[{"id":9434715,"name":"Trukfit","trackName":"Trukfit","artistName":"A-Wax","albumName":"Trukfit","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pre-Verse]\nIt's like the more you see the less you care\nThe less you care the more you're going to see\nMoney ain't everything\nBut if it ain't something to you\nWe can't do nothing together\nThat's for sure, right here\nEy, uh\n\nI don't know where but I became cold and\nMight've had AK's, probably sold dope there\nMight've been kids, honestly I just don't care\nIf I ever go broke, I ain't going broke scared\nI don't know how, I became cutthroat\nMan been waiting on work by the truckload\nYou was saying \"Damn, dog.\"\nI was thinking \"Fuck no.\"\nNot again, not another friend with his luck low\nDealing with the fuck shit, had me like \"Fuck shit.\"\nDrugs never came, everybody threw a drug fit\nMoney on hands now, people trying thug shit\nPut him in the trunk so he knows he's been abducted\nTalking about the dead and letting my mans rest\nIma probably be the next Aaron Hernandez\nTalking about we need a new turn like \"Can't bitch.\"\nRollies on deck, two jewels like \"Can bitch.\", boy\n\nOh my god, I see you clearly now\nIn my dreams you're here with me somehow\n\nPut money in the streets, motherfuck rap dog\nBite my hand, murder dog, no black dog\nI ain't got shit for you, had to work that hard\nTour the house with a pool in the backyard\nHey, plans never quite came\nSmall stage hand couldn't catch them like sand\nAnd I know the face ain't much\nBut her hourglass body got me stressing like \"Damn.\"\nMan, I been on this grind for some time\nBut no luck, somebody roll up\nDucking the grey plot, plotting the hold up\nWe'll be in the same spot for naught cause we sold stuff\nRibs strong but the pockets are robust\nYou'll be showing pistols to your partners but won't bust\nI be flying in and out of Fresco like so much\nI don't even know what timezone I'm going to touch\n\nCall my name and I will make a sound\nI'm in love with someone out of town\nWho is this?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trukfit\n  artist: A-Wax\n  album: Trukfit\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pre-Verse]\n  It's like the more you see the less you care\n  The less you care the more you're going to see\n  Money ain't everything\n  But if it ain't something to you\n  We can't do nothing together\n  That's for sure, right here\n  Ey, uh\n\n  I don't know where but I became cold and\n  Might've had AK's, probably sold dope there\n  Might've been kids, honestly I just don't care\n  If I ever go broke, I ain't going broke scared\n  I don't know how, I became cutthroat\n  Man been waiting on work by the truckload\n  You was saying \"Damn, dog.\"\n  I was thinking \"Fuck no.\"\n  Not again, not another friend with his luck low\n  Dealing with the fuck shit, had me like \"Fuck shit.\"\n  Drugs never came, everybody threw a drug fit\n  Money on hands now, people trying thug shit\n  Put him in the trunk so he knows he's been abducted\n  Talking about the dead and letting my mans rest\n  Ima probably be the next Aaron Hernandez\n  Talking about we need a new turn like \"Can't bitch.\"\n  Rollies on deck, two jewels like \"Can bitch.\", boy\n\n  Oh my god, I see you clearly now\n  In my dreams you're here with me somehow\n\n  Put money in the streets, motherfuck rap dog\n  Bite my hand, murder dog, no black dog\n  I ain't got shit for you, had to work that hard\n  Tour the house with a pool in the backyard\n  Hey, plans never quite came\n  Small stage hand couldn't catch them like sand\n  And I know the face ain't much\n  But her hourglass body got me stressing like \"Damn.\"\n  Man, I been on this grind for some time\n  But no luck, somebody roll up\n  Ducking the grey plot, plotting the hold up\n  We'll be in the same spot for naught cause we sold stuff\n  Ribs strong but the pockets are robust\n  You'll be showing pistols to your partners but won't bust\n  I be flying in and out of Fresco like so much\n  I don't even know what timezone I'm going to touch\n\n  Call my name and I will make a sound\n  I'm in love with someone out of town\n  Who is this?