[{"id":4856092,"name":"Just Have Fun","trackName":"Just Have Fun","artistName":"Ab‐Soul","albumName":"These Days…","duration":331.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have some fun out there\nSmells like fucking dope in here\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n\nUp jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments\nRiding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah\nIf I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying\nMiming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion\nMore fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more\n(Smoke that weed nigga)\nSet that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked\nGot that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)\nWe used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\nI don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\nI close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\nMunchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\nWicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n(Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\nPsy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\nAsk Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\nAnd that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\nI flow like, Russel Crowe when the beautiful mind\nThat's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)\nDon't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! (shake that ass up)\nI'm fast, another bites the dust just at the sight of us\nThey liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\nThat ever so, talented establishment\nTDE. Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me, Soul\n\nWhen I cross the street I look both ways\nGazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\nNiggas talk more than bitches These Days\nAnd the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\nJust Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\nJust Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\n\nI just wanna teach you all about the mind\nThe power in it, the very power of mine\nIt makes sense I take interest in the third eye\nDue to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice\nCause I've already envisioned what the world looks like\nSo when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice\nThat's why i read a lot of books so making straight A's\nKatrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage\nI never paid tuition, but I paid attention\nThat's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission\nTook my third hit of DMT and then I melted in\n(Met the devil in God's elbow)\nAnd this is what he said...\n\nWhen I cross the street I look both ways\nGazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\nNiggas talk more than bitches These Days\nAnd the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\nJust Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\nJust Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\n\nHi my name is Jimmy\n(Hi Jimmy)\nI'm a friend of a rapper\nYou may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul\nI'm from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania\nI like Denim Jeans\nAnd I'm an alcoholic...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] Have some fun out there\n[00:04.83] Smells like fucking dope in here\n[00:07.82] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:11.21] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:13.29] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:15.01] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:17.03] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:18.97] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:25.15] Up jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments\n[00:28.32] Riding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah\n[00:31.42] If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying\n[00:34.68] Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion\n[00:37.70] More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more\n[00:40.40] (Smoke that weed nigga)\n[00:41.33] Set that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked\n[00:43.66] Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)\n[00:47.16] We used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\n[00:50.69] I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\n[00:53.72] I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\n[00:56.88] Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\n[00:59.98] Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n[01:03.16] (Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\n[01:04.93] Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\n[01:08.94] Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\n[01:12.54] And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\n[01:15.67] I flow like, Russel Crowe when the beautiful mind\n[01:18.55] That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)\n[01:25.09] Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! (shake that ass up)\n[01:28.28] I'm fast, another bites the dust just at the sight of us\n[01:31.63] They liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\n[01:34.56] That ever so, talented establishment\n[01:37.00] TDE. Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me, Soul\n[01:41.17] When I cross the street I look both ways\n[01:44.08] Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\n[01:47.31] Niggas talk more than bitches These Days\n[01:50.37] And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\n[01:54.80] Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[01:57.85] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[02:01.04] Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[02:03.75] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[02:06.37] I just wanna teach you all about the mind\n[02:09.37] The power in it, the very power of mine\n[02:12.44] It makes sense I take interest in the third eye\n[02:15.48] Due to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice\n[02:18.78] Cause I've already envisioned what the world looks like\n[02:21.88] So when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice\n[02:25.13] That's why i read a lot of books so making straight A's\n[02:28.73] Katrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage\n[02:31.78] I never paid tuition, but I paid attention\n[02:34.96] That's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission\n[02:38.02] Took my third hit of DMT and then I melted in\n[02:41.07] (Met the devil in God's elbow)\n[02:43.12] And this is what he said...