[{"id":4199231,"name":"Ride Slow","trackName":"Ride Slow","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days...","duration":442.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\nYeah *evil laughs*\nYeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\nThat's right make that spooky shit\nYo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\nI Ride Slow\n\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nNo not what I do\nLord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\nSmoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\nRose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n(Oh I know)\nYou made a few bucks now you feel buck\nYour chains gold, my shades all black\nI can do this with a blindfold\nThis ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\nYour brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\nBut I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\nLife's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nI Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\nCut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\nHad to learn though, the harder way\nPushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\nFigga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\nI told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\nRelax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\nOn the surface I will certainly scratch\nSee Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\nYour puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\nGo this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\nWhat's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\nRemember that? I'm biblical with this shit\nThe tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\nOh! (blow)\nThe cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\nYo, I Ride Slow...\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nCheck!\nI Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\nA psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\nYou nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\nPulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n(?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n(?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\nRoll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\nSurvival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n(?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\nUp shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\nCall your number like you just won the raffle\nNigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\nTurn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\nThe reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\nWith the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\nAny nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\nOne nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\nAnd I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n(I Ride Slow!)\n\n(I-I-I Ride)\n(I-I-I Ride)\n\nNiggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n(I Ride Slow)\nNiggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\nI gave cuz his first cup of Lean\nWhat you niggas talking bout?\nCuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n(I Ride Slow)\n(These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\nSoulo\n\n*Hail Mary melody*\nLa-la-la-la-la\nDo you wanna ride or die?\n(I Ride Slow)\nWhat do we have here now? Run quick see\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I Ride Slow)\n\nI heard they stopped making Actavis...\n(You know when I heard that?)\nWhile I was sipping Actavis!\nFast life, slow motion in my double cup\nThe screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\nI must be Captain Phillips\nThese niggas don't speak my language\nResidue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\nThat it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\nI walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\nDeadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\nMy rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\nEnlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\nWhat I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\nAll these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\nRap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\nSo here's a question that I ask...\nWhat's a negative with no plus?\nA Benz with no bus?\nA curse with no gift?\nWho's God with no us?\n\nDelusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\nPut my dick in witches from the Crucible\nI'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\nPardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\nDeath just called homie, breathe easy\nLoaded gun in front of me\nShoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\nAy-ay-ay-ay\nFuck off! Maaaaaan\n(I Ride Slow)\n(Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\nMan don't talk about the potency of my pack\nI snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\nSatan's blood in my swag\nNobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\nWill tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\nAnd then float away\n(I Ride Slow)\nGood luck!\n\nYo Doeburger man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.42] Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n[00:02.88] Yeah *evil laughs*\n[00:04.43] Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n[00:07.68] That's right make that spooky shit\n[00:10.05] Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n[00:12.83] I Ride Slow\n[00:13.97] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[00:18.27] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[00:20.85] No not what I do\n[00:21.96] Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n[00:27.16] Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n[00:30.45] Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n[00:33.06] (Oh I know)\n[00:34.02] You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n[00:37.29] Your chains gold, my shades all black\n[00:38.53] I can do this with a blindfold\n[00:40.85] This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n[00:44.04] Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n[00:47.28] But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n[00:49.63] Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n[00:53.22] It gets cold on the road to the riches\n[00:56.34] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[00:57.20] The cars and the clothes is expensive\n[00:59.68] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[01:00.57] These hoes with the nose in my business\n[01:03.12] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[01:04.03] Nigga\n[01:05.52] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[01:07.21] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[01:11.79] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[01:14.01] Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n[01:16.53] Insane in the membrane!\n[01:19.77] I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n[01:23.15] Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n[01:26.52] Had to learn though, the harder way\n[01:28.72] Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n[01:32.28] Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n[01:35.39] I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n[01:39.00] Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n[01:42.93] On the surface I will certainly scratch\n[01:45.26] See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n[01:49.06] Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n[01:52.69] Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n[01:55.92] What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n[02:00.48] Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n[02:02.58] The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n[02:05.86] Oh! (blow)\n[02:07.43] The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n[02:12.83] Yo, I Ride Slow...\n[02:13.84] It gets cold on the road to the riches\n[02:16.17] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[02:17.25] The cars and the clothes is expensive\n[02:19.59] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[02:20.78] These hoes with the nose in my business\n[02:22.83] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[02:24.06] Nigga\n[02:25.90] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[02:27.27] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[02:31.78] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[02:33.81] Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n[02:37.37] Insane in the membrane!\n[02:39.00] Check!\n[02:39.75] I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n[02:42.14] A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n[02:46.35] You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n[02:49.57] Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n[02:52.87] (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n[02:56.24] (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n[02:59.57] Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n[03:02.87] Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n[03:06.58] (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n[03:09.73] Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n[03:16.33] Call your number like you just won the raffle\n[03:19.88] Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n[03:22.86] Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n[03:26.42] The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n[03:30.37] With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n[03:33.02] Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n[03:36.26] One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n[03:41.30] And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n[03:49.47] (I Ride Slow!)\n[03:51.63] (I-I-I Ride)\n[04:06.26] (I-I-I Ride)\n[04:12.76] Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n[04:18.81] (I Ride Slow)\n[04:21.39] Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n[04:30.23] I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n[04:33.72] What you niggas talking bout?\n[04:34.57] Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n[04:41.02] (I Ride Slow)\n[04:41.83] (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[04:46.44] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n[04:49.23] Soulo\n[04:55.19] *Hail Mary melody*\n[04:57.19] La-la-la-la-la\n[04:59.19] Do you wanna ride or die?\n[05:01.46] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:02.66] What do we have here now? Run quick see\n[05:07.03] Come with me, come with me\n[05:14.24] (Hail Mary)\n[05:15.24] Come with me, come with me\n[05:20.22] (Hail Mary)\n[05:21.17] La-la-la-la-la\n[05:21.88] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:23.30] I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n[05:25.74] (You know when I heard that?)\n[05:27.00] While I was sipping Actavis!\n[05:29.47] Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n[05:32.56] The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n[05:36.37] I must be Captain Phillips\n[05:37.87] These niggas don't speak my language\n[05:39.53] Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n[05:42.40] That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n[05:45.93] I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n[05:50.60] Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n[05:55.82] My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n[05:59.83] Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n[06:03.24] What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n[06:06.64] All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n[06:10.01] Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n[06:14.06] So here's a question that I ask...\n[06:16.28] What's a negative with no plus?\n[06:18.36] A Benz with no bus?\n[06:20.19] A curse with no gift?\n[06:21.97] Who's God with no us?\n[06:23.75] Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n[06:27.38] Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n[06:29.54] I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n[06:34.12] Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n[06:37.92] Death just called homie, breathe easy\n[06:40.58] Loaded gun in front of me\n[06:41.87] Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n[06:45.24] Ay-ay-ay-ay\n[06:47.86] Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n[06:50.55] (I Ride Slow)\n[06:52.14] (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n[06:54.90] Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n[06:58.16] I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n[07:01.61] Satan's blood in my swag\n[07:03.37] Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n[07:05.53] Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n[07:09.38] And then float away\n[07:11.01] (I Ride Slow)\n[07:13.54] Good luck!\n[07:15.12] Yo Doeburger man\n[07:20.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Slow\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 442000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  start_ms: 420\n  end_ms: 2880\n- text: Yeah *evil laughs*\n  start_ms: 2880\n  end_ms: 4430\n- text: Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  start_ms: 4430\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: That's right make that spooky shit\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10050\n- text: Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  start_ms: 10050\n  end_ms: 12830\n- text: I Ride Slow\n  start_ms: 12830\n  end_ms: 13970\n- text: These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  start_ms: 13970\n  end_ms: 18270\n- text: In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  start_ms: 18270\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: No not what I do\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 21960\n- text: Lord do you have mercy on my soul? 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If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  start_ms: 186580\n  end_ms: 189730\n- text: Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  start_ms: 189730\n  end_ms: 196330\n- text: Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  start_ms: 196330\n  end_ms: 199880\n- text: Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  start_ms: 199880\n  end_ms: 202860\n- text: Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  start_ms: 202860\n  end_ms: 206420\n- text: The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  start_ms: 206420\n  end_ms: 210370\n- text: With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  start_ms: 210370\n  end_ms: 213020\n- text: Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  start_ms: 213020\n  end_ms: 216260\n- text: One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  start_ms: 216260\n  end_ms: 221300\n- text: And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  start_ms: 221300\n  end_ms: 229470\n- text: (I Ride Slow!)\n  start_ms: 229470\n  end_ms: 231630\n- text: (I-I-I Ride)\n  start_ms: 231630\n  end_ms: 246260\n- text: (I-I-I Ride)\n  start_ms: 246260\n  end_ms: 252760\n- text: Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  start_ms: 252760\n  end_ms: 258810\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 258810\n  end_ms: 261390\n- text: Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  start_ms: 261390\n  end_ms: 270230\n- text: I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  start_ms: 270230\n  end_ms: 273720\n- text: What you niggas talking bout?\n  start_ms: 273720\n  end_ms: 274570\n- text: Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  start_ms: 274570\n  end_ms: 281020\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 281020\n  end_ms: 281830\n- text: (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  start_ms: 281830\n  end_ms: 286440\n- text: In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  start_ms: 286440\n  end_ms: 289230\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 289230\n  end_ms: 295190\n- text: '*Hail Mary melody*'\n  start_ms: 295190\n  end_ms: 297190\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 297190\n  end_ms: 299190\n- text: Do you wanna ride or die?\n  start_ms: 299190\n  end_ms: 301460\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 301460\n  end_ms: 302660\n- text: What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  start_ms: 302660\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 314240\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 314240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 315240\n  end_ms: 320220\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 320220\n  end_ms: 321170\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 321170\n  end_ms: 321880\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 321880\n  end_ms: 323300\n- text: I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  start_ms: 323300\n  end_ms: 325740\n- text: (You know when I heard that?)\n  start_ms: 325740\n  end_ms: 327000\n- text: While I was sipping Actavis!\n  start_ms: 327000\n  end_ms: 329470\n- text: Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  start_ms: 329470\n  end_ms: 332560\n- text: The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  start_ms: 332560\n  end_ms: 336370\n- text: I must be Captain Phillips\n  start_ms: 336370\n  end_ms: 337870\n- text: These niggas don't speak my language\n  start_ms: 337870\n  end_ms: 339530\n- text: Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  start_ms: 339530\n  end_ms: 342400\n- text: That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  start_ms: 342400\n  end_ms: 345930\n- text: I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  start_ms: 345930\n  end_ms: 350600\n- text: Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  start_ms: 350600\n  end_ms: 355820\n- text: My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  start_ms: 355820\n  end_ms: 359830\n- text: Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  start_ms: 359830\n  end_ms: 363240\n- text: What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  start_ms: 363240\n  end_ms: 366640\n- text: All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  start_ms: 366640\n  end_ms: 370010\n- text: Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  start_ms: 370010\n  end_ms: 374060\n- text: So here's a question that I ask...\n  start_ms: 374060\n  end_ms: 376280\n- text: What's a negative with no plus?\n  start_ms: 376280\n  end_ms: 378360\n- text: A Benz with no bus?\n  start_ms: 378360\n  end_ms: 380190\n- text: A curse with no gift?\n  start_ms: 380190\n  end_ms: 381970\n- text: Who's God with no us?\n  start_ms: 381970\n  end_ms: 383750\n- text: Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  start_ms: 383750\n  end_ms: 387380\n- text: Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  start_ms: 387380\n  end_ms: 389540\n- text: I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  start_ms: 389540\n  end_ms: 394120\n- text: Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  start_ms: 394120\n  end_ms: 397920\n- text: Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  start_ms: 397920\n  end_ms: 400580\n- text: Loaded gun in front of me\n  start_ms: 400580\n  end_ms: 401870\n- text: Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n  start_ms: 401870\n  end_ms: 405240\n- text: Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 405240\n  end_ms: 407860\n- text: Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  start_ms: 407860\n  end_ms: 410550\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 410550\n  end_ms: 412140\n- text: (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n  start_ms: 412140\n  end_ms: 414900\n- text: Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  start_ms: 414900\n  end_ms: 418160\n- text: I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  start_ms: 418160\n  end_ms: 421610\n- text: Satan's blood in my swag\n  start_ms: 421610\n  end_ms: 423370\n- text: Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  start_ms: 423370\n  end_ms: 425530\n- text: Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n  start_ms: 425530\n  end_ms: 429380\n- text: And then float away\n  start_ms: 429380\n  end_ms: 431010\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 431010\n  end_ms: 433540\n- text: Good luck!\n  start_ms: 433540\n  end_ms: 435120\n- text: Yo Doeburger man\n  start_ms: 435120\n  end_ms: 440510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 440510\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  Yeah *evil laughs*\n  Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  That's right make that spooky shit\n  Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  I Ride Slow\n\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  No not what I do\n  Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n  (Oh I know)\n  You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n  Your chains gold, my shades all black\n  I can do this with a blindfold\n  This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n  But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n  Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  Had to learn though, the harder way\n  Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n  Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n  I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n  On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  Oh! (blow)\n  The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  Yo, I Ride Slow...\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  Check!\n  I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n  A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n  (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n  Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n  (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  (I Ride Slow!)\n\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n\n  Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  What you niggas talking bout?\n  Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  Soulo\n\n  *Hail Mary melody*\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  Do you wanna ride or die?\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I Ride Slow)\n\n  I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  (You know when I heard that?)\n  While I was sipping Actavis!\n  Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  I must be Captain Phillips\n  These niggas don't speak my language\n  Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  So here's a question that I ask...\n  What's a negative with no plus?\n  A Benz with no bus?\n  A curse with no gift?\n  Who's God with no us?\n\n  Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  Loaded gun in front of me\n  Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\n  Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\n  Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  Satan's blood in my swag\n  Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\n  And then float away\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Good luck!