the Rox\\nThe shit don't stop, I'm steady dodgin cops\\nI never flip-flop, hear my Glock cock, thug 'til I drop\\nAnd if I hit the pen I gotta do my time\\nSittin' on my bunk reminiscin' bout the good times\\nIt's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doin' dirt\\nBut from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\\nTime's movin' fast, will I last another day?\\nSo I pray and I lay with my A-K\\nDid I sell my soul as a young kid?\\nAll the things I did wishin' someone held me but they never did\\nI can't take it, will I make it to my older age?\\nBefore I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage\\nLord help me, guide me, save me!\\nCause that's the way that Daddy raised me, crazy\\nDo or die, nigga pull the trigger don't give a f*ck\\nYou'd rather be in jail than get yo' ass bucked\\nNobody cares, it's me against the world\\nKeepin' murder on my mind and my tec-9\\nI got nothin' to lose, payin dues, nigga you wanna die?\\nI get high and then my mission is a walk-by\\nYou'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm comin'\\nStart runnin' yellin' \\\"evil mind\\\" as I'm gunnin'\\nOne in the chamber for the anger that I build inside\\nFor the mothers that cried, for my homies that died\\nThe beginning is an ending, am I just a slave?\\nSo I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave\\n\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\nFrom the cradle to the grave\\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\\n\"\n"},{"id":12636852,"name":"15 - 2Pac - Papa'z Song","trackName":"15 - 2Pac - Papa'z Song","artistName":"2Pac, Wycked","albumName":"Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z...","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Daddy's home\n\nHeh, so?\nYou say that like that means somethin to me\nYou've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time\nFor you to be comin home talkin that \"daddy's home\" shit (nigga)\nWe been gettin along fine just without you\nMe, my brother, and my mother\nSo if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS. fuck you!\n\nHad to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\nA pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\nPlease send me a pops before puberty\nThe things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\nMoms always work, I barely see her\nI'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\nIt's a wonder they don't understand kids today\nSo when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\nAnd I hope that he answers me\nI heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\nA different father every weekend\nBefore we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\nI'm gettin sick of all the friendships\nAs soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\nHow can I be a man if there's no role model?\nStrivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\nI'm so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (don't lie)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (so, sorry)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nMoms had to entertain many men\nDidn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\nI'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\nMoms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\nShould I stay or run away, tell me the answer\nMoms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\nGrow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\nMoms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\nCouldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\nInstead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\nThat's why I'll never be a father\nUnless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n(That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\nSaid I was an only child)\nLook at mama's lonely smile\nIt's hard for a son to see his mother cry\nShe only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\nI'm so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time\nFor all this time\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nMan child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\nMoms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\nAnd ohh -I guess ya didn't know\nThat I would grow to be so strong\nLookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\nWhere was the money that you said, you would send me\nTalked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\nAsk about school and my welfare\nBut it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\nYou think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\nYou grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\nAsk about my moms like you loved her from the start\nLeft her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\nSo don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" shit\nDon't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\nI'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\nNow that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me\nYou're so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry (so sorry)\nFor all this time (so, so sorry)\nFor all this time (I'm so so sorry)\nFor all this time (fuck that!)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (no)\nFor all this time (so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nI never meant to leave but I was wanted\nCrossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\nHad to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\nIf I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\nHad to move, one to lost my name and pick the number\nMade me watch my back I had no happy home to run to\nMaybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast\nBut livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\nHindsight shows me it was wrong all along\nI wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\nIt took a little longer than I thought\nI slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\nNow I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\nAll I ever wanted was for you to be a man\nAnd grow to be the type you was meant to be\nKeep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me\nI'm so sorry","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.12] Daddy's home\n[00:02.11] Heh, so?