\n[02:44.56] When I cross the street I look both ways\n[02:47.00] Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\n[02:50.27] Niggas talk more than bitches These Days\n[02:53.53] And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\n[02:57.16] Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[03:00.56] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[03:02.91] Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[03:05.59] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[03:08.83] Hi my name is Jimmy\n[03:14.42] (Hi Jimmy)\n[03:16.27] I'm a friend of a rapper\n[03:18.72] You may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul\n[03:24.03] I'm from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania\n[03:28.34] I like Denim Jeans\n[03:30.33] And I'm an alcoholic...\n[03:32.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Just Have Fun\n  artist: Ab‐Soul\n  album: These Days…\n  duration_ms: 331000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have some fun out there\n  start_ms: 2720\n  end_ms: 4830\n- text: Smells like fucking dope in here\n  start_ms: 4830\n  end_ms: 7820\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 7820\n  end_ms: 11210\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 11210\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15010\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 15010\n  end_ms: 17030\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 17030\n  end_ms: 18970\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 25150\n- text: Up jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments\n  start_ms: 25150\n  end_ms: 28320\n- text: Riding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah\n  start_ms: 28320\n  end_ms: 31420\n- text: If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying\n  start_ms: 31420\n  end_ms: 34680\n- text: Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion\n  start_ms: 34680\n  end_ms: 37700\n- text: More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more\n  start_ms: 37700\n  end_ms: 40400\n- text: (Smoke that weed nigga)\n  start_ms: 40400\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: Set that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43660\n- text: Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)\n  start_ms: 43660\n  end_ms: 47160\n- text: We used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\n  start_ms: 47160\n  end_ms: 50690\n- text: I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\n  start_ms: 50690\n  end_ms: 53720\n- text: I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\n  start_ms: 53720\n  end_ms: 56880\n- text: Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\n  start_ms: 56880\n  end_ms: 59980\n- text: Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n  start_ms: 59980\n  end_ms: 63160\n- text: (Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\n  start_ms: 63160\n  end_ms: 64930\n- text: Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\n  start_ms: 64930\n  end_ms: 68940\n- text: Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\n  start_ms: 68940\n  end_ms: 72540\n- text: And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\n  start_ms: 72540\n  end_ms: 75670\n- text: I flow like, Russel Crowe when the beautiful mind\n  start_ms: 75670\n  end_ms: 78550\n- text: That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)\n  start_ms: 78550\n  end_ms: 85090\n- text: Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! 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(shake that ass up)\n  I'm fast, another bites the dust just at the sight of us\n  They liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\n  That ever so, talented establishment\n  TDE. Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me, Soul\n\n  When I cross the street I look both ways\n  Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\n  Niggas talk more than bitches These Days\n  And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\n  Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\n  Yeah, let's have some fun\n  Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\n  Yeah, let's have some fun\n\n  I just wanna teach you all about the mind\n  The power in it, the very power of mine\n  It makes sense I take interest in the third eye\n  Due to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice\n  Cause I've already envisioned what the world looks like\n  So when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice\n  That's why i read a lot of books so making straight A's\n  Katrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage\n  I never paid tuition, but I paid attention\n  That's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission\n  Took my third hit of DMT and then I melted in\n  (Met the devil in God's elbow)\n  And this is what he said...\n\n  When I cross the street I look both ways\n  Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\n  Niggas talk more than bitches These Days\n  And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\n  Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\n  Yeah, let's have some fun\n  Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\n  Yeah, let's have some fun\n\n  Hi my name is Jimmy\n  (Hi Jimmy)\n  I'm a friend of a rapper\n  You may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul\n  I'm from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania\n  I like Denim Jeans\n  And I'm an alcoholic...\n"},{"id":4197820,"name":"Just Have Fun","trackName":"Just Have Fun","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days...","duration":331.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, have some fun out there\nSmells like dope in here\nEverybody out there\nDon't let drugs do you\nSmells like dope in here\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\nDo the drugs\nUp jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments\nRiding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah\nIf I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying\nMiming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion\nMore fire, that's more fire, that's more fire\nThat's more (Smoke that weed nigga)\nSet that mouse trap, you fuck around\nYeah you fuck around and get smoked\nGot that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp\nBurn that (roll that weed nigga)\nWe used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\nI don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\nI close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\nMunchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\nWicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n(Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\nPsy-psy-psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\nAsk Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\nAnd that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\nI flow like, Russel Crowe in a beautiful mind\nThat's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs\nAnd I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time\n(Roll that weed nigga)\nDon't forget my dash or you'll get left behind!