\n\n  Yo Doeburger man\n"},{"id":18711094,"name":"Ride Slow","trackName":"Ride Slow","artistName":"Ab‐Soul","albumName":"These Days…","duration":449.99975,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\nYeah *evil laughs*\nYeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\nThat's right make that spooky shit\nYo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\nI Ride Slow\n\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nNo not what I do\nLord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\nSmoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\nRose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n(Oh I know)\nYou made a few bucks now you feel buck\nYour chains gold, my shades all black\nI can do this with a blindfold\nThis ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\nYour brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\nBut I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\nLife's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nI Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\nCut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\nHad to learn though, the harder way\nPushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\nFigga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\nI told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\nRelax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\nOn the surface I will certainly scratch\nSee Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\nYour puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\nGo this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\nWhat's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\nRemember that? I'm biblical with this shit\nThe tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\nOh! (blow)\nThe cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\nYo, I Ride Slow...\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nCheck!\nI Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\nA psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\nYou nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\nPulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n(?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n(?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\nRoll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\nSurvival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n(?) 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Run quick see\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I Ride Slow)\n\nI heard they stopped making Actavis...\n(You know when I heard that?)\nWhile I was sipping Actavis!\nFast life, slow motion in my double cup\nThe screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\nI must be Captain Phillips\nThese niggas don't speak my language\nResidue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\nThat it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\nI walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\nDeadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\nMy rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\nEnlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\nWhat I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\nAll these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\nRap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\nSo here's a question that I ask...\nWhat's a negative with no plus?\nA Benz with no bus?\nA curse with no gift?\nWho's God with no us?\n\nDelusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\nPut my dick in witches from the Crucible\nI'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\nPardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\nDeath just called homie, breathe easy\nLoaded gun in front of me\nShoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\nAy-ay-ay-ay\nFuck off! 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Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n[00:27.16] Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n[00:30.45] Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n[00:33.06] (Oh I know)\n[00:34.02] You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n[00:37.29] Your chains gold, my shades all black\n[00:38.53] I can do this with a blindfold\n[00:40.85] This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n[00:44.04] Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n[00:47.28] But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n[00:49.63] Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n[00:53.22] It gets cold on the road to the riches\n[00:56.34] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[00:57.20] The cars and the clothes is expensive\n[00:59.68] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[01:00.57] These hoes with the nose in my business\n[01:03.12] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[01:04.03] Nigga\n[01:05.52] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[01:07.21] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[01:11.79] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[01:14.01] Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n[01:16.53] Insane in the membrane!\n[01:19.77] I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n[01:23.15] Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n[01:26.52] Had to learn though, the harder way\n[01:28.72] Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n[01:32.28] Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n[01:35.39] I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n[01:39.00] Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n[01:42.93] On the surface I will certainly scratch\n[01:45.26] See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n[01:49.06] Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n[01:52.69] Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n[01:55.92] What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n[02:00.48] Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n[02:02.58] The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n[02:05.86] Oh! (blow)\n[02:07.43] The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n[02:12.83] Yo, I Ride Slow...\n[02:13.84] It gets cold on the road to the riches\n[02:16.17] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[02:17.25] The cars and the clothes is expensive\n[02:19.59] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[02:20.78] These hoes with the nose in my business\n[02:22.83] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[02:24.06] Nigga\n[02:25.90] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[02:27.27] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[02:31.78] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[02:33.81] Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n[02:37.37] Insane in the membrane!\n[02:39.00] Check!\n[02:39.75] I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n[02:42.14] A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n[02:46.35] You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n[02:49.57] Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n[02:52.87] (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n[02:56.24] (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n[02:59.57] Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n[03:02.87] Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n[03:06.58] (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n[03:09.73] Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n[03:16.33] Call your number like you just won the raffle\n[03:19.88] Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n[03:22.86] Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n[03:26.42] The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n[03:30.37] With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n[03:33.02] Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n[03:36.26] One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n[03:41.30] And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n[03:49.47] (I Ride Slow!)\n[03:51.63] (I-I-I Ride)\n[04:06.26] (I-I-I Ride)\n[04:12.76] Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n[04:18.81] (I Ride Slow)\n[04:21.39] Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n[04:30.23] I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n[04:33.72] What you niggas talking bout?\n[04:34.57] Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n[04:41.02] (I Ride Slow)\n[04:41.83] (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[04:46.44] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n[04:49.23] Soulo\n[04:55.19] *Hail Mary melody*\n[04:57.19] La-la-la-la-la\n[04:59.19] Do you wanna ride or die?\n[05:01.46] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:02.66] What do we have here now? Run quick see\n[05:07.03] Come with me, come with me\n[05:14.24] (Hail Mary)\n[05:15.24] Come with me, come with me\n[05:20.22] (Hail Mary)\n[05:21.17] La-la-la-la-la\n[05:21.88] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:23.30] I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n[05:25.74] (You know when I heard that?)\n[05:27.00] While I was sipping Actavis!\n[05:29.47] Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n[05:32.56] The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n[05:36.37] I must be Captain Phillips\n[05:37.87] These niggas don't speak my language\n[05:39.53] Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n[05:42.40] That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n[05:45.93] I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n[05:50.60] Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n[05:55.82] My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n[05:59.83] Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n[06:03.24] What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n[06:06.64] All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n[06:10.01] Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n[06:14.06] So here's a question that I ask...\n[06:16.28] What's a negative with no plus?\n[06:18.36] A Benz with no bus?\n[06:20.19] A curse with no gift?\n[06:21.97] Who's God with no us?\n[06:23.75] Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n[06:27.38] Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n[06:29.54] I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n[06:34.12] Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n[06:37.92] Death just called homie, breathe easy\n[06:40.58] Loaded gun in front of me\n[06:41.87] Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n[06:45.24] Ay-ay-ay-ay\n[06:47.86] Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n[06:50.55] (I Ride Slow)\n[06:52.14] (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n[06:54.90] Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n[06:58.16] I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n[07:01.61] Satan's blood in my swag\n[07:03.37] Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n[07:05.53] Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n[07:09.38] And then float away\n[07:11.01] (I Ride Slow)\n[07:13.54] Good luck!\n[07:15.12] Yo Doeburger man\n[07:20.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Slow\n  artist: Ab‐Soul\n  album: These Days…\n  duration_ms: 450000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  start_ms: 420\n  end_ms: 2880\n- text: Yeah *evil laughs*\n  start_ms: 2880\n  end_ms: 4430\n- text: Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  start_ms: 4430\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: That's right make that spooky shit\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10050\n- text: Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  start_ms: 10050\n  end_ms: 12830\n- text: I Ride Slow\n  start_ms: 12830\n  end_ms: 13970\n- text: These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  start_ms: 13970\n  end_ms: 18270\n- text: In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  start_ms: 18270\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: No not what I do\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 21960\n- text: Lord do you have mercy on my soul? 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If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  start_ms: 186580\n  end_ms: 189730\n- text: Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  start_ms: 189730\n  end_ms: 196330\n- text: Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  start_ms: 196330\n  end_ms: 199880\n- text: Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  start_ms: 199880\n  end_ms: 202860\n- text: Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  start_ms: 202860\n  end_ms: 206420\n- text: The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  start_ms: 206420\n  end_ms: 210370\n- text: With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  start_ms: 210370\n  end_ms: 213020\n- text: Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  start_ms: 213020\n  end_ms: 216260\n- text: One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  start_ms: 216260\n  end_ms: 221300\n- text: And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  start_ms: 221300\n  end_ms: 229470\n- text: (I Ride Slow!)\n  start_ms: 229470\n  end_ms: 231630\n- text: (I-I-I Ride)\n  start_ms: 231630\n  end_ms: 246260\n- text: (I-I-I Ride)\n  start_ms: 246260\n  end_ms: 252760\n- text: Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  start_ms: 252760\n  end_ms: 258810\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 258810\n  end_ms: 261390\n- text: Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  start_ms: 261390\n  end_ms: 270230\n- text: I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  start_ms: 270230\n  end_ms: 273720\n- text: What you niggas talking bout?\n  start_ms: 273720\n  end_ms: 274570\n- text: Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  start_ms: 274570\n  end_ms: 281020\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 281020\n  end_ms: 281830\n- text: (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  start_ms: 281830\n  end_ms: 286440\n- text: In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  start_ms: 286440\n  end_ms: 289230\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 289230\n  end_ms: 295190\n- text: '*Hail Mary melody*'\n  start_ms: 295190\n  end_ms: 297190\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 297190\n  end_ms: 299190\n- text: Do you wanna ride or die?\n  start_ms: 299190\n  end_ms: 301460\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 301460\n  end_ms: 302660\n- text: What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  start_ms: 302660\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 314240\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 314240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 315240\n  end_ms: 320220\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 320220\n  end_ms: 321170\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 321170\n  end_ms: 321880\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 321880\n  end_ms: 323300\n- text: I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  start_ms: 323300\n  end_ms: 325740\n- text: (You know when I heard that?)\n  start_ms: 325740\n  end_ms: 327000\n- text: While I was sipping Actavis!\n  start_ms: 327000\n  end_ms: 329470\n- text: Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  start_ms: 329470\n  end_ms: 332560\n- text: The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  start_ms: 332560\n  end_ms: 336370\n- text: I must be Captain Phillips\n  start_ms: 336370\n  end_ms: 337870\n- text: These niggas don't speak my language\n  start_ms: 337870\n  end_ms: 339530\n- text: Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  start_ms: 339530\n  end_ms: 342400\n- text: That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  start_ms: 342400\n  end_ms: 345930\n- text: I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  start_ms: 345930\n  end_ms: 350600\n- text: Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  start_ms: 350600\n  end_ms: 355820\n- text: My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  start_ms: 355820\n  end_ms: 359830\n- text: Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  start_ms: 359830\n  end_ms: 363240\n- text: What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  start_ms: 363240\n  end_ms: 366640\n- text: All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  start_ms: 366640\n  end_ms: 370010\n- text: Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  start_ms: 370010\n  end_ms: 374060\n- text: So here's a question that I ask...\n  start_ms: 374060\n  end_ms: 376280\n- text: What's a negative with no plus?\n  start_ms: 376280\n  end_ms: 378360\n- text: A Benz with no bus?\n  start_ms: 378360\n  end_ms: 380190\n- text: A curse with no gift?\n  start_ms: 380190\n  end_ms: 381970\n- text: Who's God with no us?\n  start_ms: 381970\n  end_ms: 383750\n- text: Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  start_ms: 383750\n  end_ms: 387380\n- text: Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  start_ms: 387380\n  end_ms: 389540\n- text: I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  start_ms: 389540\n  end_ms: 394120\n- text: Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  start_ms: 394120\n  end_ms: 397920\n- text: Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  start_ms: 397920\n  end_ms: 400580\n- text: Loaded gun in front of me\n  start_ms: 400580\n  end_ms: 401870\n- text: Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n  start_ms: 401870\n  end_ms: 405240\n- text: Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 405240\n  end_ms: 407860\n- text: Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  start_ms: 407860\n  end_ms: 410550\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 410550\n  end_ms: 412140\n- text: (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n  start_ms: 412140\n  end_ms: 414900\n- text: Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  start_ms: 414900\n  end_ms: 418160\n- text: I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  start_ms: 418160\n  end_ms: 421610\n- text: Satan's blood in my swag\n  start_ms: 421610\n  end_ms: 423370\n- text: Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  start_ms: 423370\n  end_ms: 425530\n- text: Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n  start_ms: 425530\n  end_ms: 429380\n- text: And then float away\n  start_ms: 429380\n  end_ms: 431010\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 431010\n  end_ms: 433540\n- text: Good luck!\n  start_ms: 433540\n  end_ms: 435120\n- text: Yo Doeburger man\n  start_ms: 435120\n  end_ms: 440510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 440510\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  Yeah *evil laughs*\n  Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  That's right make that spooky shit\n  Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  I Ride Slow\n\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  No not what I do\n  Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n  (Oh I know)\n  You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n  Your chains gold, my shades all black\n  I can do this with a blindfold\n  This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n  But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n  Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  Had to learn though, the harder way\n  Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n  Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n  I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n  On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  Oh! (blow)\n  The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  Yo, I Ride Slow...\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  Check!\n  I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n  A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n  (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n  Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n  (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  (I Ride Slow!)\n\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n\n  Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  What you niggas talking bout?\n  Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  Soulo\n\n  *Hail Mary melody*\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  Do you wanna ride or die?\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I Ride Slow)\n\n  I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  (You know when I heard that?)\n  While I was sipping Actavis!\n  Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  I must be Captain Phillips\n  These niggas don't speak my language\n  Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  So here's a question that I ask...\n  What's a negative with no plus?\n  A Benz with no bus?\n  A curse with no gift?\n  Who's God with no us?\n\n  Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  Loaded gun in front of me\n  Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\n  Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\n  Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  Satan's blood in my swag\n  Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\n  And then float away\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Good luck!\n\n  Yo Doeburger man\n"},{"id":13841634,"name":"Ride Slow","trackName":"Ride Slow","artistName":"Ab‐Soul","albumName":"These Days…","duration":441.626112,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\nYeah *evil laughs*\nYeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\nThat's right make that spooky shit\nYo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\nI Ride Slow\n\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nNo not what I do\nLord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\nSmoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\nRose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n(Oh I know)\nYou made a few bucks now you feel buck\nYour chains gold, my shades all black\nI can do this with a blindfold\nThis ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\nYour brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\nBut I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\nLife's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nI Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\nCut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\nHad to learn though, the harder way\nPushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\nFigga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\nI told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\nRelax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\nOn the surface I will certainly scratch\nSee Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\nYour puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\nGo this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\nWhat's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\nRemember that? I'm biblical with this shit\nThe tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\nOh! (blow)\nThe cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\nYo, I Ride Slow...\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nCheck!\nI Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\nA psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\nYou nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\nPulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n(?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n(?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\nRoll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\nSurvival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n(?