\n"},{"id":25806740,"name":"Trukfit (Paused)","trackName":"Trukfit (Paused)","artistName":"A-Wax","albumName":"Trukfit","duration":210.092,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pre-Verse]\nIt's like the more you see the less you care\nThe less you care the more you're going to see\nMoney ain't everything\nBut if it ain't something to you\nWe can't do nothing together\nThat's for sure, right here\nEy, uh\n\nI don't know where but I became cold and\nMight've had AK's, probably sold dope there\nMight've been kids, honestly I just don't care\nIf I ever go broke, I ain't going broke scared\nI don't know how, I became cutthroat\nMan been waiting on work by the truckload\nYou was saying \"Damn, dog.\"\nI was thinking \"Fuck no.\"\nNot again, not another friend with his luck low\nDealing with the fuck shit, had me like \"Fuck shit.\"\nDrugs never came, everybody threw a drug fit\nMoney on hands now, people trying thug shit\nPut him in the trunk so he knows he's been abducted\nTalking about the dead and letting my mans rest\nIma probably be the next Aaron Hernandez\nTalking about we need a new turn like \"Can't bitch.\"\nRollies on deck, two jewels like \"Can bitch.\", boy\n\nOh my god, I see you clearly now\nIn my dreams you're here with me somehow\n\nPut money in the streets, motherfuck rap dog\nBite my hand, murder dog, no black dog\nI ain't got shit for you, had to work that hard\nTour the house with a pool in the backyard\nHey, plans never quite came\nSmall stage hand couldn't catch them like sand\nAnd I know the face ain't much\nBut her hourglass body got me stressing like \"Damn.\"\nMan, I been on this grind for some time\nBut no luck, somebody roll up\nDucking the grey plot, plotting the hold up\nWe'll be in the same spot for naught cause we sold stuff\nRibs strong but the pockets are robust\nYou'll be showing pistols to your partners but won't bust\nI be flying in and out of Fresco like so much\nI don't even know what timezone I'm going to touch\n\nCall my name and I will make a sound\nI'm in love with someone out of town\nWho is this?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trukfit (Paused)\n  artist: A-Wax\n  album: Trukfit\n  duration_ms: 210092\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pre-Verse]\n  It's like the more you see the less you care\n  The less you care the more you're going to see\n  Money ain't everything\n  But if it ain't something to you\n  We can't do nothing together\n  That's for sure, right here\n  Ey, uh\n\n  I don't know where but I became cold and\n  Might've had AK's, probably sold dope there\n  Might've been kids, honestly I just don't care\n  If I ever go broke, I ain't going broke scared\n  I don't know how, I became cutthroat\n  Man been waiting on work by the truckload\n  You was saying \"Damn, dog.\"\n  I was thinking \"Fuck no.\"\n  Not again, not another friend with his luck low\n  Dealing with the fuck shit, had me like \"Fuck shit.\"\n  Drugs never came, everybody threw a drug fit\n  Money on hands now, people trying thug shit\n  Put him in the trunk so he knows he's been abducted\n  Talking about the dead and letting my mans rest\n  Ima probably be the next Aaron Hernandez\n  Talking about we need a new turn like \"Can't bitch.\"\n  Rollies on deck, two jewels like \"Can bitch.\", boy\n\n  Oh my god, I see you clearly now\n  In my dreams you're here with me somehow\n\n  Put money in the streets, motherfuck rap dog\n  Bite my hand, murder dog, no black dog\n  I ain't got shit for you, had to work that hard\n  Tour the house with a pool in the backyard\n  Hey, plans never quite came\n  Small stage hand couldn't catch them like sand\n  And I know the face ain't much\n  But her hourglass body got me stressing like \"Damn.\"\n  Man, I been on this grind for some time\n  But no luck, somebody roll up\n  Ducking the grey plot, plotting the hold up\n  We'll be in the same spot for naught cause we sold stuff\n  Ribs strong but the pockets are robust\n  You'll be showing pistols to your partners but won't bust\n  I be flying in and out of Fresco like so much\n  I don't even know what timezone I'm going to touch\n\n  Call my name and I will make a sound\n  I'm in love with someone out of town\n  Who is this?