\n(Shake that ass up)\nI'm fast, another one bites the dust just at the sight of us\nThey liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\nThat ever so, talented establishment\nTde, Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me, Soul\nWhen I cross the street I look both ways\nGazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\nNiggas talk more than bitches These Days\nAnd the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\nJust have some fun (Got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\nJust have some fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\nI just wanna teach you all about the mind\nThe power in it, the very power of mine\nIt makes sense I take interest in the third eye\nDue to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice\nCause I've already envisioned what the world looks like\nSo when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice\nThat's why I read a lot of books, so I got straight A's\nKatrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage\nI never paid tuition, but I paid attention\nThat's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission\nTook my third hit of DMT and then I melted in\n(Met the devil in God's elbow)\nAnd this is what he said\nWhen I cross the street I look both ways\nGazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\nNiggas talk more than bitches These Days\nAnd the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\nJust have some fun (Got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\nJust have some fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\nJust have fun\nHi my name is Jimmy\n(Hi Jimmy)\nI'm a friend of a rapper\nYou may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul\nI'm from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania\nI like Denim Jeans\nAnd I'm an alcoholic\nThese days I've seen my best\nNeed be lay me to rest\nSmoke, drink, relieve my stress\nHard times, they got the best of me, I guess\nThese days I've seen my best\nNeed be lay me to rest\nSmoke, drink, relieve my stress\nHard times, they got the best of me, I guess\nThese days I've seen my best\nNeed be lay me to rest\nSmoke, drink, relieve my stress\nHard times, they got the best of me, I guess\n(Swear to God this the only time I've used this flow)\nI'm more than man, I died and I rose again\nI left these holes in my hand just so you know who I am\nAn alien, extraterrestrial, ET's a mini me, you understand?\nLook what I did, smoke like a chimney\nThen add to that\nThat I smoke like the hippies did back in the 70's\nSo many styles I write with a ghost\nLike I had assistance, but this is just dope, dope\nBottles of Belaire, the prince is the freshest\nTree by the elbow we get for the LO\nSo I should be happy, but this shit is stressin'\nStaring at heaven like \"fuck is perfection?\"\nI'm popping downers to deal with depression\nCause when you the plug here come the finessing, finessing\nSmoking dope with the hitters\nDon't know no new niggas and business is business\nCan I get a motherfucking witness?\nThese days I've seen my best\nNeed be lay me to rest\nSmoke, drink, relieve my stress\nHard times, they got the best of me, I guess\nThese days I've seen my best\nNeed be lay me to rest\nSmoke, drink, relieve my stress\nHard times, they got the best of me, I guess","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] Have some fun out there\n[00:04.83] Smells like fucking dope in here\n[00:07.82] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:11.21] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:13.29] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:15.01] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:17.03] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:18.97] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:25.15] Up jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments\n[00:28.32] Riding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah\n[00:31.42] If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying\n[00:34.68] Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion\n[00:37.70] More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more\n[00:40.40] (Smoke that weed nigga)\n[00:41.33] Set that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked\n[00:43.66] Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)\n[00:47.16] We used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\n[00:50.69] I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\n[00:53.72] I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\n[00:56.88] Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\n[00:59.98] Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n[01:03.16] (Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\n[01:04.93] Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\n[01:08.94] Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\n[01:12.54] And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\n[01:15.67] I flow like, Russel Crowe when the beautiful mind\n[01:18.55] That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)\n[01:25.09] Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! (shake that ass up)\n[01:28.28] I'm fast, another bites the dust just at the sight of us\n[01:31.63] They liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\n[01:34.56] That ever so, talented establishment\n[01:37.00] TDE. Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me, Soul\n[01:41.17] When I cross the street I look both ways\n[01:44.08] Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\n[01:47.31] Niggas talk more than bitches These Days\n[01:50.37] And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\n[01:54.80] Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[01:57.85] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[02:01.04] Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[02:03.75] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[02:06.37] I just wanna teach you all about the mind\n[02:09.37] The power in it, the very power of mine\n[02:12.44] It makes sense I take interest in the third eye\n[02:15.48] Due to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice\n[02:18.78] Cause I've already envisioned what the world looks like\n[02:21.88] So when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice\n[02:25.13] That's why i read a lot of books so making straight A's\n[02:28.73] Katrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage\n[02:31.78] I never paid tuition, but I paid attention\n[02:34.96] That's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission\n[02:38.02] Took my third hit of DMT and then I melted in\n[02:41.07] (Met the devil in God's elbow)\n[02:43.12] And this is what he said...