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\nUp shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\nCall your number like you just won the raffle\nNigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\nTurn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\nThe reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\nWith the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\nAny nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\nOne nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\nAnd I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n(I Ride Slow!)\n\n(I-I-I Ride)\n(I-I-I Ride)\n\nNiggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n(I Ride Slow)\nNiggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\nI gave cuz his first cup of Lean\nWhat you niggas talking bout?\nCuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n(I Ride Slow)\n(These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\nSoulo\n\n*Hail Mary melody*\nLa-la-la-la-la\nDo you wanna ride or die?\n(I Ride Slow)\nWhat do we have here now? Run quick see\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I Ride Slow)\n\nI heard they stopped making Actavis...\n(You know when I heard that?)\nWhile I was sipping Actavis!\nFast life, slow motion in my double cup\nThe screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\nI must be Captain Phillips\nThese niggas don't speak my language\nResidue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\nThat it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\nI walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\nDeadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\nMy rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\nEnlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\nWhat I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\nAll these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\nRap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\nSo here's a question that I ask...\nWhat's a negative with no plus?\nA Benz with no bus?\nA curse with no gift?\nWho's God with no us?\n\nDelusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\nPut my dick in witches from the Crucible\nI'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\nPardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\nDeath just called homie, breathe easy\nLoaded gun in front of me\nShoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\nAy-ay-ay-ay\nFuck off! Maaaaaan\n(I Ride Slow)\n(Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\nMan don't talk about the potency of my pack\nI snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\nSatan's blood in my swag\nNobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\nWill tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\nAnd then float away\n(I Ride Slow)\nGood luck!\n\nYo Doeburger man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.42] Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n[00:02.88] Yeah *evil laughs*\n[00:04.43] Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n[00:07.68] That's right make that spooky shit\n[00:10.05] Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n[00:12.83] I Ride Slow\n[00:13.97] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[00:18.27] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[00:20.85] No not what I do\n[00:21.96] Lord do you have mercy on my soul? 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Run quick see\n[05:07.03] Come with me, come with me\n[05:14.24] (Hail Mary)\n[05:15.24] Come with me, come with me\n[05:20.22] (Hail Mary)\n[05:21.17] La-la-la-la-la\n[05:21.88] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:23.30] I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n[05:25.74] (You know when I heard that?)\n[05:27.00] While I was sipping Actavis!\n[05:29.47] Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n[05:32.56] The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n[05:36.37] I must be Captain Phillips\n[05:37.87] These niggas don't speak my language\n[05:39.53] Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n[05:42.40] That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n[05:45.93] I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n[05:50.60] Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n[05:55.82] My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n[05:59.83] Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n[06:03.24] What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n[06:06.64] All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n[06:10.01] Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n[06:14.06] So here's a question that I ask...\n[06:16.28] What's a negative with no plus?\n[06:18.36] A Benz with no bus?\n[06:20.19] A curse with no gift?\n[06:21.97] Who's God with no us?\n[06:23.75] Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n[06:27.38] Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n[06:29.54] I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n[06:34.12] Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n[06:37.92] Death just called homie, breathe easy\n[06:40.58] Loaded gun in front of me\n[06:41.87] Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n[06:45.24] Ay-ay-ay-ay\n[06:47.86] Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n[06:50.55] (I Ride Slow)\n[06:52.14] (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n[06:54.90] Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n[06:58.16] I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n[07:01.61] Satan's blood in my swag\n[07:03.37] Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n[07:05.53] Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n[07:09.38] And then float away\n[07:11.01] (I Ride Slow)\n[07:13.54] Good luck!\n[07:15.12] Yo Doeburger man\n[07:20.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Slow\n  artist: Ab‐Soul\n  album: These Days…\n  duration_ms: 441626\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  start_ms: 420\n  end_ms: 2880\n- text: Yeah *evil laughs*\n  start_ms: 2880\n  end_ms: 4430\n- text: Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  start_ms: 4430\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: That's right make that spooky shit\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10050\n- text: Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  start_ms: 10050\n  end_ms: 12830\n- text: I Ride Slow\n  start_ms: 12830\n  end_ms: 13970\n- text: These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  start_ms: 13970\n  end_ms: 18270\n- text: In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  start_ms: 18270\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: No not what I do\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 21960\n- text: Lord do you have mercy on my soul? 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He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  start_ms: 105260\n  end_ms: 109060\n- text: Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  start_ms: 109060\n  end_ms: 112690\n- text: Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  start_ms: 112690\n  end_ms: 115920\n- text: What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  start_ms: 115920\n  end_ms: 120480\n- text: Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  start_ms: 120480\n  end_ms: 122580\n- text: The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  start_ms: 122580\n  end_ms: 125860\n- text: Oh! (blow)\n  start_ms: 125860\n  end_ms: 127430\n- text: The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  start_ms: 127430\n  end_ms: 132830\n- text: Yo, I Ride Slow...\n  start_ms: 132830\n  end_ms: 133840\n- text: It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  start_ms: 133840\n  end_ms: 136170\n- text: (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 136170\n  end_ms: 137250\n- text: The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  start_ms: 137250\n  end_ms: 139590\n- text: (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 139590\n  end_ms: 140780\n- text: These hoes with the nose in my business\n  start_ms: 140780\n  end_ms: 142830\n- text: (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 142830\n  end_ms: 144060\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 144060\n  end_ms: 145900\n- text: (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 145900\n  end_ms: 147270\n- text: These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  start_ms: 147270\n  end_ms: 151780\n- text: In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  start_ms: 151780\n  end_ms: 153810\n- text: Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  start_ms: 153810\n  end_ms: 157370\n- text: Insane in the membrane!\n  start_ms: 157370\n  end_ms: 159000\n- text: Check!\n  start_ms: 159000\n  end_ms: 159750\n- text: I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n  start_ms: 159750\n  end_ms: 162140\n- text: A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  start_ms: 162140\n  end_ms: 166350\n- text: You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  start_ms: 166350\n  end_ms: 169570\n- text: Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n  start_ms: 169570\n  end_ms: 172870\n- text: (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  start_ms: 172870\n  end_ms: 176240\n- text: (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  start_ms: 176240\n  end_ms: 179570\n- text: Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n  start_ms: 179570\n  end_ms: 182870\n- text: Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n  start_ms: 182870\n  end_ms: 186580\n- text: (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  start_ms: 186580\n  end_ms: 189730\n- text: Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  start_ms: 189730\n  end_ms: 196330\n- text: Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  start_ms: 196330\n  end_ms: 199880\n- text: Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  start_ms: 199880\n  end_ms: 202860\n- text: Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  start_ms: 202860\n  end_ms: 206420\n- text: The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  start_ms: 206420\n  end_ms: 210370\n- text: With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  start_ms: 210370\n  end_ms: 213020\n- text: Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  start_ms: 213020\n  end_ms: 216260\n- text: One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  start_ms: 216260\n  end_ms: 221300\n- text: And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  start_ms: 221300\n  end_ms: 229470\n- text: (I Ride Slow!)\n  start_ms: 229470\n  end_ms: 231630\n- text: (I-I-I Ride)\n  start_ms: 231630\n  end_ms: 246260\n- text: (I-I-I Ride)\n  start_ms: 246260\n  end_ms: 252760\n- text: Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  start_ms: 252760\n  end_ms: 258810\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 258810\n  end_ms: 261390\n- text: Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  start_ms: 261390\n  end_ms: 270230\n- text: I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  start_ms: 270230\n  end_ms: 273720\n- text: What you niggas talking bout?\n  start_ms: 273720\n  end_ms: 274570\n- text: Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  start_ms: 274570\n  end_ms: 281020\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 281020\n  end_ms: 281830\n- text: (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  start_ms: 281830\n  end_ms: 286440\n- text: In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  start_ms: 286440\n  end_ms: 289230\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 289230\n  end_ms: 295190\n- text: '*Hail Mary melody*'\n  start_ms: 295190\n  end_ms: 297190\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 297190\n  end_ms: 299190\n- text: Do you wanna ride or die?\n  start_ms: 299190\n  end_ms: 301460\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 301460\n  end_ms: 302660\n- text: What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  start_ms: 302660\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 314240\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 314240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 315240\n  end_ms: 320220\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 320220\n  end_ms: 321170\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 321170\n  end_ms: 321880\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 321880\n  end_ms: 323300\n- text: I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  start_ms: 323300\n  end_ms: 325740\n- text: (You know when I heard that?)\n  start_ms: 325740\n  end_ms: 327000\n- text: While I was sipping Actavis!\n  start_ms: 327000\n  end_ms: 329470\n- text: Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  start_ms: 329470\n  end_ms: 332560\n- text: The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  start_ms: 332560\n  end_ms: 336370\n- text: I must be Captain Phillips\n  start_ms: 336370\n  end_ms: 337870\n- text: These niggas don't speak my language\n  start_ms: 337870\n  end_ms: 339530\n- text: Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  start_ms: 339530\n  end_ms: 342400\n- text: That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  start_ms: 342400\n  end_ms: 345930\n- text: I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  start_ms: 345930\n  end_ms: 350600\n- text: Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  start_ms: 350600\n  end_ms: 355820\n- text: My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  start_ms: 355820\n  end_ms: 359830\n- text: Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  start_ms: 359830\n  end_ms: 363240\n- text: What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  start_ms: 363240\n  end_ms: 366640\n- text: All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  start_ms: 366640\n  end_ms: 370010\n- text: Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  start_ms: 370010\n  end_ms: 374060\n- text: So here's a question that I ask...\n  start_ms: 374060\n  end_ms: 376280\n- text: What's a negative with no plus?\n  start_ms: 376280\n  end_ms: 378360\n- text: A Benz with no bus?\n  start_ms: 378360\n  end_ms: 380190\n- text: A curse with no gift?\n  start_ms: 380190\n  end_ms: 381970\n- text: Who's God with no us?\n  start_ms: 381970\n  end_ms: 383750\n- text: Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  start_ms: 383750\n  end_ms: 387380\n- text: Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  start_ms: 387380\n  end_ms: 389540\n- text: I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  start_ms: 389540\n  end_ms: 394120\n- text: Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  start_ms: 394120\n  end_ms: 397920\n- text: Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  start_ms: 397920\n  end_ms: 400580\n- text: Loaded gun in front of me\n  start_ms: 400580\n  end_ms: 401870\n- text: Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n  start_ms: 401870\n  end_ms: 405240\n- text: Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 405240\n  end_ms: 407860\n- text: Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  start_ms: 407860\n  end_ms: 410550\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 410550\n  end_ms: 412140\n- text: (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n  start_ms: 412140\n  end_ms: 414900\n- text: Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  start_ms: 414900\n  end_ms: 418160\n- text: I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  start_ms: 418160\n  end_ms: 421610\n- text: Satan's blood in my swag\n  start_ms: 421610\n  end_ms: 423370\n- text: Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  start_ms: 423370\n  end_ms: 425530\n- text: Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n  start_ms: 425530\n  end_ms: 429380\n- text: And then float away\n  start_ms: 429380\n  end_ms: 431010\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 431010\n  end_ms: 433540\n- text: Good luck!\n  start_ms: 433540\n  end_ms: 435120\n- text: Yo Doeburger man\n  start_ms: 435120\n  end_ms: 440510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 440510\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  Yeah *evil laughs*\n  Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  That's right make that spooky shit\n  Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  I Ride Slow\n\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  No not what I do\n  Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n  (Oh I know)\n  You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n  Your chains gold, my shades all black\n  I can do this with a blindfold\n  This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n  But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n  Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  Had to learn though, the harder way\n  Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n  Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n  I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n  On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  Oh! (blow)\n  The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  Yo, I Ride Slow...\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  Check!\n  I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n  A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n  (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n  Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n  (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  (I Ride Slow!)\n\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n\n  Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  What you niggas talking bout?\n  Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  Soulo\n\n  *Hail Mary melody*\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  Do you wanna ride or die?\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I Ride Slow)\n\n  I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  (You know when I heard that?)\n  While I was sipping Actavis!\n  Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  I must be Captain Phillips\n  These niggas don't speak my language\n  Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  So here's a question that I ask...\n  What's a negative with no plus?\n  A Benz with no bus?\n  A curse with no gift?\n  Who's God with no us?\n\n  Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  Loaded gun in front of me\n  Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\n  Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\n  Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  Satan's blood in my swag\n  Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\n  And then float away\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Good luck!\n\n  Yo Doeburger man\n"},{"id":36502536,"name":"Ride Slow","trackName":"Ride Slow","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days…","duration":441.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\nYeah *evil laughs*\nYeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\nThat's right make that spooky shit\nYo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\nI Ride Slow\n\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nNo not what I do\nLord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\nSmoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\nRose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n(Oh I know)\nYou made a few bucks now you feel buck\nYour chains gold, my shades all black\nI can do this with a blindfold\nThis ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\nYour brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\nBut I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\nLife's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nI Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\nCut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\nHad to learn though, the harder way\nPushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\nFigga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\nI told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\nRelax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\nOn the surface I will certainly scratch\nSee Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\nYour puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\nGo this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\nWhat's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\nRemember that? I'm biblical with this shit\nThe tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\nOh! 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Run quick see\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I Ride Slow)\n\nI heard they stopped making Actavis...\n(You know when I heard that?)\nWhile I was sipping Actavis!\nFast life, slow motion in my double cup\nThe screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\nI must be Captain Phillips\nThese niggas don't speak my language\nResidue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\nThat it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\nI walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\nDeadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\nMy rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\nEnlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\nWhat I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\nAll these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\nRap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\nSo here's a question that I ask...\nWhat's a negative with no plus?\nA Benz with no bus?\nA curse with no gift?\nWho's God with no us?\n\nDelusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\nPut my dick in witches from the Crucible\nI'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\nPardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\nDeath just called homie, breathe easy\nLoaded gun in front of me\nShoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\nAy-ay-ay-ay\nFuck off! Maaaaaan\n(I Ride Slow)\n(Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\nMan don't talk about the potency of my pack\nI snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\nSatan's blood in my swag\nNobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\nWill tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\nAnd then float away\n(I Ride Slow)\nGood luck!\n\nYo Doeburger man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.42] Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n[00:02.88] Yeah *evil laughs*\n[00:04.43] Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n[00:07.68] That's right make that spooky shit\n[00:10.05] Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n[00:12.83] I Ride Slow\n[00:13.97] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[00:18.27] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[00:20.85] No not what I do\n[00:21.96] Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n[00:27.16] Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n[00:30.45] Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n[00:33.06] (Oh I know)\n[00:34.02] You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n[00:37.29] Your chains gold, my shades all black\n[00:38.53] I can do this with a blindfold\n[00:40.85] This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n[00:44.04] Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n[00:47.28] But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n[00:49.63] Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n[00:53.22] It gets cold on the road to the riches\n[00:56.34] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[00:57.20] The cars and the clothes is expensive\n[00:59.68] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[01:00.57] These hoes with the nose in my business\n[01:03.12] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[01:04.03] Nigga\n[01:05.52] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[01:07.21] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[01:11.79] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[01:14.01] Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n[01:16.53] Insane in the membrane!