\n"},{"id":12578692,"name":"Trukfit","trackName":"Trukfit","artistName":"A-Wax","albumName":"Pullin' Strings","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pre-Verse]\nIt's like the more you see the less you care\nThe less you care the more you're going to see\nMoney ain't everything\nBut if it ain't something to you\nWe can't do nothing together\nThat's for sure, right here\nEy, uh\n\nI don't know where but I became cold and\nMight've had AK's, probably sold dope there\nMight've been kids, honestly I just don't care\nIf I ever go broke, I ain't going broke scared\nI don't know how, I became cutthroat\nMan been waiting on work by the truckload\nYou was saying \"Damn, dog.\"\nI was thinking \"Fuck no.\"\nNot again, not another friend with his luck low\nDealing with the fuck shit, had me like \"Fuck shit.\"\nDrugs never came, everybody threw a drug fit\nMoney on hands now, people trying thug shit\nPut him in the trunk so he knows he's been abducted\nTalking about the dead and letting my mans rest\nIma probably be the next Aaron Hernandez\nTalking about we need a new turn like \"Can't bitch.\"\nRollies on deck, two jewels like \"Can bitch.\", boy\n\nOh my god, I see you clearly now\nIn my dreams you're here with me somehow\n\nPut money in the streets, motherfuck rap dog\nBite my hand, murder dog, no black dog\nI ain't got shit for you, had to work that hard\nTour the house with a pool in the backyard\nHey, plans never quite came\nSmall stage hand couldn't catch them like sand\nAnd I know the face ain't much\nBut her hourglass body got me stressing like \"Damn.\"\nMan, I been on this grind for some time\nBut no luck, somebody roll up\nDucking the grey plot, plotting the hold up\nWe'll be in the same spot for naught cause we sold stuff\nRibs strong but the pockets are robust\nYou'll be showing pistols to your partners but won't bust\nI be flying in and out of Fresco like so much\nI don't even know what timezone I'm going to touch\n\nCall my name and I will make a sound\nI'm in love with someone out of town\nWho is this?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trukfit\n  artist: A-Wax\n  album: Pullin' Strings\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pre-Verse]\n  It's like the more you see the less you care\n  The less you care the more you're going to see\n  Money ain't everything\n  But if it ain't something to you\n  We can't do nothing together\n  That's for sure, right here\n  Ey, uh\n\n  I don't know where but I became cold and\n  Might've had AK's, probably sold dope there\n  Might've been kids, honestly I just don't care\n  If I ever go broke, I ain't going broke scared\n  I don't know how, I became cutthroat\n  Man been waiting on work by the truckload\n  You was saying \"Damn, dog.\"\n  I was thinking \"Fuck no.\"\n  Not again, not another friend with his luck low\n  Dealing with the fuck shit, had me like \"Fuck shit.\"\n  Drugs never came, everybody threw a drug fit\n  Money on hands now, people trying thug shit\n  Put him in the trunk so he knows he's been abducted\n  Talking about the dead and letting my mans rest\n  Ima probably be the next Aaron Hernandez\n  Talking about we need a new turn like \"Can't bitch.\"\n  Rollies on deck, two jewels like \"Can bitch.\", boy\n\n  Oh my god, I see you clearly now\n  In my dreams you're here with me somehow\n\n  Put money in the streets, motherfuck rap dog\n  Bite my hand, murder dog, no black dog\n  I ain't got shit for you, had to work that hard\n  Tour the house with a pool in the backyard\n  Hey, plans never quite came\n  Small stage hand couldn't catch them like sand\n  And I know the face ain't much\n  But her hourglass body got me stressing like \"Damn.\"\n  Man, I been on this grind for some time\n  But no luck, somebody roll up\n  Ducking the grey plot, plotting the hold up\n  We'll be in the same spot for naught cause we sold stuff\n  Ribs strong but the pockets are robust\n  You'll be showing pistols to your partners but won't bust\n  I be flying in and out of Fresco like so much\n  I don't even know what timezone I'm going to touch\n\n  Call my name and I will make a sound\n  I'm in love with someone out of town\n  Who is this?