\n[02:44.56] When I cross the street I look both ways\n[02:47.00] Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\n[02:50.27] Niggas talk more than bitches These Days\n[02:53.53] And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\n[02:57.16] Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[03:00.56] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[03:02.91] Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[03:05.59] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[03:08.83] Hi my name is Jimmy\n[03:14.42] (Hi Jimmy)\n[03:16.27] I'm a friend of a rapper\n[03:18.72] You may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul\n[03:24.03] I'm from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania\n[03:28.34] I like Denim Jeans\n[03:30.33] And I'm an alcoholic...\n[03:32.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Just Have Fun\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 331000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have some fun out there\n  start_ms: 2720\n  end_ms: 4830\n- text: Smells like fucking dope in here\n  start_ms: 4830\n  end_ms: 7820\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 7820\n  end_ms: 11210\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 11210\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15010\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 15010\n  end_ms: 17030\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 17030\n  end_ms: 18970\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 25150\n- text: Up jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments\n  start_ms: 25150\n  end_ms: 28320\n- text: Riding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah\n  start_ms: 28320\n  end_ms: 31420\n- text: If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying\n  start_ms: 31420\n  end_ms: 34680\n- text: Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion\n  start_ms: 34680\n  end_ms: 37700\n- text: More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more\n  start_ms: 37700\n  end_ms: 40400\n- text: (Smoke that weed nigga)\n  start_ms: 40400\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: Set that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43660\n- text: Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)\n  start_ms: 43660\n  end_ms: 47160\n- text: We used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\n  start_ms: 47160\n  end_ms: 50690\n- text: I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\n  start_ms: 50690\n  end_ms: 53720\n- text: I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\n  start_ms: 53720\n  end_ms: 56880\n- text: Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\n  start_ms: 56880\n  end_ms: 59980\n- text: Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n  start_ms: 59980\n  end_ms: 63160\n- text: (Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\n  start_ms: 63160\n  end_ms: 64930\n- text: Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\n  start_ms: 64930\n  end_ms: 68940\n- text: Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\n  start_ms: 68940\n  end_ms: 72540\n- text: And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\n  start_ms: 72540\n  end_ms: 75670\n- text: I flow like, Russel Crowe when the beautiful mind\n  start_ms: 75670\n  end_ms: 78550\n- text: That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)\n  start_ms: 78550\n  end_ms: 85090\n- text: Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! 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nigga)\n  We used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\n  I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\n  I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\n  Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\n  Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n  (Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\n  Psy-psy-psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\n  Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\n  And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\n  I flow like, Russel Crowe in a beautiful mind\n  That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs\n  And I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time\n  (Roll that weed nigga)\n  Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind!\n  (Shake that ass up)\n  I'm fast, another one bites the dust just at the sight of us\n  They liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\n  That ever so, talented establishment\n  Tde, Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me, Soul\n  When I cross the street I 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ways\n  Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\n  Niggas talk more than bitches These Days\n  And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\n  Just have some fun (Got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\n  Yeah, let's have some fun\n  Just have some fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\n  Just have fun\n  Hi my name is Jimmy\n  (Hi Jimmy)\n  I'm a friend of a rapper\n  You may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul\n  I'm from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania\n  I like Denim Jeans\n  And I'm an alcoholic\n  These days I've seen my best\n  Need be lay me to rest\n  Smoke, drink, relieve my stress\n  Hard times, they got the best of me, I guess\n  These days I've seen my best\n  Need be lay me to rest\n  Smoke, drink, relieve my stress\n  Hard times, they got the best of me, I guess\n  These days I've seen my best\n  Need be lay me to rest\n  Smoke, drink, relieve my stress\n  Hard times, they got the best of me, I guess\n  (Swear to God this the only time I've used this flow)\n  I'm more than man, I 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like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)\nWe used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\nI don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\nI close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\nMunchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\nWicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n(Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\nPsy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\nAsk Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\nAnd that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\nI flow like, Russel Crowe when the beautiful mind\nThat's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)\nDon't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! (shake that ass up)\nI'm fast, another bites the dust just at the sight of us\nThey liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\nThat ever so, talented establishment\nTDE. Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me, Soul\n\nWhen I cross the street I look both ways\nGazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\nNiggas talk more than bitches These Days\nAnd the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\nJust Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\nJust Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\n\nI just wanna teach you all about the mind\nThe power in it, the very power of mine\nIt makes sense I take interest in the third eye\nDue to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice\nCause I've already envisioned what the world looks like\nSo when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice\nThat's why i read a lot of books so making straight A's\nKatrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage\nI never paid tuition, but I paid attention\nThat's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission\nTook my third hit of DMT and then I melted in\n(Met the devil in God's elbow)\nAnd this is what he said...\n\nWhen I cross the street I look both ways\nGazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\nNiggas talk more than bitches These Days\nAnd the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\nJust Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\nJust Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\n\nHi my name is Jimmy\n(Hi Jimmy)\nI'm a friend of a rapper\nYou may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul\nI'm from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania\nI like Denim Jeans\nAnd I'm an alcoholic...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] Have some fun out there\n[00:04.83] Smells like fucking dope in here\n[00:07.82] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:11.21] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:13.29] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:15.01] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:17.03] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:18.97] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:25.15] Up jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments\n[00:28.32] Riding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah\n[00:31.42] If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying\n[00:34.68] Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion\n[00:37.70] More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more\n[00:40.40] (Smoke that weed nigga)\n[00:41.33] Set that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked\n[00:43.66] Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)\n[00:47.16] We used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\n[00:50.69] I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\n[00:53.72] I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\n[00:56.88] Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\n[00:59.98] Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n[01:03.16] (Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\n[01:04.93] Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\n[01:08.94] Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\n[01:12.54] And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\n[01:15.67] I flow like, Russel Crowe when the beautiful mind\n[01:18.55] That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)\n[01:25.09] Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! (shake that ass up)\n[01:28.28] I'm fast, another bites the dust just at the sight of us\n[01:31.63] They liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\n[01:34.56] That ever so, talented establishment\n[01:37.00] TDE. Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me, Soul\n[01:41.17] When I cross the street I look both ways\n[01:44.08] Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\n[01:47.31] Niggas talk more than bitches These Days\n[01:50.37] And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\n[01:54.80] Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[01:57.85] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[02:01.04] Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[02:03.75] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[02:06.37] I just wanna teach you all about the mind\n[02:09.37] The power in it, the very power of mine\n[02:12.44] It makes sense I take interest in the third eye\n[02:15.48] Due to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice\n[02:18.78] Cause I've already envisioned what the world looks like\n[02:21.88] So when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice\n[02:25.13] That's why i read a lot of books so making straight A's\n[02:28.73] Katrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage\n[02:31.78] I never paid tuition, but I paid attention\n[02:34.96] That's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission\n[02:38.02] Took my third hit of DMT and then I melted in\n[02:41.07] (Met the devil in God's elbow)\n[02:43.12] And this is what he said...\n[02:44.56] When I cross the street I look both ways\n[02:47.00] Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\n[02:50.27] Niggas talk more than bitches These Days\n[02:53.53] And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\n[02:57.16] Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[03:00.56] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[03:02.91] Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[03:05.59] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[03:08.83] Hi my name is Jimmy\n[03:14.42] (Hi Jimmy)\n[03:16.27] I'm a friend of a rapper\n[03:18.72] You may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul\n[03:24.03] I'm from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania\n[03:28.34] I like Denim Jeans\n[03:30.33] And I'm an alcoholic...\n[03:32.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Just Have Fun\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days…\n  duration_ms: 331000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have some fun out there\n  start_ms: 2720\n  end_ms: 4830\n- text: Smells like fucking dope in here\n  start_ms: 4830\n  end_ms: 7820\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 7820\n  end_ms: 11210\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 11210\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15010\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 15010\n  end_ms: 17030\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 17030\n  end_ms: 18970\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 25150\n- text: Up jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments\n  start_ms: 25150\n  end_ms: 28320\n- text: Riding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah\n  start_ms: 28320\n  end_ms: 31420\n- text: If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying\n  start_ms: 31420\n  end_ms: 34680\n- text: Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion\n  start_ms: 34680\n  end_ms: 37700\n- text: More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more\n  start_ms: 37700\n  end_ms: 40400\n- text: (Smoke that weed nigga)\n  start_ms: 40400\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: Set that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43660\n- text: Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)\n  start_ms: 43660\n  end_ms: 