\n[01:19.77] I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n[01:23.15] Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n[01:26.52] Had to learn though, the harder way\n[01:28.72] Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n[01:32.28] Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n[01:35.39] I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n[01:39.00] Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n[01:42.93] On the surface I will certainly scratch\n[01:45.26] See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n[01:49.06] Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n[01:52.69] Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n[01:55.92] What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n[02:00.48] Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n[02:02.58] The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n[02:05.86] Oh! 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Run quick see\n[05:07.03] Come with me, come with me\n[05:14.24] (Hail Mary)\n[05:15.24] Come with me, come with me\n[05:20.22] (Hail Mary)\n[05:21.17] La-la-la-la-la\n[05:21.88] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:23.30] I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n[05:25.74] (You know when I heard that?)\n[05:27.00] While I was sipping Actavis!\n[05:29.47] Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n[05:32.56] The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n[05:36.37] I must be Captain Phillips\n[05:37.87] These niggas don't speak my language\n[05:39.53] Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n[05:42.40] That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n[05:45.93] I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n[05:50.60] Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n[05:55.82] My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n[05:59.83] Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n[06:03.24] What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n[06:06.64] All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n[06:10.01] Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n[06:14.06] So here's a question that I ask...\n[06:16.28] What's a negative with no plus?\n[06:18.36] A Benz with no bus?\n[06:20.19] A curse with no gift?\n[06:21.97] Who's God with no us?\n[06:23.75] Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n[06:27.38] Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n[06:29.54] I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n[06:34.12] Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n[06:37.92] Death just called homie, breathe easy\n[06:40.58] Loaded gun in front of me\n[06:41.87] Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n[06:45.24] Ay-ay-ay-ay\n[06:47.86] Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n[06:50.55] (I Ride Slow)\n[06:52.14] (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n[06:54.90] Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n[06:58.16] I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n[07:01.61] Satan's blood in my swag\n[07:03.37] Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n[07:05.53] Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n[07:09.38] And then float away\n[07:11.01] (I Ride Slow)\n[07:13.54] Good luck!\n[07:15.12] Yo Doeburger man\n[07:20.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Slow\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days…\n  duration_ms: 441000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  start_ms: 420\n  end_ms: 2880\n- text: Yeah *evil laughs*\n  start_ms: 2880\n  end_ms: 4430\n- text: Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  start_ms: 4430\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: That's right make that spooky shit\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10050\n- text: Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  start_ms: 10050\n  end_ms: 12830\n- text: I Ride Slow\n  start_ms: 12830\n  end_ms: 13970\n- text: These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  start_ms: 13970\n  end_ms: 18270\n- text: In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  start_ms: 18270\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: No not what I do\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 21960\n- text: Lord do you have mercy on my soul? 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Run quick see\n  start_ms: 302660\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 314240\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 314240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 315240\n  end_ms: 320220\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 320220\n  end_ms: 321170\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 321170\n  end_ms: 321880\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 321880\n  end_ms: 323300\n- text: I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  start_ms: 323300\n  end_ms: 325740\n- text: (You know when I heard that?)\n  start_ms: 325740\n  end_ms: 327000\n- text: While I was sipping Actavis!\n  start_ms: 327000\n  end_ms: 329470\n- text: Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  start_ms: 329470\n  end_ms: 332560\n- text: The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  start_ms: 332560\n  end_ms: 336370\n- text: I must be Captain Phillips\n  start_ms: 336370\n  end_ms: 337870\n- text: These niggas don't speak my language\n  start_ms: 337870\n  end_ms: 339530\n- text: Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  start_ms: 339530\n  end_ms: 342400\n- text: That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  start_ms: 342400\n  end_ms: 345930\n- text: I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  start_ms: 345930\n  end_ms: 350600\n- text: Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  start_ms: 350600\n  end_ms: 355820\n- text: My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  start_ms: 355820\n  end_ms: 359830\n- text: Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  start_ms: 359830\n  end_ms: 363240\n- text: What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  start_ms: 363240\n  end_ms: 366640\n- text: All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  start_ms: 366640\n  end_ms: 370010\n- text: Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  start_ms: 370010\n  end_ms: 374060\n- text: So here's a question that I ask...\n  start_ms: 374060\n  end_ms: 376280\n- text: What's a negative with no plus?\n  start_ms: 376280\n  end_ms: 378360\n- text: A Benz with no bus?\n  start_ms: 378360\n  end_ms: 380190\n- text: A curse with no gift?\n  start_ms: 380190\n  end_ms: 381970\n- text: Who's God with no us?\n  start_ms: 381970\n  end_ms: 383750\n- text: Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  start_ms: 383750\n  end_ms: 387380\n- text: Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  start_ms: 387380\n  end_ms: 389540\n- text: I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  start_ms: 389540\n  end_ms: 394120\n- text: Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  start_ms: 394120\n  end_ms: 397920\n- text: Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  start_ms: 397920\n  end_ms: 400580\n- text: Loaded gun in front of me\n  start_ms: 400580\n  end_ms: 401870\n- text: Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n  start_ms: 401870\n  end_ms: 405240\n- text: Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 405240\n  end_ms: 407860\n- text: Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  start_ms: 407860\n  end_ms: 410550\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 410550\n  end_ms: 412140\n- text: (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n  start_ms: 412140\n  end_ms: 414900\n- text: Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  start_ms: 414900\n  end_ms: 418160\n- text: I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  start_ms: 418160\n  end_ms: 421610\n- text: Satan's blood in my swag\n  start_ms: 421610\n  end_ms: 423370\n- text: Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  start_ms: 423370\n  end_ms: 425530\n- text: Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n  start_ms: 425530\n  end_ms: 429380\n- text: And then float away\n  start_ms: 429380\n  end_ms: 431010\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 431010\n  end_ms: 433540\n- text: Good luck!\n  start_ms: 433540\n  end_ms: 435120\n- text: Yo Doeburger man\n  start_ms: 435120\n  end_ms: 440510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 440510\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  Yeah *evil laughs*\n  Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  That's right make that spooky shit\n  Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  I Ride Slow\n\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  No not what I do\n  Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n  (Oh I know)\n  You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n  Your chains gold, my shades all black\n  I can do this with a blindfold\n  This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n  But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n  Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  Had to learn though, the harder way\n  Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n  Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n  I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n  On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  Oh! (blow)\n  The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  Yo, I Ride Slow...\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  Check!\n  I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n  A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n  (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n  Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n  (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  (I Ride Slow!)\n\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n\n  Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  What you niggas talking bout?\n  Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  Soulo\n\n  *Hail Mary melody*\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  Do you wanna ride or die?\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I Ride Slow)\n\n  I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  (You know when I heard that?)\n  While I was sipping Actavis!\n  Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  I must be Captain Phillips\n  These niggas don't speak my language\n  Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  So here's a question that I ask...\n  What's a negative with no plus?\n  A Benz with no bus?\n  A curse with no gift?\n  Who's God with no us?\n\n  Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  Loaded gun in front of me\n  Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\n  Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\n  Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  Satan's blood in my swag\n  Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\n  And then float away\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Good luck!\n\n  Yo Doeburger man\n"},{"id":9088518,"name":"Ride Slow (feat. Danny Brown & Delusional Thomas)","trackName":"Ride Slow (feat. 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Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\nSmoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\nRose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n(Oh I know)\nYou made a few bucks now you feel buck\nYour chains gold, my shades all black\nI can do this with a blindfold\nThis ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\nYour brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\nBut I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\nLife's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nI Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\nCut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\nHad to learn though, the harder way\nPushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\nFigga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\nI told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\nRelax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\nOn the surface I will certainly scratch\nSee Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\nYour puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\nGo this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\nWhat's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\nRemember that? I'm biblical with this shit\nThe tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\nOh! (blow)\nThe cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\nYo, I Ride Slow...\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nCheck!\nI Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\nA psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\nYou nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\nPulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n(?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n(?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\nRoll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\nSurvival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n(?) 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Run quick see\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I Ride Slow)\n\nI heard they stopped making Actavis...\n(You know when I heard that?)\nWhile I was sipping Actavis!\nFast life, slow motion in my double cup\nThe screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\nI must be Captain Phillips\nThese niggas don't speak my language\nResidue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\nThat it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\nI walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\nDeadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\nMy rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\nEnlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\nWhat I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\nAll these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\nRap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\nSo here's a question that I ask...\nWhat's a negative with no plus?\nA Benz with no bus?\nA curse with no gift?\nWho's God with no us?\n\nDelusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\nPut my dick in witches from the Crucible\nI'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\nPardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\nDeath just called homie, breathe easy\nLoaded gun in front of me\nShoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\nAy-ay-ay-ay\nFuck off! Maaaaaan\n(I Ride Slow)\n(Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\nMan don't talk about the potency of my pack\nI snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\nSatan's blood in my swag\nNobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\nWill tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\nAnd then float away\n(I Ride Slow)\nGood luck!\n\nYo Doeburger man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.42] Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n[00:02.88] Yeah *evil laughs*\n[00:04.43] Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n[00:07.68] That's right make that spooky shit\n[00:10.05] Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n[00:12.83] I Ride Slow\n[00:13.97] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[00:18.27] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[00:20.85] No not what I do\n[00:21.96] Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n[00:27.16] Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n[00:30.45] Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n[00:33.06] (Oh I know)\n[00:34.02] You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n[00:37.29] Your chains gold, my shades all black\n[00:38.53] I can do this with a blindfold\n[00:40.85] This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n[00:44.04] Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n[00:47.28] But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n[00:49.63] Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n[00:53.22] It gets cold on the road to the riches\n[00:56.34] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[00:57.20] The cars and the clothes is expensive\n[00:59.68] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[01:00.57] These hoes with the nose in my business\n[01:03.12] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[01:04.03] Nigga\n[01:05.52] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[01:07.21] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[01:11.79] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[01:14.01] Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n[01:16.53] Insane in the membrane!\n[01:19.77] I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n[01:23.15] Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n[01:26.52] Had to learn though, the harder way\n[01:28.72] Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n[01:32.28] Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n[01:35.39] I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n[01:39.00] Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n[01:42.93] On the surface I will certainly scratch\n[01:45.26] See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n[01:49.06] Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n[01:52.69] Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n[01:55.92] What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n[02:00.48] Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n[02:02.58] The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n[02:05.86] Oh! (blow)\n[02:07.43] The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n[02:12.83] Yo, I Ride Slow...\n[02:13.84] It gets cold on the road to the riches\n[02:16.17] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[02:17.25] The cars and the clothes is expensive\n[02:19.59] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[02:20.78] These hoes with the nose in my business\n[02:22.83] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[02:24.06] Nigga\n[02:25.90] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[02:27.27] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[02:31.78] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[02:33.81] Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n[02:37.37] Insane in the membrane!\n[02:39.00] Check!\n[02:39.75] I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n[02:42.14] A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n[02:46.35] You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n[02:49.57] Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n[02:52.87] (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n[02:56.24] (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n[02:59.57] Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n[03:02.87] Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n[03:06.58] (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n[03:09.73] Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n[03:16.33] Call your number like you just won the raffle\n[03:19.88] Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n[03:22.86] Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n[03:26.42] The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n[03:30.37] With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n[03:33.02] Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n[03:36.26] One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n[03:41.30] And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n[03:49.47] (I Ride Slow!)\n[03:51.63] (I-I-I Ride)\n[04:06.26] (I-I-I Ride)\n[04:12.76] Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n[04:18.81] (I Ride Slow)\n[04:21.39] Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n[04:30.23] I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n[04:33.72] What you niggas talking bout?\n[04:34.57] Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n[04:41.02] (I Ride Slow)\n[04:41.83] (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[04:46.44] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n[04:49.23] Soulo\n[04:55.19] *Hail Mary melody*\n[04:57.19] La-la-la-la-la\n[04:59.19] Do you wanna ride or die?\n[05:01.46] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:02.66] What do we have here now? Run quick see\n[05:07.03] Come with me, come with me\n[05:14.24] (Hail Mary)\n[05:15.24] Come with me, come with me\n[05:20.22] (Hail Mary)\n[05:21.17] La-la-la-la-la\n[05:21.88] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:23.30] I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n[05:25.74] (You know when I heard that?)\n[05:27.00] While I was sipping Actavis!\n[05:29.47] Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n[05:32.56] The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n[05:36.37] I must be Captain Phillips\n[05:37.87] These niggas don't speak my language\n[05:39.53] Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n[05:42.40] That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n[05:45.93] I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n[05:50.60] Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n[05:55.82] My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n[05:59.83] Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n[06:03.24] What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n[06:06.64] All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n[06:10.01] Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n[06:14.06] So here's a question that I ask...\n[06:16.28] What's a negative with no plus?\n[06:18.36] A Benz with no bus?\n[06:20.19] A curse with no gift?\n[06:21.97] Who's God with no us?\n[06:23.75] Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n[06:27.38] Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n[06:29.54] I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n[06:34.12] Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n[06:37.92] Death just called homie, breathe easy\n[06:40.58] Loaded gun in front of me\n[06:41.87] Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n[06:45.24] Ay-ay-ay-ay\n[06:47.86] Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n[06:50.55] (I Ride Slow)\n[06:52.14] (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n[06:54.90] Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n[06:58.16] I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n[07:01.61] Satan's blood in my swag\n[07:03.37] Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n[07:05.53] Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n[07:09.38] And then float away\n[07:11.01] (I Ride Slow)\n[07:13.54] Good luck!\n[07:15.12] Yo Doeburger man\n[07:20.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Slow (feat. 