\n[00:03.41] You say that like that means somethin to me\n[00:06.34] You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time\n[00:08.86] For you to be comin home talkin that \"daddy's home\" shit (nigga)\n[00:12.02] We been gettin along fine just without you\n[00:14.72] Me, my brother, and my mother\n[00:17.73] So if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS. fuck you!\n[00:22.31] Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\n[00:24.97] A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\n[00:27.72] Please send me a pops before puberty\n[00:29.83] The things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\n[00:33.44] Moms always work, I barely see her\n[00:35.48] I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\n[00:38.76] It's a wonder they don't understand kids today\n[00:41.19] So when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\n[00:45.04] And I hope that he answers me\n[00:46.99] I heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\n[00:50.47] A different father every weekend\n[00:52.88] Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n[00:56.08] I'm gettin sick of all the friendships\n[00:58.10] As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n[01:01.33] How can I be a man if there's no role model?\n[01:04.07] Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\n[01:06.86] I'm so sorry\n[01:10.77] I'm so sorry\n[01:11.91] For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n[01:12.84] For all this time\n[01:14.83] For all this time (don't lie)\n[01:17.57] I'm so sorry\n[01:18.31] For all this time (so, sorry)\n[01:21.85] For all this time\n[01:23.18] For all this time, so sorry baby!\n[01:29.13] Moms had to entertain many men\n[01:31.29] Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n[01:33.95] I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\n[01:36.86] Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\n[01:39.51] Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer\n[01:42.48] Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n[01:45.27] Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n[01:48.09] Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\n[01:50.71] Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\n[01:53.20] Instead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\n[01:57.02] That's why I'll never be a father\n[01:58.99] Unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n[02:01.76] (That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\n[02:04.62] Said I was an only child)\n[02:06.13] Look at mama's lonely smile\n[02:08.05] It's hard for a son to see his mother cry\n[02:10.11] She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\n[02:13.21] I'm so sorry\n[02:14.04] I'm so sorry\n[02:15.50] For all this time\n[02:18.74] For all this time\n[02:19.52] For all this time\n[02:24.27] I'm so sorry\n[02:27.01] For all this time\n[02:27.93] For all this time (so sorry)\n[02:31.32] For all this time, so sorry baby!\n[02:35.83] Man child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\n[02:38.81] Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\n[02:41.54] And ohh -I guess ya didn't know\n[02:43.28] That I would grow to be so strong\n[02:45.10] Lookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\n[02:47.98] Where was the money that you said, you would send me\n[02:50.68] Talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\n[02:53.45] Ask about school and my welfare\n[02:55.74] But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\n[02:58.59] You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\n[03:01.34] You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\n[03:03.91] Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start\n[03:06.69] Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\n[03:09.65] So don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" shit\n[03:12.42] Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\n[03:15.22] I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\n[03:18.04] Now that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me\n[03:20.48] You're so sorry\n[03:24.64] I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n[03:25.48] For all this time (so, so sorry)\n[03:28.04] For all this time (I'm so so sorry)\n[03:30.44] For all this time (fuck that!)\n[03:31.19] I'm so sorry\n[03:33.79] For all this time (no)\n[03:36.55] For all this time (so sorry)\n[03:38.24] For all this time, so sorry baby!\n[03:42.71] I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n[03:45.03] Crossed too many 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Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n  I'm gettin sick of all the friendships\n  As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n  How can I be a man if there's no role model?\n  Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\n  I'm so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (don't lie)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (so, sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  Moms had to entertain many men\n  Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n  I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\n  Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\n  Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer\n  Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n  Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n  Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\n  Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\n  Instead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\n  That's why I'll never be a father\n  Unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n  (That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\n  Said I was an only child)\n  Look at mama's lonely smile\n  It's hard for a son to see his mother cry\n  She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\n  I'm so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time\n  For all this time\n  For all this time\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  Man child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\n  Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\n  And ohh -I guess ya didn't know\n  That I would grow to be so strong\n  Lookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\n  Where was the money that you said, you would send me\n  Talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\n  Ask about school and my welfare\n  But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\n  You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\n  You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\n  Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start\n  Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\n  So don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" shit\n  Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\n  I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\n  Now that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me\n  You're so sorry\n\n  I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n  For all this time (so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so so sorry)\n  For all this time (fuck that!)