47160\n- text: We used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\n  start_ms: 47160\n  end_ms: 50690\n- text: I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\n  start_ms: 50690\n  end_ms: 53720\n- text: I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\n  start_ms: 53720\n  end_ms: 56880\n- text: Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\n  start_ms: 56880\n  end_ms: 59980\n- text: Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n  start_ms: 59980\n  end_ms: 63160\n- text: (Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\n  start_ms: 63160\n  end_ms: 64930\n- text: Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\n  start_ms: 64930\n  end_ms: 68940\n- text: Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\n  start_ms: 68940\n  end_ms: 72540\n- text: And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\n  start_ms: 72540\n  end_ms: 75670\n- text: I flow like, Russel Crowe when the beautiful mind\n  start_ms: 75670\n  end_ms: 78550\n- text: That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)\n  start_ms: 78550\n  end_ms: 85090\n- text: Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! 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(shake that ass up)\n  I'm fast, another bites the dust just at the sight of us\n  They liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\n  That ever so, talented establishment\n  TDE. 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(shake that ass up)\nI'm fast, another bites the dust just at the sight of us\nThey liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\nThat ever so, talented establishment\nTDE. Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me, Soul\n\nWhen I cross the street I look both ways\nGazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\nNiggas talk more than bitches These Days\nAnd the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\nJust Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\nJust Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\n\nI just wanna teach you all about the mind\nThe power in it, the very power of mine\nIt makes sense I take interest in the third eye\nDue to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice\nCause I've already envisioned what the world looks like\nSo when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice\nThat's why i read a lot of books so making straight A's\nKatrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage\nI never paid tuition, but I paid attention\nThat's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission\nTook my third hit of DMT and then I melted in\n(Met the devil in God's elbow)\nAnd this is what he said...\n\nWhen I cross the street I look both ways\nGazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\nNiggas talk more than bitches These Days\nAnd the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\nJust Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\nJust Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\n\nHi my name is Jimmy\n(Hi Jimmy)\nI'm a friend of a rapper\nYou may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul\nI'm from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania\nI like Denim Jeans\nAnd I'm an alcoholic...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Just Have Fun\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days․․․\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Have some fun out there\n  Smells like fucking dope in here\n  Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n\n  Up jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments\n  Riding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah\n  If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying\n  Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion\n  More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more\n  (smoke that weed nigga)\n  Set that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked\n  Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)\n  We used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\n  I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\n  I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\n  Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\n  Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n  (Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\n  Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\n  Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\n  And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\n  I flow like, Russel Crowe when the beautiful mind\n  That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)\n  Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! (shake that ass up)\n  I'm fast, another bites the dust just at the sight of us\n  They liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\n  That ever so, talented establishment\n  TDE. Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me, Soul\n\n  When I cross the street I look both ways\n  Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\n  Niggas talk more than bitches These Days\n  And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\n  Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\n  Yeah, let's have some fun\n  Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\n  Yeah, let's have some fun\n\n  I just wanna teach you all about the mind\n  The power in it, the very power of mine\n  It makes sense I take interest in the third eye\n  Due to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice\n  Cause I've already envisioned what the world looks like\n  So when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice\n  That's why i read a lot of books so making straight A's\n  Katrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage\n  I never paid tuition, but I paid attention\n  That's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission\n  Took my third hit of DMT and then I melted in\n  (Met the devil in God's elbow)\n  And this is what he said...\n\n  When I cross the street I look both ways\n  Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\n  Niggas talk more than bitches These Days\n  And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\n  Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\n  Yeah, let's have some fun\n  Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\n  Yeah, let's have some fun\n\n  Hi my name is Jimmy\n  (Hi Jimmy)\n  I'm a friend of a rapper\n  You may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul\n  I'm from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania\n  I like Denim Jeans\n  And I'm an alcoholic...\n"},{"id":34086881,"name":"Just Have Fun","trackName":"Just Have Fun","artistName":"Ab‐Soul","albumName":"These Days...","duration":331.