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Run quick see\n  start_ms: 302660\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 314240\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 314240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 315240\n  end_ms: 320220\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 320220\n  end_ms: 321170\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 321170\n  end_ms: 321880\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 321880\n  end_ms: 323300\n- text: I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  start_ms: 323300\n  end_ms: 325740\n- text: (You know when I heard that?)\n  start_ms: 325740\n  end_ms: 327000\n- text: While I was sipping Actavis!\n  start_ms: 327000\n  end_ms: 329470\n- text: Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  start_ms: 329470\n  end_ms: 332560\n- text: The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  start_ms: 332560\n  end_ms: 336370\n- text: I must be Captain Phillips\n  start_ms: 336370\n  end_ms: 337870\n- text: These niggas don't speak my language\n  start_ms: 337870\n  end_ms: 339530\n- text: Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  start_ms: 339530\n  end_ms: 342400\n- text: That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  start_ms: 342400\n  end_ms: 345930\n- text: I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  start_ms: 345930\n  end_ms: 350600\n- text: Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  start_ms: 350600\n  end_ms: 355820\n- text: My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  start_ms: 355820\n  end_ms: 359830\n- text: Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  start_ms: 359830\n  end_ms: 363240\n- text: What I do with 8 zips nigga? 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Maaaaaan\n  start_ms: 407860\n  end_ms: 410550\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 410550\n  end_ms: 412140\n- text: (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n  start_ms: 412140\n  end_ms: 414900\n- text: Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  start_ms: 414900\n  end_ms: 418160\n- text: I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  start_ms: 418160\n  end_ms: 421610\n- text: Satan's blood in my swag\n  start_ms: 421610\n  end_ms: 423370\n- text: Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  start_ms: 423370\n  end_ms: 425530\n- text: Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n  start_ms: 425530\n  end_ms: 429380\n- text: And then float away\n  start_ms: 429380\n  end_ms: 431010\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 431010\n  end_ms: 433540\n- text: Good luck!\n  start_ms: 433540\n  end_ms: 435120\n- text: Yo Doeburger man\n  start_ms: 435120\n  end_ms: 440510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 440510\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  Yeah *evil laughs*\n  Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  That's right make that spooky shit\n  Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  I Ride Slow\n\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  No not what I do\n  Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n  (Oh I know)\n  You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n  Your chains gold, my shades all black\n  I can do this with a blindfold\n  This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n  But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n  Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  Had to learn though, the harder way\n  Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n  Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n  I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n  On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  Oh! (blow)\n  The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  Yo, I Ride Slow...\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  Check!\n  I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n  A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n  (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n  Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n  (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  (I Ride Slow!)\n\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n\n  Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  What you niggas talking bout?\n  Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  Soulo\n\n  *Hail Mary melody*\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  Do you wanna ride or die?\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I Ride Slow)\n\n  I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  (You know when I heard that?)\n  While I was sipping Actavis!\n  Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  I must be Captain Phillips\n  These niggas don't speak my language\n  Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  So here's a question that I ask...\n  What's a negative with no plus?\n  A Benz with no bus?\n  A curse with no gift?\n  Who's God with no us?\n\n  Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  Loaded gun in front of me\n  Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\n  Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\n  Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  Satan's blood in my swag\n  Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\n  And then float away\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Good luck!\n\n  Yo Doeburger man\n"},{"id":32269320,"name":"Ride Slow (feat. Danny Brown & Delusional Thomas)","trackName":"Ride Slow (feat. 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He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\nYou're puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\nGo this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\nWhat's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\nRemember that? I'm biblical with this shit\nThe tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\nOh! (blow)\nThe cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\nYo, I ride slow...\n\nCheck!\nI ride slow, sparking like exhaust, smite a pyro\nA psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\nYou nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\nPulling up no headlights but there's red beams on you\nApostle, smoking on this dope my brain colossal\nHelps out the flow to do tricks like a brothel\nRoll the lace with angel dust from pages of the bible\nSurvival tactics, target practice if you lacking it get drastic\nCaskets If you niggas talking ass backwards\nUp shits creek with a tissue paddle\nOG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\nCall your number like you just won the raffle\nNigga you Snapple sweet, come after me, it's casualty\nTurn you into vegetables as if I dropped the celery\nThe reality is all you niggas fictitious, smack you\nWith the hand of satan cause you need good sanitation\nAny nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\nOne nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\nAnd I ain't saying shit, cause I'm coming from Detroit where\nI'm coming up short\nThen niggas ride slow, AK-ing up your porch\n(I ride slow!)\n\n(I-I-I ride)\n(I ride, I-I)\n(I ride)\n\nNiggas talking about all this lean shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n(I ride slow)\nSilly out here...\nNiggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\nI gave cuz his first cup of Lean\nWhat you niggas talking bout?\n(I ride slow)\nCuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n(I ride slow)\n(These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\nSoulo\n\nHail Mary melody\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I ride slow)\nDo you wanna ride or die?\n(I ride slow)\nWhat do we have here now? Run quick see\nCome with me\n(Inhale Mary) (Y)\nCome with me\n(Exhale Mary) (M)\nCome with me\n(Inhale Mary) (F)\nCome with me\n(Already)\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I ride slow)\n\nI heard they stopped making Actavis...\n(You know when I heard that?)\nWhile I was sipping Actavis!\nFast life, slow motion in my double cup\nThe screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\nI must be Captain Phillips\nThese niggas don't speak my language\nResidue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\nThat it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\nI walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\nDeadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\nMy rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\nEnlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high\nWhat I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\nAll these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\nRap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\nSo here's a question that I ask...\nWhat's a negative with no plus?\nA Benz with no bus?\nA curse with no gift?\nWho's God with no us?\n\nDelusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\nPut my dick in witches from the Crucible\nI'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\nPardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely\nDeath is cold homie, breathe easy\nLoaded gun in front of me\nShoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie\nYou do my murder-\n\nAy-ay-ay-ay\nFuck off! Maaaaaan\n(I ride slow)\n(Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\nHow dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?\nI snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\nSatan's blood in my flesh\nNobody is high as, and These Days the iPad\nWill tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash\nAnd then float away\n(I ride slow)\nSo good luck!\n\nBoop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-\nFuck yeah!\n\nYo Doeburger man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] Ain't no sitting down in here my nigga\n[00:02.74] Yeah evil laughs\n[00:06.39] Yeah keep-say-Oh I think niggas is laughing at me\n[00:08.14] That's right make that spooky shit\n[00:09.91] Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n[00:11.79] I ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me living colossal\n[00:17.15] Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[00:20.72] Know not what I do, Lord, do you have mercy on my soul?\n[00:23.42] Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n[00:27.14] Smoking my 'dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n[00:30.78] Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth (Oh, I know)\n[00:33.45] You made a few bucks now you feel buck, your chains gold\n[00:37.08] My shades all black, I can do this with a blindfold\n[00:40.64] This ain't rap, this is find a mine in your mind blow\n[00:44.24] Your brains back out of your wave cap\n[00:46.09] I don't know Tae Bo, but I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n[00:48.79] Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n[00:52.35] It gets cold on the road to the riches\n[00:55.94] (Yeah, I ride slow)\n[00:56.81] The cars and the clothes is expensive\n[00:59.53] (Yo, I ride slow)\n[01:01.36] These hoes with they nose in my business\n[01:02.25] (Yeah, I ride slow)\n[01:04.06] Nigga\n[01:04.90] (Yo, I ride slow)\n[01:06.76] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[01:11.20] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[01:13.09] Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n[01:15.86] Insane in the membrane!\n[01:19.48] I ride slow, live fast, small time to big cash\n[01:23.07] Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n[01:26.62] Had to learn though, the harder way\n[01:28.42] Pushing pennies but see a three's a 16 in my sport\n[01:32.07] Figure deal me I'm filthy, I know it's greedy out here\n[01:37.96] I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n[01:42.54] Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mother's back\n[01:46.16] On the surface I will certainly scratch\n[01:48.81] See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n[01:52.46] You're puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n[01:56.08] Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n[01:59.66] What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n[02:04.15] Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n[02:05.93] The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n[02:09.54] Oh! 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Run quick see\n[05:11.01] Come with me\n[05:13.72] (Inhale Mary) (Y)\n[05:15.50] Come with me\n[05:17.33] (Exhale Mary) (M)\n[05:18.26] Come with me\n[05:20.90] (Inhale Mary) (F)\n[05:21.82] Come with me\n[05:24.53] (Already)\n[05:25.55] La-la-la-la-la\n[05:26.33] (I ride slow)\n[05:27.36] I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n[05:29.10] (You know when I heard that?)\n[05:30.09] While I was sipping Actavis!\n[05:32.75] Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n[05:35.48] The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n[05:39.09] I must be Captain Phillips\n[05:40.85] These niggas don't speak my language\n[05:42.64] Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n[05:46.24] That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n[05:48.94] I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n[05:54.34] Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n[05:58.88] My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n[06:03.34] Enlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high\n[06:06.01] What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n[06:09.67] All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n[06:13.22] Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n[06:17.82] So here's a question that I ask...\n[06:19.64] What's a negative with no plus?\n[06:21.46] A Benz with no bus?\n[06:23.27] A curse with no gift?\n[06:25.09] Who's God with no us?\n[06:27.78] Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n[06:30.42] Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n[06:33.12] I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n[06:37.68] Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely\n[06:41.28] Death is cold homie, breathe easy\n[06:43.90] Loaded gun in front of me\n[06:44.80] Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie\n[06:48.46] You do my murder-\n[06:49.33] Ay-ay-ay-ay\n[06:51.16] Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n[06:53.82] (I ride slow)\n[06:55.65] (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n[06:58.35] How dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?\n[07:01.08] I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n[07:04.67] Satan's blood in my flesh\n[07:06.56] Nobody is high as, and These Days the iPad\n[07:06.87] Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash\n[07:07.76] And then float away\n[07:08.62] (I ride slow)\n[07:09.51] So good luck!\n[07:10.45] Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-\n[07:11.34] Fuck yeah!\n[07:12.28] Yo Doeburger man\n[07:13.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Slow (feat. 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Run quick see\n  start_ms: 305700\n  end_ms: 311010\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 311010\n  end_ms: 313720\n- text: (Inhale Mary) (Y)\n  start_ms: 313720\n  end_ms: 315500\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 315500\n  end_ms: 317330\n- text: (Exhale Mary) (M)\n  start_ms: 317330\n  end_ms: 318260\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 318260\n  end_ms: 320900\n- text: (Inhale Mary) (F)\n  start_ms: 320900\n  end_ms: 321820\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 321820\n  end_ms: 324530\n- text: (Already)\n  start_ms: 324530\n  end_ms: 325550\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 325550\n  end_ms: 326330\n- text: (I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 326330\n  end_ms: 327360\n- text: I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  start_ms: 327360\n  end_ms: 329100\n- text: (You know when I heard that?)\n  start_ms: 329100\n  end_ms: 330090\n- text: While I was sipping Actavis!\n  start_ms: 330090\n  end_ms: 332750\n- text: Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  start_ms: 332750\n  end_ms: 335480\n- text: The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  start_ms: 335480\n  end_ms: 339090\n- text: I must be Captain Phillips\n  start_ms: 339090\n  end_ms: 340850\n- text: These niggas don't speak my language\n  start_ms: 340850\n  end_ms: 342640\n- text: Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  start_ms: 342640\n  end_ms: 346240\n- text: That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  start_ms: 346240\n  end_ms: 348940\n- text: I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  start_ms: 348940\n  end_ms: 354340\n- text: Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  start_ms: 354340\n  end_ms: 358880\n- text: My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  start_ms: 358880\n  end_ms: 363340\n- text: Enlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high\n  start_ms: 363340\n  end_ms: 366010\n- text: What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  start_ms: 366010\n  end_ms: 369670\n- text: All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  start_ms: 369670\n  end_ms: 373220\n- text: Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  start_ms: 373220\n  end_ms: 377820\n- text: So here's a question that I ask...\n  start_ms: 377820\n  end_ms: 379640\n- text: What's a negative with no plus?\n  start_ms: 379640\n  end_ms: 381460\n- text: A Benz with no bus?\n  start_ms: 381460\n  end_ms: 383270\n- text: A curse with no gift?\n  start_ms: 383270\n  end_ms: 385090\n- text: Who's God with no us?\n  start_ms: 385090\n  end_ms: 387780\n- text: Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  start_ms: 387780\n  end_ms: 390420\n- text: Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  start_ms: 390420\n  end_ms: 393120\n- text: I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  start_ms: 393120\n  end_ms: 397680\n- text: Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely\n  start_ms: 397680\n  end_ms: 401280\n- text: Death is cold homie, breathe easy\n  start_ms: 401280\n  end_ms: 403900\n- text: Loaded gun in front of me\n  start_ms: 403900\n  end_ms: 404800\n- text: Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie\n  start_ms: 404800\n  end_ms: 408460\n- text: You do my murder-\n  start_ms: 408460\n  end_ms: 409330\n- text: Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 409330\n  end_ms: 411160\n- text: Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  start_ms: 411160\n  end_ms: 413820\n- text: (I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 413820\n  end_ms: 415650\n- text: (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n  start_ms: 415650\n  end_ms: 418350\n- text: How dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?\n  start_ms: 418350\n  end_ms: 421080\n- text: I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  start_ms: 421080\n  end_ms: 424670\n- text: Satan's blood in my flesh\n  start_ms: 424670\n  end_ms: 426560\n- text: Nobody is high as, and These Days the iPad\n  start_ms: 426560\n  end_ms: 426870\n- text: Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash\n  start_ms: 426870\n  end_ms: 427760\n- text: And then float away\n  start_ms: 427760\n  end_ms: 428620\n- text: (I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 428620\n  end_ms: 429510\n- text: So good luck!\n  start_ms: 429510\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 431340\n- text: Fuck yeah!\n  start_ms: 431340\n  end_ms: 432280\n- text: Yo Doeburger man\n  start_ms: 432280\n  end_ms: 433150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 433150\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no sitting down in here my nigga\n  Yeah evil laughs\n  Yeah keep-say-Oh I think niggas is laughing at me\n  That's right make that spooky shit\n  Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n\n  I ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me living colossal\n  Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Know not what I do, Lord, do you have mercy on my soul?\n  Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  Smoking my 'dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth (Oh, I know)\n  You made a few bucks now you feel buck, your chains gold\n  My shades all black, I can do this with a blindfold\n  This ain't rap, this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  Your brains back out of your wave cap\n  I don't know Tae Bo, but I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I ride slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I ride slow)\n  These hoes with they nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I ride slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I ride slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  I ride slow, live fast, small time to big cash\n  Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  Had to learn though, the harder way\n  Pushing pennies but see a three's a 16 in my sport\n  Figure deal me I'm filthy, I know it's greedy out here\n  I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mother's back\n  On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  You're puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  Oh! (blow)\n  The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  Yo, I ride slow...\n\n  Check!\n  I ride slow, sparking like exhaust, smite a pyro\n  A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  Pulling up no headlights but there's red beams on you\n  Apostle, smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  Helps out the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  Roll the lace with angel dust from pages of the bible\n  Survival tactics, target practice if you lacking it get drastic\n  Caskets If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  Up shits creek with a tissue paddle\n  OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  Nigga you Snapple sweet, come after me, it's casualty\n  Turn you into vegetables as if I dropped the celery\n  The reality is all you niggas fictitious, smack you\n  With the hand of satan cause you need good sanitation\n  Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  And I ain't saying shit, cause I'm coming from Detroit where\n  I'm coming up short\n  Then niggas ride slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  (I ride slow!)\n\n  (I-I-I ride)\n  (I ride, I-I)\n  (I ride)\n\n  Niggas talking about all this lean shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  (I ride slow)\n  Silly out here...\n  Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  What you niggas talking bout?\n  (I ride slow)\n  Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  (I ride slow)\n  (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  Soulo\n\n  Hail Mary melody\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I ride slow)\n  Do you wanna ride or die?\n  (I ride slow)\n  What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  Come with me\n  (Inhale Mary) (Y)\n  Come with me\n  (Exhale Mary) (M)\n  Come with me\n  (Inhale Mary) (F)\n  Come with me\n  (Already)\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I ride slow)\n\n  I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  (You know when I heard that?)\n  While I was sipping Actavis!