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (no)\n  For all this time (so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry baby!\n\n  I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n  Crossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\n  Had to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\n  If I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\n  Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the 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flop\nAn' it probably wouldn't stop, talk shit an' get socked\n\nHow ya hang 'em? Know a realer, nigga? You could bring him\nIf I don't represent the shit, I'll kick it, we could sway him\nAs if I know ya, then I could show ya\nBut if I don't know, I got a fo'-fo' fo' ya\n\nSo, so peep game at point blank range\nThe fame can't change what the game maintains\nStrange, wind against the grain\nAw, shit, flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch\n\nCatch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'ma dis her\nCouldn't be my sister if she actin' like I missed her\nTell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me?\nDon't these niggas know that neither one of y'all can flay me?\n\nI ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't Diesel\nBut fuck wit Tupac an' pop goes the weasel\nMe an' Threat made a bet on how many fellas\nWould jack a mothafuckin' real nigga 'coz they jealous\n\nThey do it for the fame, explain, insane\nWhat's in a name, what's in a name? Peep game\n\nPunk bitch, how ya like me now?\nCan't fuck around with the funky style\nPut it together like a puzzle builder\nIf Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya\n\nKilla Cali, the state where they kill\nDown wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?\nThe bitches lookin' funny, feel 'em at me, feel 'em at me\nWith they minds on they Heaven, wit they 3 5 7\n\nWhere you at? On the freeway, deep in LA\nOkay, see you when get here, loc, okay\nHere I am, here I am, goddamn, that was quick\nTold ya I was comin', who is that? Is that your woman?\n\nNa, that's just a hooch lookin' for some juice\nWhat's up my nigga? What ya know, a nigga got a little bigger\nThat's all folks know, fat gold ropes\nGotta keep a low key for my attack when I approach\n\nI want the diamonds, the pearls, the round the way girls\n'Coz baby got, baby got backs out this world\nWould you give a fee? 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Know a realer, nigga? You could bring him\n[00:29.12] If I don't represent the shit, I'll kick it, we could sway him\n[00:31.89] As if I know ya, then I could show ya\n[00:33.97] But if I don't know, I got a fo'-fo' fo' ya\n[00:36.26] So, so peep game at point blank range\n[00:38.74] The fame can't change what the game maintains\n[00:41.11] Strange, wind against the grain\n[00:42.85] Aw, shit, flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch\n[00:46.00] Catch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'ma dis her\n[00:48.48] Couldn't be my sister if she actin' like I missed her\n[00:50.86] Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me?\n[00:53.28] Don't these niggas know that neither one of y'all can flay me?\n[00:55.84] I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't Diesel\n[00:57.98] But fuck wit Tupac an' pop goes the weasel\n[01:00.72] Me an' Threat made a bet on how many fellas\n[01:02.75] Would jack a mothafuckin' real nigga 'coz they jealous\n[01:05.76] They do it for the fame, explain, insane\n[01:08.21] What's in a name, what's in a name? Peep game\n[01:10.36] Punk bitch, how ya like me now?\n[01:12.35] Can't fuck around with the funky style\n[01:15.03] Put it together like a puzzle builder\n[01:17.18] If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya\n[01:19.54] Killa Cali, the state where they kill\n[01:21.99] Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?\n[01:24.32] The bitches lookin' funny, feel 'em at me, feel 'em at me\n[01:26.84] With they minds on they Heaven, wit they 3 5 7\n[01:28.98] Where you at? On the freeway, deep in LA\n[01:31.25] Okay, see you when get here, loc, okay\n[01:33.73] Here I am, here I am, goddamn, that was quick\n[01:36.33] Told ya I was comin', who is that? Is that your woman?\n[01:38.68] Na, that's just a hooch lookin' for some juice\n[01:40.85] What's up my nigga? What ya know, a nigga got a little bigger\n[01:43.35] That's all folks know, fat gold ropes\n[01:45.77] Gotta keep a low key for my attack when I approach\n[01:48.02] I want the diamonds, the pearls, the round the way girls\n[01:50.61] 'Coz baby got, baby got backs out this world\n[01:52.91] Would you give a fee? 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ends\nI'm gettin sick of all the friendships\nAs soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick\nHow can I be a man if there's no role model?\nStrivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\nI'm so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (don't lie)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (so, sorry)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nMoms had to entertain many men\nDidn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\nI'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\nMoms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\nShould I stay or run away, tell me the answer\nMoms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\nGrow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\nMoms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\nCouldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\nInstead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\nThat's why I'll never be a father\nUnless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n(That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\nSaid I was an only child)\nLook at mama's lonely smile\nIt's hard for a son to see his mother cry\nShe only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\nI'm so sorry\n\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time\nFor all this time\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry baby!