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have some fun out there\nSmells like fucking dope in here\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\nSon, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n\nUp jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments\nRiding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah\nIf I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying\nMiming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion\nMore fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more\n(Smoke that weed nigga)\nSet that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked\nGot that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)\nWe used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\nI don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\nI close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\nMunchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\nWicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n(Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\nPsy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\nAsk Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\nAnd that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\nI flow like, Russel Crowe when the beautiful mind\nThat's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)\nDon't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! (shake that ass up)\nI'm fast, another bites the dust just at the sight of us\nThey liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\nThat ever so, talented establishment\nTDE. Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me, Soul\n\nWhen I cross the street I look both ways\nGazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\nNiggas talk more than bitches These Days\nAnd the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\nJust Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\nJust Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\n\nI just wanna teach you all about the mind\nThe power in it, the very power of mine\nIt makes sense I take interest in the third eye\nDue to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice\nCause I've already envisioned what the world looks like\nSo when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice\nThat's why i read a lot of books so making straight A's\nKatrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage\nI never paid tuition, but I paid attention\nThat's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission\nTook my third hit of DMT and then I melted in\n(Met the devil in God's elbow)\nAnd this is what he said...\n\nWhen I cross the street I look both ways\nGazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\nNiggas talk more than bitches These Days\nAnd the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\nJust Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\nJust Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\n\nHi my name is Jimmy\n(Hi Jimmy)\nI'm a friend of a rapper\nYou may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul\nI'm from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania\nI like Denim Jeans\nAnd I'm an alcoholic...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] Have some fun out there\n[00:04.83] Smells like fucking dope in here\n[00:07.82] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:11.21] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:13.29] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:15.01] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:17.03] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:18.97] Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:25.15] Up jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments\n[00:28.32] Riding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah\n[00:31.42] If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying\n[00:34.68] Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion\n[00:37.70] More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more\n[00:40.40] (Smoke that weed nigga)\n[00:41.33] Set that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked\n[00:43.66] Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)\n[00:47.16] We used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\n[00:50.69] I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\n[00:53.72] I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\n[00:56.88] Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\n[00:59.98] Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n[01:03.16] (Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\n[01:04.93] Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\n[01:08.94] Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\n[01:12.54] And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\n[01:15.67] I flow like, Russel Crowe when the beautiful mind\n[01:18.55] That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)\n[01:25.09] Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! (shake that ass up)\n[01:28.28] I'm fast, another bites the dust just at the sight of us\n[01:31.63] They liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\n[01:34.56] That ever so, talented establishment\n[01:37.00] TDE. Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me, Soul\n[01:41.17] When I cross the street I look both ways\n[01:44.08] Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\n[01:47.31] Niggas talk more than bitches These Days\n[01:50.37] And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\n[01:54.80] Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[01:57.85] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[02:01.04] Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[02:03.75] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[02:06.37] I just wanna teach you all about the mind\n[02:09.37] The power in it, the very power of mine\n[02:12.44] It makes sense I take interest in the third eye\n[02:15.48] Due to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice\n[02:18.78] Cause I've already envisioned what the world looks like\n[02:21.88] So when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice\n[02:25.13] That's why i read a lot of books so making straight A's\n[02:28.73] Katrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage\n[02:31.78] I never paid tuition, but I paid attention\n[02:34.96] That's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission\n[02:38.02] Took my third hit of DMT and then I melted in\n[02:41.07] (Met the devil in God's elbow)\n[02:43.12] And this is what he said...\n[02:44.56] When I cross the street I look both ways\n[02:47.00] Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\n[02:50.27] Niggas talk more than bitches These Days\n[02:53.53] And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\n[02:57.16] Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[03:00.56] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[03:02.91] Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\n[03:05.59] Yeah, let's have some fun\n[03:08.83] Hi my name is Jimmy\n[03:14.42] (Hi Jimmy)\n[03:16.27] I'm a friend of a rapper\n[03:18.72] You may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul\n[03:24.03] I'm from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania\n[03:28.34] I like Denim Jeans\n[03:30.33] And I'm an alcoholic...