\n  Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  I must be Captain Phillips\n  These niggas don't speak my language\n  Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  Enlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high\n  What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  So here's a question that I ask...\n  What's a negative with no plus?\n  A Benz with no bus?\n  A curse with no gift?\n  Who's God with no us?\n\n  Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely\n  Death is cold homie, breathe easy\n  Loaded gun in front of me\n  Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie\n  You do my murder-\n\n  Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  Fuck off! 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He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\nYou're puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\nGo this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\nWhat's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\nRemember that? I'm biblical with this shit\nThe tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\nOh! 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Run quick see\nCome with me\n(Inhale Mary) (Y)\nCome with me\n(Exhale Mary) (M)\nCome with me\n(Inhale Mary) (F)\nCome with me\n(Already)\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I ride slow)\n\nI heard they stopped making Actavis...\n(You know when I heard that?)\nWhile I was sipping Actavis!\nFast life, slow motion in my double cup\nThe screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\nI must be Captain Phillips\nThese niggas don't speak my language\nResidue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\nThat it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\nI walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\nDeadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\nMy rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\nEnlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high\nWhat I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\nAll these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\nRap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\nSo here's a question that I ask...\nWhat's a negative with no plus?\nA Benz with no bus?\nA curse with no gift?\nWho's God with no us?\n\nDelusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\nPut my dick in witches from the Crucible\nI'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\nPardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely\nDeath is cold homie, breathe easy\nLoaded gun in front of me\nShoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie\nYou do my murder-\n\nAy-ay-ay-ay\nFuck off! 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Run quick see\n  start_ms: 305700\n  end_ms: 311010\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 311010\n  end_ms: 313720\n- text: (Inhale Mary) (Y)\n  start_ms: 313720\n  end_ms: 315500\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 315500\n  end_ms: 317330\n- text: (Exhale Mary) (M)\n  start_ms: 317330\n  end_ms: 318260\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 318260\n  end_ms: 320900\n- text: (Inhale Mary) (F)\n  start_ms: 320900\n  end_ms: 321820\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 321820\n  end_ms: 324530\n- text: (Already)\n  start_ms: 324530\n  end_ms: 325550\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 325550\n  end_ms: 326330\n- text: (I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 326330\n  end_ms: 327360\n- text: I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  start_ms: 327360\n  end_ms: 329100\n- text: (You know when I heard that?)\n  start_ms: 329100\n  end_ms: 330090\n- text: While I was sipping Actavis!\n  start_ms: 330090\n  end_ms: 332750\n- text: Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  start_ms: 332750\n  end_ms: 335480\n- text: The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  start_ms: 335480\n  end_ms: 339090\n- text: I must be Captain Phillips\n  start_ms: 339090\n  end_ms: 340850\n- text: These niggas don't speak my language\n  start_ms: 340850\n  end_ms: 342640\n- text: Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  start_ms: 342640\n  end_ms: 346240\n- text: That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  start_ms: 346240\n  end_ms: 348940\n- text: I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  start_ms: 348940\n  end_ms: 354340\n- text: Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  start_ms: 354340\n  end_ms: 358880\n- text: My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  start_ms: 358880\n  end_ms: 363340\n- text: Enlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high\n  start_ms: 363340\n  end_ms: 366010\n- text: What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  start_ms: 366010\n  end_ms: 369670\n- text: All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  start_ms: 369670\n  end_ms: 373220\n- text: Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  start_ms: 373220\n  end_ms: 377820\n- text: So here's a question that I ask...\n  start_ms: 377820\n  end_ms: 379640\n- text: What's a negative with no plus?\n  start_ms: 379640\n  end_ms: 381460\n- text: A Benz with no bus?\n  start_ms: 381460\n  end_ms: 383270\n- text: A curse with no gift?\n  start_ms: 383270\n  end_ms: 385090\n- text: Who's God with no us?\n  start_ms: 385090\n  end_ms: 387780\n- text: Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  start_ms: 387780\n  end_ms: 390420\n- text: Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  start_ms: 390420\n  end_ms: 393120\n- text: I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  start_ms: 393120\n  end_ms: 397680\n- text: Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely\n  start_ms: 397680\n  end_ms: 401280\n- text: Death is cold homie, breathe easy\n  start_ms: 401280\n  end_ms: 403900\n- text: Loaded gun in front of me\n  start_ms: 403900\n  end_ms: 404800\n- text: Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie\n  start_ms: 404800\n  end_ms: 408460\n- text: You do my murder-\n  start_ms: 408460\n  end_ms: 409330\n- text: Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 409330\n  end_ms: 411160\n- text: Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  start_ms: 411160\n  end_ms: 413820\n- text: (I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 413820\n  end_ms: 415650\n- text: (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n  start_ms: 415650\n  end_ms: 418350\n- text: How dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?\n  start_ms: 418350\n  end_ms: 421080\n- text: I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  start_ms: 421080\n  end_ms: 424670\n- text: Satan's blood in my flesh\n  start_ms: 424670\n  end_ms: 426560\n- text: Nobody is high as, and These Days the iPad\n  start_ms: 426560\n  end_ms: 426870\n- text: Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash\n  start_ms: 426870\n  end_ms: 427760\n- text: And then float away\n  start_ms: 427760\n  end_ms: 428620\n- text: (I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 428620\n  end_ms: 429510\n- text: So good luck!\n  start_ms: 429510\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 431340\n- text: Fuck yeah!\n  start_ms: 431340\n  end_ms: 432280\n- text: Yo Doeburger man\n  start_ms: 432280\n  end_ms: 433150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 433150\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no sitting down in here my nigga\n  Yeah evil laughs\n  Yeah keep-say-Oh I think niggas is laughing at me\n  That's right make that spooky shit\n  Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n\n  I ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me living colossal\n  Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Know not what I do, Lord, do you have mercy on my soul?\n  Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  Smoking my 'dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth (Oh, I know)\n  You made a few bucks now you feel buck, your chains gold\n  My shades all black, I can do this with a blindfold\n  This ain't rap, this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  Your brains back out of your wave cap\n  I don't know Tae Bo, but I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I ride slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I ride slow)\n  These hoes with they nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I ride slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I ride slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  I ride slow, live fast, small time to big cash\n  Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  Had to learn though, the harder way\n  Pushing pennies but see a three's a 16 in my sport\n  Figure deal me I'm filthy, I know it's greedy out here\n  I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mother's back\n  On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  You're puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  Oh! (blow)\n  The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  Yo, I ride slow...\n\n  Check!\n  I ride slow, sparking like exhaust, smite a pyro\n  A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  Pulling up no headlights but there's red beams on you\n  Apostle, smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  Helps out the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  Roll the lace with angel dust from pages of the bible\n  Survival tactics, target practice if you lacking it get drastic\n  Caskets If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  Up shits creek with a tissue paddle\n  OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  Nigga you Snapple sweet, come after me, it's casualty\n  Turn you into vegetables as if I dropped the celery\n  The reality is all you niggas fictitious, smack you\n  With the hand of satan cause you need good sanitation\n  Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  And I ain't saying shit, cause I'm coming from Detroit where\n  I'm coming up short\n  Then niggas ride slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  (I ride slow!)\n\n  (I-I-I ride)\n  (I ride, I-I)\n  (I ride)\n\n  Niggas talking about all this lean shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  (I ride slow)\n  Silly out here...\n  Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  What you niggas talking bout?\n  (I ride slow)\n  Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  (I ride slow)\n  (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  Soulo\n\n  Hail Mary melody\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I ride slow)\n  Do you wanna ride or die?\n  (I ride slow)\n  What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  Come with me\n  (Inhale Mary) (Y)\n  Come with me\n  (Exhale Mary) (M)\n  Come with me\n  (Inhale Mary) (F)\n  Come with me\n  (Already)\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I ride slow)\n\n  I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  (You know when I heard that?)\n  While I was sipping Actavis!\n  Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  I must be Captain Phillips\n  These niggas don't speak my language\n  Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  Enlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high\n  What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  So here's a question that I ask...\n  What's a negative with no plus?\n  A Benz with no bus?\n  A curse with no gift?\n  Who's God with no us?\n\n  Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely\n  Death is cold homie, breathe easy\n  Loaded gun in front of me\n  Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie\n  You do my murder-\n\n  Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  (I ride slow)\n  (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\n  How dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?\n  I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  Satan's blood in my flesh\n  Nobody is high as, and These Days the iPad\n  Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash\n  And then float away\n  (I ride slow)\n  So good luck!\n\n  Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-\n  Fuck yeah!\n\n  Yo Doeburger man\n"},{"id":33939462,"name":"Ride Slow Feat. Danny Brown & Delusionla Thomas","trackName":"Ride Slow Feat. Danny Brown & Delusionla Thomas","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days","duration":441.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't no sitting down in here my nigga\nYeah evil laughs\nYeah keep-say-Oh I think niggas is laughing at me\nThat's right make that spooky shit\nYo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n\nI ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me living colossal\nAhead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nKnow not what I do, Lord, do you have mercy on my soul?\nFar as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\nSmoking my 'dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\nRose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth (Oh, I know)\nYou made a few bucks now you feel buck, your chains gold\nMy shades all black, I can do this with a blindfold\nThis ain't rap, this is find a mine in your mind blow\nYour brains back out of your wave cap\nI don't know Tae Bo, but I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\nLife's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I ride slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I ride slow)\nThese hoes with they nose in my business\n(Yeah, I ride slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I ride slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nI ride slow, live fast, small time to big cash\nCut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\nHad to learn though, the harder way\nPushing pennies but see a three's a 16 in my sport\nFigure deal me I'm filthy, I know it's greedy out here\nI told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\nRelax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mother's back\nOn the surface I will certainly scratch\nSee Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\nYou're puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\nGo this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\nWhat's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\nRemember that? I'm biblical with this shit\nThe tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\nOh! (blow)\nThe cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\nYo, I ride slow...\n\nCheck!\nI ride slow, sparking like exhaust, smite a pyro\nA psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\nYou nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\nPulling up no headlights but there's red beams on you\nApostle, smoking on this dope my brain colossal\nHelps out the flow to do tricks like a brothel\nRoll the lace with angel dust from pages of the bible\nSurvival tactics, target practice if you lacking it get drastic\nCaskets If you niggas talking ass backwards\nUp shits creek with a tissue paddle\nOG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\nCall your number like you just won the raffle\nNigga you Snapple sweet, come after me, it's casualty\nTurn you into vegetables as if I dropped the celery\nThe reality is all you niggas fictitious, smack you\nWith the hand of satan cause you need good sanitation\nAny nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\nOne nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\nAnd I ain't saying shit, cause I'm coming from Detroit where\nI'm coming up short\nThen niggas ride slow, AK-ing up your porch\n(I ride slow!)\n\n(I-I-I ride)\n(I ride, I-I)\n(I ride)\n\nNiggas talking about all this lean shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n(I ride slow)\nSilly out here...\nNiggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\nI gave cuz his first cup of Lean\nWhat you niggas talking bout?\n(I ride slow)\nCuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n(I ride slow)\n(These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\nSoulo\n\nHail Mary melody\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I ride slow)\nDo you wanna ride or die?\n(I ride slow)\nWhat do we have here now? Run quick see\nCome with me\n(Inhale Mary) (Y)\nCome with me\n(Exhale Mary) (M)\nCome with me\n(Inhale Mary) (F)\nCome with me\n(Already)\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I ride slow)\n\nI heard they stopped making Actavis...\n(You know when I heard that?)\nWhile I was sipping Actavis!\nFast life, slow motion in my double cup\nThe screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\nI must be Captain Phillips\nThese niggas don't speak my language\nResidue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\nThat it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\nI walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\nDeadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\nMy rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\nEnlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high\nWhat I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\nAll these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\nRap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\nSo here's a question that I ask...\nWhat's a negative with no plus?\nA Benz with no bus?\nA curse with no gift?\nWho's God with no us?\n\nDelusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\nPut my dick in witches from the Crucible\nI'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\nPardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely\nDeath is cold homie, breathe easy\nLoaded gun in front of me\nShoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie\nYou do my murder-\n\nAy-ay-ay-ay\nFuck off! Maaaaaan\n(I ride slow)\n(Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\nHow dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?\nI snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\nSatan's blood in my flesh\nNobody is high as, and These Days the iPad\nWill tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash\nAnd then float away\n(I ride slow)\nSo good luck!\n\nBoop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-\nFuck yeah!\n\nYo Doeburger man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] Ain't no sitting down in here my nigga\n[00:02.74] Yeah evil laughs\n[00:06.39] Yeah keep-say-Oh I think niggas is laughing at me\n[00:08.14] That's right make that spooky shit\n[00:09.91] Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n[00:11.79] I ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me living colossal\n[00:17.15] Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[00:20.72] Know not what I do, Lord, do you have mercy on my soul?\n[00:23.42] Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n[00:27.14] Smoking my 'dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n[00:30.78] Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth (Oh, I know)\n[00:33.45] You made a few bucks now you feel buck, your chains gold\n[00:37.08] My shades all black, I can do this with a blindfold\n[00:40.64] This ain't rap, this is find a mine in your mind blow\n[00:44.24] Your brains back out of your wave cap\n[00:46.09] I don't know Tae Bo, but I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n[00:48.79] Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n[00:52.35] It gets cold on the road to the riches\n[00:55.94] (Yeah, I ride slow)\n[00:56.81] The cars and the clothes is expensive\n[00:59.53] (Yo, I ride slow)\n[01:01.36] These hoes with they nose in my business\n[01:02.25] (Yeah, I ride slow)\n[01:04.06] Nigga\n[01:04.90] (Yo, I ride slow)\n[01:06.76] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[01:11.20] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[01:13.09] Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n[01:15.86] Insane in the membrane!\n[01:19.48] I ride slow, live fast, small time to big cash\n[01:23.07] Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n[01:26.62] Had to learn though, the harder way\n[01:28.42] Pushing pennies but see a three's a 16 in my sport\n[01:32.07] Figure deal me I'm filthy, I know it's greedy out here\n[01:37.96] I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n[01:42.54] Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mother's back\n[01:46.16] On the surface I will certainly scratch\n[01:48.81] See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n[01:52.46] You're puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n[01:56.08] Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n[01:59.66] What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n[02:04.15] Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n[02:05.93] The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n[02:09.54] Oh! (blow)\n[02:11.30] The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n[02:15.88] Yo, I ride slow...\n[02:42.34] Check!\n[02:43.29] I ride slow, sparking like exhaust, smite a pyro\n[02:45.93] A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n[02:49.58] You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n[02:53.11] Pulling up no headlights but there's red beams on you\n[02:55.86] Apostle, smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n[02:59.55] Helps out the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n[03:03.16] Roll the lace with angel dust from pages of the bible\n[03:05.82] Survival tactics, target practice if you lacking it get drastic\n[03:09.45] Caskets If you niggas talking ass backwards\n[03:13.03] Up shits creek with a tissue paddle\n[03:16.62] OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n[03:19.34] Call your number like you just won the raffle\n[03:22.90] Nigga you Snapple sweet, come after me, it's casualty\n[03:25.60] Turn you into vegetables as if I dropped the celery\n[03:29.21] The reality is all you niggas fictitious, smack you\n[03:32.82] With the hand of satan cause you need good sanitation\n[03:36.43] Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n[03:39.19] One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n[03:44.08] And I ain't saying shit, cause I'm coming from Detroit where\n[03:47.67] I'm coming up short\n[03:49.45] Then niggas ride slow, AK-ing up your porch\n[03:53.00] (I ride slow!)\n[04:06.33] (I-I-I ride)\n[04:09.94] (I ride, I-I)\n[04:13.56] (I ride)\n[04:16.19] Niggas talking about all this lean shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n[04:22.48] (I ride slow)\n[04:25.10] Silly out here...\n[04:26.09] Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n[04:34.26] I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n[04:36.85] What you niggas talking bout?\n[04:37.89] (I ride slow)\n[04:38.80] Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n[04:44.03] (I ride slow)\n[04:45.80] (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[04:49.46] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n[04:53.99] Soulo\n[04:56.67] Hail Mary melody\n[04:58.49] La-la-la-la-la\n[05:02.04] (I ride slow)\n[05:02.90] Do you wanna ride or die?\n[05:04.71] (I ride slow)\n[05:05.70] What do we have here now? Run quick see\n[05:11.01] Come with me\n[05:13.72] (Inhale Mary) (Y)\n[05:15.50] Come with me\n[05:17.33] (Exhale Mary) (M)\n[05:18.26] Come with me\n[05:20.90] (Inhale Mary) (F)\n[05:21.82] Come with me\n[05:24.53] (Already)\n[05:25.55] La-la-la-la-la\n[05:26.33] (I ride slow)\n[05:27.36] I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n[05:29.10] (You know when I heard that?)