\n"},{"id":38133102,"name":"Trukfit","trackName":"Trukfit","artistName":"A-Wax","albumName":"Pullin' Strings","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pre-Verse]\nIt's like the more you see the less you care\nThe less you care the more you're going to see\nMoney ain't everything\nBut if it ain't something to you\nWe can't do nothing together\nThat's for sure, right here\nEy, uh\n\nI don't know where but I became cold and\nMight've had AK's, probably sold dope there\nMight've been kids, honestly I just don't care\nIf I ever go broke, I ain't going broke scared\nI don't know how, I became cutthroat\nMan been waiting on work by the truckload\nYou was saying \"Damn, dog.\"\nI was thinking \"Fuck no.\"\nNot again, not another friend with his luck low\nDealing with the fuck shit, had me like \"Fuck shit.\"\nDrugs never came, everybody threw a drug fit\nMoney on hands now, people trying thug shit\nPut him in the trunk so he knows he's been abducted\nTalking about the dead and letting my mans rest\nIma probably be the next Aaron Hernandez\nTalking about we need a new turn like \"Can't bitch.\"\nRollies on deck, two jewels like \"Can bitch.\", boy\n\nOh my god, I see you clearly now\nIn my dreams you're here with me somehow\n\nPut money in the streets, motherfuck rap dog\nBite my hand, murder dog, no black dog\nI ain't got shit for you, had to work that hard\nTour the house with a pool in the backyard\nHey, plans never quite came\nSmall stage hand couldn't catch them like sand\nAnd I know the face ain't much\nBut her hourglass body got me stressing like \"Damn.\"\nMan, I been on this grind for some time\nBut no luck, somebody roll up\nDucking the grey plot, plotting the hold up\nWe'll be in the same spot for naught cause we sold stuff\nRibs strong but the pockets are robust\nYou'll be showing pistols to your partners but won't bust\nI be flying in and out of Fresco like so much\nI don't even know what timezone I'm going to touch\n\nCall my name and I will make a sound\nI'm in love with someone out of town\nWho is this?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trukfit\n  artist: A-Wax\n  album: Pullin' Strings\n  duration_ms: 197000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pre-Verse]\n  It's like the more you see the less you care\n  The less you care the more you're going to see\n  Money ain't everything\n  But if it ain't something to you\n  We can't do nothing together\n  That's for sure, right here\n  Ey, uh\n\n  I don't know where but I became cold and\n  Might've had AK's, probably sold dope there\n  Might've been kids, honestly I just don't care\n  If I ever go broke, I ain't going broke scared\n  I don't know how, I became cutthroat\n  Man been waiting on work by the truckload\n  You was saying \"Damn, dog.\"\n  I was thinking \"Fuck no.\"\n  Not again, not another friend with his luck low\n  Dealing with the fuck shit, had me like \"Fuck shit.\"\n  Drugs never came, everybody threw a drug fit\n  Money on hands now, people trying thug shit\n  Put him in the trunk so he knows he's been abducted\n  Talking about the dead and letting my mans rest\n  Ima probably be the next Aaron Hernandez\n  Talking about we need a new turn like \"Can't bitch.\"\n  Rollies on deck, two jewels like \"Can bitch.\", boy\n\n  Oh my god, I see you clearly now\n  In my dreams you're here with me somehow\n\n  Put money in the streets, motherfuck rap dog\n  Bite my hand, murder dog, no black dog\n  I ain't got shit for you, had to work that hard\n  Tour the house with a pool in the backyard\n  Hey, plans never quite came\n  Small stage hand couldn't catch them like sand\n  And I know the face ain't much\n  But her hourglass body got me stressing like \"Damn.\"\n  Man, I been on this grind for some time\n  But no luck, somebody roll up\n  Ducking the grey plot, plotting the hold up\n  We'll be in the same spot for naught cause we sold stuff\n  Ribs strong but the pockets are robust\n  You'll be showing pistols to your partners but won't bust\n  I be flying in and out of Fresco like so much\n  I don't even know what timezone I'm going to touch\n\n  Call my name and I will make a sound\n  I'm in love with someone out of town\n  Who is this?\n"}]