\n\nMan child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\nMoms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\nAnd ohh -I guess ya didn't know\nThat I would grow to be so strong\nLookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\nWhere was the money that you said, you would send me\nTalked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\nAsk about school and my welfare\nBut it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\nYou think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\nYou grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\nAsk about my moms like you loved her from the 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you don't mind, you can step the fuck off, pops, fuck you\nHad to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\nA pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\nPlease send me a pops before puberty\nThe things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\nMoms always work, I barely see her\nI'm startin' to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\nIt's a wonder they don't understand kids today\nSo when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\nAnd I hope that he answers me\nI heard God don't like ugly, well, take a look at my family\nA different father every weekend\nBefore we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\nI'm gettin' sick of all the friendships\nAs soon as we kick it, he done split and the whole shit ends quick\nHow can I be a man if there's no role model? Huh\nStrivin' to save my soul I stay cold drinkin' a forty bottle, I'm so sorry\nI'm so sorry (uh, uh, uh, uh)\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry)\nFor all this time (mh)\nFor all this time (don't lie)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (I'm so sorry, uh)\nFor all this time\nFor all this time, so sorry, baby\nMoms had to entertain many men\nDidn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\nI'm gettin' a bit older and I'm startin' to be a bother\nMoms can't stand me 'cause I'm lookin' like my father\nShould I stay or run away? Tell me the answer\nMoms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\nGrow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\nMoms was tough 'cause ('cause) papa wasn't man enough\nCouldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\nInstead of takin' care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\nThat's why I'll never be a father\nUnless you got the time, it's a crime, don't even bother\nThat's when I started hatin' the phony smiles\nSaid I was an only child\nLook at mama's lonely smile\nIt's hard for a son to see his mother cry\nShe only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time\nFor all this time (and I'm)\nFor all this time\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (ayy, uh, uh, uh)\nFor all this time (so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry, baby\nManchild in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\nMoms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\nAnd oh, I guess ya didn't know that I would grow to be so strong\nLookin' kinda pale, was it the ale or pops was wrong?\nWhere was the money that you said, you would send me\nTalked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\nAsk about school and my welfare\nBut it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\nYou think I'm blind but this time I see you comin', Jack\nYou grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin' back\nAsk about my moms like you loved her from the start\nLeft her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\nSo don't even start with that \"born to be a father\" shit\nDon't even bother with your dollars, I don't need it\nI'll bury moms like you left me, all alone, G\nNow that I finally found you, stay the fuck away from me, I'm so sorry\nI'm so sorry (so sorry)\nFor all this time (so, I'm so, so sorry)\nFor all this time (I'm so, so sorry)\nFor all this time (fuck that, uh)\nI'm so sorry\nFor all this time (so, so sorry)\nFor all this time (so, so sorry)\nFor all this time, so sorry, baby (uh) (sorry)\nI never meant to leave but I was wanted\nCrossed too many 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back\n  start_ms: 181380\n  end_ms: 183970\n- text: Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start\n  start_ms: 183970\n  end_ms: 186650\n- text: Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\n  start_ms: 186650\n  end_ms: 189600\n- text: So don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" shit\n  start_ms: 189600\n  end_ms: 192430\n- text: Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\n  start_ms: 192430\n  end_ms: 195240\n- text: I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\n  start_ms: 195240\n  end_ms: 198060\n- text: Now that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me\n  start_ms: 198060\n  end_ms: 200490\n- text: You're so sorry\n  start_ms: 200490\n  end_ms: 204680\n- text: I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n  start_ms: 204680\n  end_ms: 205400\n- text: For all this time (so, so sorry)\n  start_ms: 205400\n  end_ms: 208090\n- text: For all this time (I'm so so sorry)\n  start_ms: 208090\n  end_ms: 210460\n- text: For all this time (fuck that!)\n  start_ms: 210460\n  end_ms: 211140\n- text: I'm so sorry\n  start_ms: 211140\n  end_ms: 213790\n- text: For all this time (no)\n  start_ms: 213790\n  end_ms: 216590\n- text: For all this time (so sorry)\n  start_ms: 216590\n  end_ms: 218230\n- text: For all this time, so sorry baby!