\n[05:30.09] While I was sipping Actavis!\n[05:32.75] Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n[05:35.48] The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n[05:39.09] I must be Captain Phillips\n[05:40.85] These niggas don't speak my language\n[05:42.64] Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n[05:46.24] That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n[05:48.94] I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n[05:54.34] Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n[05:58.88] My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n[06:03.34] Enlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high\n[06:06.01] What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n[06:09.67] All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n[06:13.22] Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n[06:17.82] So here's a question that I ask...\n[06:19.64] What's a negative with no plus?\n[06:21.46] A Benz with no bus?\n[06:23.27] A curse with no gift?\n[06:25.09] Who's God with no us?\n[06:27.78] Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n[06:30.42] Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n[06:33.12] I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n[06:37.68] Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely\n[06:41.28] Death is cold homie, breathe easy\n[06:43.90] Loaded gun in front of me\n[06:44.80] Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie\n[06:48.46] You do my murder-\n[06:49.33] Ay-ay-ay-ay\n[06:51.16] Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n[06:53.82] (I ride slow)\n[06:55.65] (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n[06:58.35] How dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?\n[07:01.08] I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n[07:04.67] Satan's blood in my flesh\n[07:06.56] Nobody is high as, and These Days the iPad\n[07:06.87] Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash\n[07:07.76] And then float away\n[07:08.62] (I ride slow)\n[07:09.51] So good luck!\n[07:10.45] Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-\n[07:11.34] Fuck yeah!\n[07:12.28] Yo Doeburger man\n[07:13.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Slow Feat. 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Run quick see\n  start_ms: 305700\n  end_ms: 311010\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 311010\n  end_ms: 313720\n- text: (Inhale Mary) (Y)\n  start_ms: 313720\n  end_ms: 315500\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 315500\n  end_ms: 317330\n- text: (Exhale Mary) (M)\n  start_ms: 317330\n  end_ms: 318260\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 318260\n  end_ms: 320900\n- text: (Inhale Mary) (F)\n  start_ms: 320900\n  end_ms: 321820\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 321820\n  end_ms: 324530\n- text: (Already)\n  start_ms: 324530\n  end_ms: 325550\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 325550\n  end_ms: 326330\n- text: (I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 326330\n  end_ms: 327360\n- text: I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  start_ms: 327360\n  end_ms: 329100\n- text: (You know when I heard that?)\n  start_ms: 329100\n  end_ms: 330090\n- text: While I was sipping Actavis!\n  start_ms: 330090\n  end_ms: 332750\n- text: Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  start_ms: 332750\n  end_ms: 335480\n- text: The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  start_ms: 335480\n  end_ms: 339090\n- text: I must be Captain Phillips\n  start_ms: 339090\n  end_ms: 340850\n- text: These niggas don't speak my language\n  start_ms: 340850\n  end_ms: 342640\n- text: Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  start_ms: 342640\n  end_ms: 346240\n- text: That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  start_ms: 346240\n  end_ms: 348940\n- text: I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  start_ms: 348940\n  end_ms: 354340\n- text: Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  start_ms: 354340\n  end_ms: 358880\n- text: My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  start_ms: 358880\n  end_ms: 363340\n- text: Enlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high\n  start_ms: 363340\n  end_ms: 366010\n- text: What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  start_ms: 366010\n  end_ms: 369670\n- text: All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  start_ms: 369670\n  end_ms: 373220\n- text: Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  start_ms: 373220\n  end_ms: 377820\n- text: So here's a question that I ask...\n  start_ms: 377820\n  end_ms: 379640\n- text: What's a negative with no plus?\n  start_ms: 379640\n  end_ms: 381460\n- text: A Benz with no bus?\n  start_ms: 381460\n  end_ms: 383270\n- text: A curse with no gift?\n  start_ms: 383270\n  end_ms: 385090\n- text: Who's God with no us?\n  start_ms: 385090\n  end_ms: 387780\n- text: Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  start_ms: 387780\n  end_ms: 390420\n- text: Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  start_ms: 390420\n  end_ms: 393120\n- text: I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  start_ms: 393120\n  end_ms: 397680\n- text: Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely\n  start_ms: 397680\n  end_ms: 401280\n- text: Death is cold homie, breathe easy\n  start_ms: 401280\n  end_ms: 403900\n- text: Loaded gun in front of me\n  start_ms: 403900\n  end_ms: 404800\n- text: Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie\n  start_ms: 404800\n  end_ms: 408460\n- text: You do my murder-\n  start_ms: 408460\n  end_ms: 409330\n- text: Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 409330\n  end_ms: 411160\n- text: Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  start_ms: 411160\n  end_ms: 413820\n- text: (I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 413820\n  end_ms: 415650\n- text: (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n  start_ms: 415650\n  end_ms: 418350\n- text: How dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?\n  start_ms: 418350\n  end_ms: 421080\n- text: I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  start_ms: 421080\n  end_ms: 424670\n- text: Satan's blood in my flesh\n  start_ms: 424670\n  end_ms: 426560\n- text: Nobody is high as, and These Days the iPad\n  start_ms: 426560\n  end_ms: 426870\n- text: Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash\n  start_ms: 426870\n  end_ms: 427760\n- text: And then float away\n  start_ms: 427760\n  end_ms: 428620\n- text: (I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 428620\n  end_ms: 429510\n- text: So good luck!\n  start_ms: 429510\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 431340\n- text: Fuck yeah!\n  start_ms: 431340\n  end_ms: 432280\n- text: Yo Doeburger man\n  start_ms: 432280\n  end_ms: 433150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 433150\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no sitting down in here my nigga\n  Yeah evil laughs\n  Yeah keep-say-Oh I think niggas is laughing at me\n  That's right make that spooky shit\n  Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n\n  I ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me living colossal\n  Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Know not what I do, Lord, do you have mercy on my soul?\n  Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  Smoking my 'dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth (Oh, I know)\n  You made a few bucks now you feel buck, your chains gold\n  My shades all black, I can do this with a blindfold\n  This ain't rap, this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  Your brains back out of your wave cap\n  I don't know Tae Bo, but I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I ride slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I ride slow)\n  These hoes with they nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I ride slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I ride slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  I ride slow, live fast, small time to big cash\n  Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  Had to learn though, the harder way\n  Pushing pennies but see a three's a 16 in my sport\n  Figure deal me I'm filthy, I know it's greedy out here\n  I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mother's back\n  On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  You're puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  Oh! (blow)\n  The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  Yo, I ride slow...\n\n  Check!\n  I ride slow, sparking like exhaust, smite a pyro\n  A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  Pulling up no headlights but there's red beams on you\n  Apostle, smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  Helps out the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  Roll the lace with angel dust from pages of the bible\n  Survival tactics, target practice if you lacking it get drastic\n  Caskets If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  Up shits creek with a tissue paddle\n  OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  Nigga you Snapple sweet, come after me, it's casualty\n  Turn you into vegetables as if I dropped the celery\n  The reality is all you niggas fictitious, smack you\n  With the hand of satan cause you need good sanitation\n  Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  And I ain't saying shit, cause I'm coming from Detroit where\n  I'm coming up short\n  Then niggas ride slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  (I ride slow!)\n\n  (I-I-I ride)\n  (I ride, I-I)\n  (I ride)\n\n  Niggas talking about all this lean shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  (I ride slow)\n  Silly out here...\n  Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  What you niggas talking bout?\n  (I ride slow)\n  Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  (I ride slow)\n  (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  Soulo\n\n  Hail Mary melody\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I ride slow)\n  Do you wanna ride or die?\n  (I ride slow)\n  What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  Come with me\n  (Inhale Mary) (Y)\n  Come with me\n  (Exhale Mary) (M)\n  Come with me\n  (Inhale Mary) (F)\n  Come with me\n  (Already)\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I ride slow)\n\n  I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  (You know when I heard that?)\n  While I was sipping Actavis!\n  Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  I must be Captain Phillips\n  These niggas don't speak my language\n  Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  Enlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high\n  What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  So here's a question that I ask...\n  What's a negative with no plus?\n  A Benz with no bus?\n  A curse with no gift?\n  Who's God with no us?\n\n  Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely\n  Death is cold homie, breathe easy\n  Loaded gun in front of me\n  Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie\n  You do my murder-\n\n  Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  (I ride slow)\n  (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\n  How dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?\n  I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  Satan's blood in my flesh\n  Nobody is high as, and These Days the iPad\n  Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash\n  And then float away\n  (I ride slow)\n  So good luck!\n\n  Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-\n  Fuck yeah!\n\n  Yo Doeburger man\n"},{"id":12622202,"name":"Ride Slow","trackName":"Ride Slow","artistName":"Ab-Soul;Danny Brown;Delusional Thomas","albumName":"These Days...","duration":442.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\nYeah *evil laughs*\nYeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\nThat's right make that spooky shit\nYo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\nI Ride Slow\n\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nNo not what I do\nLord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\nSmoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\nRose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n(Oh I know)\nYou made a few bucks now you feel buck\nYour chains gold, my shades all black\nI can do this with a blindfold\nThis ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\nYour brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\nBut I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\nLife's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nI Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\nCut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\nHad to learn though, the harder way\nPushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\nFigga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\nI told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\nRelax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\nOn the surface I will certainly scratch\nSee Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\nYour puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\nGo this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\nWhat's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\nRemember that? I'm biblical with this shit\nThe tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\nOh! (blow)\nThe cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\nYo, I Ride Slow...\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nCheck!\nI Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\nA psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\nYou nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\nPulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n(?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n(?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\nRoll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\nSurvival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n(?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\nUp shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\nCall your number like you just won the raffle\nNigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\nTurn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\nThe reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\nWith the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\nAny nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\nOne nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\nAnd I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n(I Ride Slow!)\n\n(I-I-I Ride)\n(I-I-I Ride)\n\nNiggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n(I Ride Slow)\nNiggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\nI gave cuz his first cup of Lean\nWhat you niggas talking bout?\nCuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n(I Ride Slow)\n(These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\nSoulo\n\n*Hail Mary melody*\nLa-la-la-la-la\nDo you wanna ride or die?\n(I Ride Slow)\nWhat do we have here now? Run quick see\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I Ride Slow)\n\nI heard they stopped making Actavis...\n(You know when I heard that?)\nWhile I was sipping Actavis!\nFast life, slow motion in my double cup\nThe screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\nI must be Captain Phillips\nThese niggas don't speak my language\nResidue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\nThat it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\nI walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\nDeadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\nMy rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\nEnlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\nWhat I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\nAll these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\nRap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\nSo here's a question that I ask...\nWhat's a negative with no plus?\nA Benz with no bus?\nA curse with no gift?\nWho's God with no us?\n\nDelusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\nPut my dick in witches from the Crucible\nI'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\nPardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\nDeath just called homie, breathe easy\nLoaded gun in front of me\nShoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\nAy-ay-ay-ay\nFuck off! Maaaaaan\n(I Ride Slow)\n(Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\nMan don't talk about the potency of my pack\nI snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\nSatan's blood in my swag\nNobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\nWill tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\nAnd then float away\n(I Ride Slow)\nGood luck!\n\nYo Doeburger man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.42] Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n[00:02.88] Yeah *evil laughs*\n[00:04.43] Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n[00:07.68] That's right make that spooky shit\n[00:10.05] Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n[00:12.83] I Ride Slow\n[00:13.97] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[00:18.27] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[00:20.85] No not what I do\n[00:21.96] Lord do you have mercy on my soul? 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Small time and big cash\n[01:23.15] Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n[01:26.52] Had to learn though, the harder way\n[01:28.72] Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n[01:32.28] Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n[01:35.39] I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n[01:39.00] Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n[01:42.93] On the surface I will certainly scratch\n[01:45.26] See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n[01:49.06] Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n[01:52.69] Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n[01:55.92] What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n[02:00.48] Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n[02:02.58] The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n[02:05.86] Oh! (blow)\n[02:07.43] The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n[02:12.83] Yo, I Ride Slow...\n[02:13.84] It gets cold on the road to the riches\n[02:16.17] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[02:17.25] The cars and the clothes is expensive\n[02:19.59] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[02:20.78] These hoes with the nose in my business\n[02:22.83] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[02:24.06] Nigga\n[02:25.90] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[02:27.27] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[02:31.78] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[02:33.81] Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n[02:37.37] Insane in the membrane!\n[02:39.00] Check!\n[02:39.75] I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n[02:42.14] A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n[02:46.35] You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n[02:49.57] Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n[02:52.87] (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n[02:56.24] (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n[02:59.57] Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n[03:02.87] Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n[03:06.58] (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n[03:09.73] Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n[03:16.33] Call your number like you just won the raffle\n[03:19.88] Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n[03:22.86] Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n[03:26.42] The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n[03:30.37] With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n[03:33.02] Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n[03:36.26] One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n[03:41.30] And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n[03:49.47] (I Ride Slow!)\n[03:51.63] (I-I-I Ride)\n[04:06.26] (I-I-I Ride)\n[04:12.76] Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n[04:18.81] (I Ride Slow)\n[04:21.39] Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n[04:30.23] I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n[04:33.72] What you niggas talking bout?\n[04:34.57] Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n[04:41.02] (I Ride Slow)\n[04:41.83] (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[04:46.44] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n[04:49.23] Soulo\n[04:55.19] *Hail Mary melody*\n[04:57.19] La-la-la-la-la\n[04:59.19] Do you wanna ride or die?\n[05:01.46] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:02.66] What do we have here now? Run quick see\n[05:07.03] Come with me, come with me\n[05:14.24] (Hail Mary)\n[05:15.24] Come with me, come with me\n[05:20.22] (Hail Mary)\n[05:21.17] La-la-la-la-la\n[05:21.88] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:23.30] I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n[05:25.74] (You know when I heard that?)\n[05:27.00] While I was sipping Actavis!\n[05:29.47] Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n[05:32.56] The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n[05:36.37] I must be Captain Phillips\n[05:37.87] These niggas don't speak my language\n[05:39.53] Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n[05:42.40] That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n[05:45.93] I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n[05:50.60] Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n[05:55.82] My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n[05:59.83] Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n[06:03.24] What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n[06:06.64] All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n[06:10.01] Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n[06:14.06] So here's a question that I ask...\n[06:16.28] What's a negative with no plus?\n[06:18.36] A Benz with no bus?\n[06:20.19] A curse with no gift?\n[06:21.97] Who's God with no us?\n[06:23.75] Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n[06:27.38] Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n[06:29.54] I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n[06:34.12] Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n[06:37.92] Death just called homie, breathe easy\n[06:40.58] Loaded gun in front of me\n[06:41.87] Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n[06:45.24] Ay-ay-ay-ay\n[06:47.86] Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n[06:50.55] (I Ride Slow)\n[06:52.14] (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n[06:54.90] Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n[06:58.16] I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n[07:01.61] Satan's blood in my swag\n[07:03.37] Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n[07:05.53] Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n[07:09.38] And then float away\n[07:11.01] (I Ride Slow)\n[07:13.54] Good luck!