\n[03:32.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Just Have Fun\n  artist: Ab‐Soul\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 331000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have some fun out there\n  start_ms: 2720\n  end_ms: 4830\n- text: Smells like fucking dope in here\n  start_ms: 4830\n  end_ms: 7820\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 7820\n  end_ms: 11210\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 11210\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15010\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 15010\n  end_ms: 17030\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 17030\n  end_ms: 18970\n- text: Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 25150\n- text: Up jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments\n  start_ms: 25150\n  end_ms: 28320\n- text: Riding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah\n  start_ms: 28320\n  end_ms: 31420\n- text: If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying\n  start_ms: 31420\n  end_ms: 34680\n- text: Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion\n  start_ms: 34680\n  end_ms: 37700\n- text: More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more\n  start_ms: 37700\n  end_ms: 40400\n- text: (Smoke that weed nigga)\n  start_ms: 40400\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: Set that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43660\n- text: Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)\n  start_ms: 43660\n  end_ms: 47160\n- text: We used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\n  start_ms: 47160\n  end_ms: 50690\n- text: I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\n  start_ms: 50690\n  end_ms: 53720\n- text: I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\n  start_ms: 53720\n  end_ms: 56880\n- text: Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\n  start_ms: 56880\n  end_ms: 59980\n- text: Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n  start_ms: 59980\n  end_ms: 63160\n- text: (Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\n  start_ms: 63160\n  end_ms: 64930\n- text: Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\n  start_ms: 64930\n  end_ms: 68940\n- text: Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\n  start_ms: 68940\n  end_ms: 72540\n- text: And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\n  start_ms: 72540\n  end_ms: 75670\n- text: I flow like, Russel Crowe when the beautiful mind\n  start_ms: 75670\n  end_ms: 78550\n- text: That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)\n  start_ms: 78550\n  end_ms: 85090\n- text: Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! 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(shake that ass up)\nI'm fast, another bites the dust just at the sight of us\nThey liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\nThat ever so, talented establishment\nTDE. Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me, Soul\n\nWhen I cross the street I look both ways\nGazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\nNiggas talk more than bitches These Days\nAnd the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\nJust Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\nJust Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\n\nI just wanna teach you all about the mind\nThe power in it, the very power of mine\nIt makes sense I take interest in the third eye\nDue to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice\nCause I've already envisioned what the world looks like\nSo when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice\nThat's why i read a lot of books so making straight A's\nKatrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage\nI never paid tuition, but I paid attention\nThat's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission\nTook my third hit of DMT and then I melted in\n(Met the devil in God's elbow)\nAnd this is what he said...\n\nWhen I cross the street I look both ways\nGazelle frames, paparazzi in my face\nNiggas talk more than bitches These Days\nAnd the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!\nJust Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\nJust Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)\nYeah, let's have some fun\n\nHi my name is Jimmy\n(Hi Jimmy)\nI'm a friend of a rapper\nYou may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul\nI'm from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania\nI like Denim Jeans\nAnd I'm an alcoholic...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72]Have some fun out there\n[00:04.83]Smells like fucking dope in here\n[00:07.82]Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:11.21]Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:13.29]Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:15.01]Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:17.03]Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:18.97]Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you\n[00:25.15]Up jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments\n[00:28.32]Riding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah\n[00:31.42]If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying\n[00:34.68]Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion\n[00:37.70]More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more\n[00:40.40](Smoke that weed nigga)\n[00:41.33]Set that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked\n[00:43.66]Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)\n[00:47.16]We used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets\n[00:50.69]I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels\n[00:53.72]I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields\n[00:56.88]Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields\n[00:59.98]Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?\n[01:03.16](Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)\n[01:04.93]Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too\n[01:08.94]Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!\n[01:12.54]And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room\n[01:15.67]I flow like, Russel Crowe when the beautiful mind\n[01:18.55]That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)\n[01:25.09]Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! (shake that ass up)\n[01:28.28]I'm fast, another bites the dust just at the sight of us\n[01:31.63]They liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest\n[01:34.56]That ever so, talented establishment\n[01:37.00]TDE. 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