\n  start_ms: 218230\n  end_ms: 222700\n- text: I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n  start_ms: 222700\n  end_ms: 225060\n- text: Crossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\n  start_ms: 225060\n  end_ms: 227890\n- text: Had to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\n  start_ms: 227890\n  end_ms: 230270\n- text: If I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\n  start_ms: 230270\n  end_ms: 233490\n- text: Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number\n  start_ms: 233490\n  end_ms: 235840\n- text: Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to\n  start_ms: 235840\n  end_ms: 238900\n- text: Maybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast\n  start_ms: 238900\n  end_ms: 241610\n- text: But livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\n  start_ms: 241610\n  end_ms: 244590\n- text: Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along\n  start_ms: 244590\n  end_ms: 247110\n- text: I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\n  start_ms: 247110\n  end_ms: 250620\n- text: It took a little longer than I thought\n  start_ms: 250620\n  end_ms: 252600\n- text: I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\n  start_ms: 252600\n  end_ms: 256330\n- text: Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\n  start_ms: 256330\n  end_ms: 259450\n- text: All I ever wanted was for you to be a man\n  start_ms: 259450\n  end_ms: 261700\n- text: And grow to be the type you was meant to be\n  start_ms: 261700\n  end_ms: 264730\n- text: Keep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me\n  start_ms: 264730\n  end_ms: 296230\n- text: I'm so sorry\n  start_ms: 296230\n  end_ms: 325560\nplain: |-\n  Daddy's home\n  Huh, so?\n  You say that like that means somethin' to me (mmh)\n  You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin' time (oh, yeah)\n  For you to be comin' home talkin' that \"daddy's home\" shit (nigga)\n  We been gettin' along fine just without you\n  Me, my brother, and my mother\n  So if you don't mind, you can step the fuck off, pops, fuck you\n  Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\n  A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\n  Please send me a pops before puberty\n  The things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\n  Moms always work, I barely see her\n  I'm startin' to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\n  It's a wonder they don't understand kids today\n  So when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\n  And I hope that he answers me\n  I heard God don't like ugly, well, take a look at my family\n  A different father every weekend\n  Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\n  I'm gettin' sick of all the friendships\n  As soon as we kick it, he done split and the whole shit ends quick\n  How can I be a man if there's no role model? Huh\n  Strivin' to save my soul I stay cold drinkin' a forty bottle, I'm so sorry\n  I'm so sorry (uh, uh, uh, uh)\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time (mh)\n  For all this time (don't lie)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry, uh)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time, so sorry, baby\n  Moms had to entertain many men\n  Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\n  I'm gettin' a bit older and I'm startin' to be a bother\n  Moms can't stand me 'cause I'm lookin' like my father\n  Should I stay or run away? Tell me the answer\n  Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\n  Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\n  Moms was tough 'cause ('cause) papa wasn't man enough\n  Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\n  Instead of takin' care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\n  That's why I'll never be a father\n  Unless you got the time, it's a crime, don't even bother\n  That's when I started hatin' the phony smiles\n  Said I was an only child\n  Look at mama's lonely smile\n  It's hard for a son to see his mother cry\n  She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (and I'm)\n  For all this time\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (ayy, uh, uh, uh)\n  For all this time (so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry, baby\n  Manchild in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\n  Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\n  And oh, I guess ya didn't know that I would grow to be so strong\n  Lookin' kinda pale, was it the ale or pops was wrong?\n  Where was the money that you said, you would send me\n  Talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\n  Ask about school and my welfare\n  But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\n  You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin', Jack\n  You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin' back\n  Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start\n  Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\n  So don't even start with that \"born to be a father\" shit\n  Don't even bother with your dollars, I don't need it\n  I'll bury moms like you left me, all alone, G\n  Now that I finally found you, stay the fuck away from me, I'm so sorry\n  I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n  For all this time (so, I'm so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (fuck that, uh)\n  I'm so sorry\n  For all this time (so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (so, so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry, baby (uh) (sorry)\n  I never meant to leave but I was wanted\n  Crossed too many people, every house I'd touch was haunted\n  Had to watch the strangers, every brother was a danger\n  If I wanted to to keep you breathin', had to be out of range-a\n  Had to move on, done lost my name and picked a number\n  Made me watch my back, I had no happy home to run to\n  Maybe it's my fault for being a father, livin' fast\n  But livin' slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass\n  Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along\n  I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\n  It took a little longer than I thought\n  I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\n  Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\n  All I ever wanted was for you to be a man\n  And grow to be the titan you was meant to be\n  Keep the war fightin' by the writings that you sent to me, I'm so sorry\n  I'm so sorry (s-s-sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry, I'm)\n  I'm so sorry (so sorry)\n  For all this time (so, so, so sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time, so sorry, baby (I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so)\n  Sorry (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  I'm so sorry (s-s-sorry)\n  For all this time (s-s-sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry)\n  For all this time (I'm so sorry) (so sorry, baby)\n  Sorry (I'm so sorry)\n  (I'm so sorry)\n  (I'm so sorry)\n  (I'm so sorry)\n  (I'm so sorry)\n  (I'm so sorry)\n"}]