\n[07:15.12] Yo Doeburger man\n[07:20.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Slow\n  artist: Ab-Soul;Danny Brown;Delusional Thomas\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 442000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  start_ms: 420\n  end_ms: 2880\n- text: Yeah *evil laughs*\n  start_ms: 2880\n  end_ms: 4430\n- text: Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  start_ms: 4430\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: That's right make that spooky shit\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10050\n- text: Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  start_ms: 10050\n  end_ms: 12830\n- text: I Ride Slow\n  start_ms: 12830\n  end_ms: 13970\n- text: These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  start_ms: 13970\n  end_ms: 18270\n- text: In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  start_ms: 18270\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: No not what I do\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 21960\n- text: Lord do you have mercy on my soul? 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Run quick see\n  start_ms: 302660\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 314240\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 314240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 315240\n  end_ms: 320220\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 320220\n  end_ms: 321170\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 321170\n  end_ms: 321880\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 321880\n  end_ms: 323300\n- text: I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  start_ms: 323300\n  end_ms: 325740\n- text: (You know when I heard that?)\n  start_ms: 325740\n  end_ms: 327000\n- text: While I was sipping Actavis!\n  start_ms: 327000\n  end_ms: 329470\n- text: Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  start_ms: 329470\n  end_ms: 332560\n- text: The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  start_ms: 332560\n  end_ms: 336370\n- text: I must be Captain Phillips\n  start_ms: 336370\n  end_ms: 337870\n- text: These niggas don't speak my language\n  start_ms: 337870\n  end_ms: 339530\n- text: Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  start_ms: 339530\n  end_ms: 342400\n- text: That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  start_ms: 342400\n  end_ms: 345930\n- text: I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  start_ms: 345930\n  end_ms: 350600\n- text: Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  start_ms: 350600\n  end_ms: 355820\n- text: My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  start_ms: 355820\n  end_ms: 359830\n- text: Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  start_ms: 359830\n  end_ms: 363240\n- text: What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  start_ms: 363240\n  end_ms: 366640\n- text: All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  start_ms: 366640\n  end_ms: 370010\n- text: Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  start_ms: 370010\n  end_ms: 374060\n- text: So here's a question that I ask...\n  start_ms: 374060\n  end_ms: 376280\n- text: What's a negative with no plus?\n  start_ms: 376280\n  end_ms: 378360\n- text: A Benz with no bus?\n  start_ms: 378360\n  end_ms: 380190\n- text: A curse with no gift?\n  start_ms: 380190\n  end_ms: 381970\n- text: Who's God with no us?\n  start_ms: 381970\n  end_ms: 383750\n- text: Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  start_ms: 383750\n  end_ms: 387380\n- text: Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  start_ms: 387380\n  end_ms: 389540\n- text: I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  start_ms: 389540\n  end_ms: 394120\n- text: Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  start_ms: 394120\n  end_ms: 397920\n- text: Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  start_ms: 397920\n  end_ms: 400580\n- text: Loaded gun in front of me\n  start_ms: 400580\n  end_ms: 401870\n- text: Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n  start_ms: 401870\n  end_ms: 405240\n- text: Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 405240\n  end_ms: 407860\n- text: Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  start_ms: 407860\n  end_ms: 410550\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 410550\n  end_ms: 412140\n- text: (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n  start_ms: 412140\n  end_ms: 414900\n- text: Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  start_ms: 414900\n  end_ms: 418160\n- text: I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  start_ms: 418160\n  end_ms: 421610\n- text: Satan's blood in my swag\n  start_ms: 421610\n  end_ms: 423370\n- text: Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  start_ms: 423370\n  end_ms: 425530\n- text: Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n  start_ms: 425530\n  end_ms: 429380\n- text: And then float away\n  start_ms: 429380\n  end_ms: 431010\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 431010\n  end_ms: 433540\n- text: Good luck!\n  start_ms: 433540\n  end_ms: 435120\n- text: Yo Doeburger man\n  start_ms: 435120\n  end_ms: 440510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 440510\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  Yeah *evil laughs*\n  Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  That's right make that spooky shit\n  Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  I Ride Slow\n\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  No not what I do\n  Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n  (Oh I know)\n  You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n  Your chains gold, my shades all black\n  I can do this with a blindfold\n  This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n  But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n  Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  Had to learn though, the harder way\n  Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n  Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n  I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n  On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  Oh! (blow)\n  The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  Yo, I Ride Slow...\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  Check!\n  I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n  A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n  (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n  Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n  (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  (I Ride Slow!)\n\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n\n  Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  What you niggas talking bout?\n  Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  Soulo\n\n  *Hail Mary melody*\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  Do you wanna ride or die?\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I Ride Slow)\n\n  I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  (You know when I heard that?)\n  While I was sipping Actavis!\n  Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  I must be Captain Phillips\n  These niggas don't speak my language\n  Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  So here's a question that I ask...\n  What's a negative with no plus?\n  A Benz with no bus?\n  A curse with no gift?\n  Who's God with no us?\n\n  Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  Loaded gun in front of me\n  Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\n  Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\n  Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  Satan's blood in my swag\n  Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\n  And then float away\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Good luck!\n\n  Yo Doeburger man\n"},{"id":28882268,"name":"Ride Slow Feat Danny Brown and Delusional Thomas","trackName":"Ride Slow Feat Danny Brown and Delusional Thomas","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days","duration":442.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't no sitting down in here my nigga\nYeah evil laughs\nYeah keep-say-Oh I think niggas is laughing at me\nThat's right make that spooky shit\nYo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n\nI ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me living colossal\nAhead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nKnow not what I do, Lord, do you have mercy on my soul?\nFar as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\nSmoking my 'dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\nRose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth (Oh, I know)\nYou made a few bucks now you feel buck, your chains gold\nMy shades all black, I can do this with a blindfold\nThis ain't rap, this is find a mine in your mind blow\nYour brains back out of your wave cap\nI don't know Tae Bo, but I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\nLife's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I ride slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I ride slow)\nThese hoes with they nose in my business\n(Yeah, I ride slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I ride slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nI ride slow, live fast, small time to big cash\nCut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\nHad to learn though, the harder way\nPushing pennies but see a three's a 16 in my sport\nFigure deal me I'm filthy, I know it's greedy out here\nI told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\nRelax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mother's back\nOn the surface I will certainly scratch\nSee Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\nYou're puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\nGo this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\nWhat's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\nRemember that? I'm biblical with this shit\nThe tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\nOh! (blow)\nThe cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\nYo, I ride slow...\n\nCheck!\nI ride slow, sparking like exhaust, smite a pyro\nA psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\nYou nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\nPulling up no headlights but there's red beams on you\nApostle, smoking on this dope my brain colossal\nHelps out the flow to do tricks like a brothel\nRoll the lace with angel dust from pages of the bible\nSurvival tactics, target practice if you lacking it get drastic\nCaskets If you niggas talking ass backwards\nUp shits creek with a tissue paddle\nOG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\nCall your number like you just won the raffle\nNigga you Snapple sweet, come after me, it's casualty\nTurn you into vegetables as if I dropped the celery\nThe reality is all you niggas fictitious, smack you\nWith the hand of satan cause you need good sanitation\nAny nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\nOne nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\nAnd I ain't saying shit, cause I'm coming from Detroit where\nI'm coming up short\nThen niggas ride slow, AK-ing up your porch\n(I ride slow!)\n\n(I-I-I ride)\n(I ride, I-I)\n(I ride)\n\nNiggas talking about all this lean shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n(I ride slow)\nSilly out here...\nNiggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\nI gave cuz his first cup of Lean\nWhat you niggas talking bout?\n(I ride slow)\nCuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n(I ride slow)\n(These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\nSoulo\n\nHail Mary melody\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I ride slow)\nDo you wanna ride or die?\n(I ride slow)\nWhat do we have here now? Run quick see\nCome with me\n(Inhale Mary) (Y)\nCome with me\n(Exhale Mary) (M)\nCome with me\n(Inhale Mary) (F)\nCome with me\n(Already)\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I ride slow)\n\nI heard they stopped making Actavis...\n(You know when I heard that?)\nWhile I was sipping Actavis!\nFast life, slow motion in my double cup\nThe screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\nI must be Captain Phillips\nThese niggas don't speak my language\nResidue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\nThat it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\nI walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\nDeadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\nMy rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\nEnlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high\nWhat I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\nAll these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\nRap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\nSo here's a question that I ask...\nWhat's a negative with no plus?\nA Benz with no bus?\nA curse with no gift?\nWho's God with no us?\n\nDelusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\nPut my dick in witches from the Crucible\nI'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\nPardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely\nDeath is cold homie, breathe easy\nLoaded gun in front of me\nShoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie\nYou do my murder-\n\nAy-ay-ay-ay\nFuck off! Maaaaaan\n(I ride slow)\n(Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\nHow dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?\nI snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\nSatan's blood in my flesh\nNobody is high as, and These Days the iPad\nWill tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash\nAnd then float away\n(I ride slow)\nSo good luck!\n\nBoop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-\nFuck yeah!\n\nYo Doeburger man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] Ain't no sitting down in here my nigga\n[00:02.74] Yeah evil laughs\n[00:06.39] Yeah keep-say-Oh I think niggas is laughing at me\n[00:08.14] That's right make that spooky shit\n[00:09.91] Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n[00:11.79] I ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me living colossal\n[00:17.15] Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[00:20.72] Know not what I do, Lord, do you have mercy on my soul?\n[00:23.42] Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n[00:27.14] Smoking my 'dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n[00:30.78] Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth (Oh, I know)\n[00:33.45] You made a few bucks now you feel buck, your chains gold\n[00:37.08] My shades all black, I can do this with a blindfold\n[00:40.64] This ain't rap, this is find a mine in your mind blow\n[00:44.24] Your brains back out of your wave cap\n[00:46.09] I don't know Tae Bo, but I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n[00:48.79] Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n[00:52.35] It gets cold on the road to the riches\n[00:55.94] (Yeah, I ride slow)\n[00:56.81] The cars and the clothes is expensive\n[00:59.53] (Yo, I ride slow)\n[01:01.36] These hoes with they nose in my business\n[01:02.25] (Yeah, I ride slow)\n[01:04.06] Nigga\n[01:04.90] (Yo, I ride slow)\n[01:06.76] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[01:11.20] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[01:13.09] Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n[01:15.86] Insane in the membrane!\n[01:19.48] I ride slow, live fast, small time to big cash\n[01:23.07] Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n[01:26.62] Had to learn though, the harder way\n[01:28.42] Pushing pennies but see a three's a 16 in my sport\n[01:32.07] Figure deal me I'm filthy, I know it's greedy out here\n[01:37.96] I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n[01:42.54] Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mother's back\n[01:46.16] On the surface I will certainly scratch\n[01:48.81] See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n[01:52.46] You're puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n[01:56.08] Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n[01:59.66] What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n[02:04.15] Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n[02:05.93] The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n[02:09.54] Oh! 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Maaaaaan\n[06:53.82] (I ride slow)\n[06:55.65] (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n[06:58.35] How dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?\n[07:01.08] I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n[07:04.67] Satan's blood in my flesh\n[07:06.56] Nobody is high as, and These Days the iPad\n[07:06.87] Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash\n[07:07.76] And then float away\n[07:08.62] (I ride slow)\n[07:09.51] So good luck!\n[07:10.45] Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-\n[07:11.34] Fuck yeah!\n[07:12.28] Yo Doeburger man\n[07:13.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Slow Feat Danny Brown and Delusional Thomas\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days\n  duration_ms: 442000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ain't no sitting down in here my nigga\n  start_ms: 950\n  end_ms: 2740\n- text: Yeah evil laughs\n  start_ms: 2740\n  end_ms: 6390\n- text: Yeah keep-say-Oh I think niggas is laughing at me\n  start_ms: 6390\n  end_ms: 8140\n- text: That's right make that spooky shit\n  start_ms: 8140\n  end_ms: 9910\n- text: Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  start_ms: 9910\n  end_ms: 11790\n- text: I ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me living colossal\n  start_ms: 11790\n  end_ms: 17150\n- text: Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  start_ms: 17150\n  end_ms: 20720\n- text: Know not what I do, Lord, do you have mercy on my soul?\n  start_ms: 20720\n  end_ms: 23420\n- text: Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  start_ms: 23420\n  end_ms: 27140\n- text: Smoking my 'dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  start_ms: 27140\n  end_ms: 30780\n- text: Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth (Oh, I know)\n  start_ms: 30780\n  end_ms: 33450\n- text: You made a few bucks now you feel buck, your chains gold\n  start_ms: 33450\n  end_ms: 37080\n- text: My shades all black, I can do this with a blindfold\n  start_ms: 37080\n  end_ms: 40640\n- text: This ain't rap, this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  start_ms: 40640\n  end_ms: 44240\n- text: Your brains back out of your wave cap\n  start_ms: 44240\n  end_ms: 46090\n- text: I don't know Tae Bo, but I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  start_ms: 46090\n  end_ms: 48790\n- text: Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n  start_ms: 48790\n  end_ms: 52350\n- text: It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  start_ms: 52350\n  end_ms: 55940\n- text: (Yeah, I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 55940\n  end_ms: 56810\n- text: The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  start_ms: 56810\n  end_ms: 59530\n- text: (Yo, I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 59530\n  end_ms: 61360\n- text: These hoes with they nose in my business\n  start_ms: 61360\n  end_ms: 62250\n- text: (Yeah, I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 62250\n  end_ms: 64060\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 64060\n  end_ms: 64900\n- text: (Yo, I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 64900\n  end_ms: 66760\n- text: These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  start_ms: 66760\n  end_ms: 71200\n- text: In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  start_ms: 71200\n  end_ms: 73090\n- text: Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  start_ms: 73090\n  end_ms: 75860\n- text: Insane in the membrane!\n  start_ms: 75860\n  end_ms: 79480\n- text: I ride slow, live fast, small time to big cash\n  start_ms: 79480\n  end_ms: 83070\n- text: Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  start_ms: 83070\n  end_ms: 86620\n- text: Had to learn though, the harder way\n  start_ms: 86620\n  end_ms: 88420\n- text: Pushing pennies but see a three's a 16 in my sport\n  start_ms: 88420\n  end_ms: 92070\n- text: Figure deal me I'm filthy, I know it's greedy out here\n  start_ms: 92070\n  end_ms: 97960\n- text: I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  start_ms: 97960\n  end_ms: 102540\n- text: Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mother's back\n  start_ms: 102540\n  end_ms: 106160\n- text: On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  start_ms: 106160\n  end_ms: 108810\n- text: See Mac? 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Run quick see\n  start_ms: 305700\n  end_ms: 311010\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 311010\n  end_ms: 313720\n- text: (Inhale Mary) (Y)\n  start_ms: 313720\n  end_ms: 315500\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 315500\n  end_ms: 317330\n- text: (Exhale Mary) (M)\n  start_ms: 317330\n  end_ms: 318260\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 318260\n  end_ms: 320900\n- text: (Inhale Mary) (F)\n  start_ms: 320900\n  end_ms: 321820\n- text: Come with me\n  start_ms: 321820\n  end_ms: 324530\n- text: (Already)\n  start_ms: 324530\n  end_ms: 325550\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 325550\n  end_ms: 326330\n- text: (I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 326330\n  end_ms: 327360\n- text: I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  start_ms: 327360\n  end_ms: 329100\n- text: (You know when I heard that?)\n  start_ms: 329100\n  end_ms: 330090\n- text: While I was sipping Actavis!\n  start_ms: 330090\n  end_ms: 332750\n- text: Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  start_ms: 332750\n  end_ms: 335480\n- text: The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  start_ms: 335480\n  end_ms: 339090\n- text: I must be Captain Phillips\n  start_ms: 339090\n  end_ms: 340850\n- text: These niggas don't speak my language\n  start_ms: 340850\n  end_ms: 342640\n- text: Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  start_ms: 342640\n  end_ms: 346240\n- text: That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  start_ms: 346240\n  end_ms: 348940\n- text: I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  start_ms: 348940\n  end_ms: 354340\n- text: Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  start_ms: 354340\n  end_ms: 358880\n- text: My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  start_ms: 358880\n  end_ms: 363340\n- text: Enlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high\n  start_ms: 363340\n  end_ms: 366010\n- text: What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  start_ms: 366010\n  end_ms: 369670\n- text: All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  start_ms: 369670\n  end_ms: 373220\n- text: Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  start_ms: 373220\n  end_ms: 377820\n- text: So here's a question that I ask...\n  start_ms: 377820\n  end_ms: 379640\n- text: What's a negative with no plus?\n  start_ms: 379640\n  end_ms: 381460\n- text: A Benz with no bus?\n  start_ms: 381460\n  end_ms: 383270\n- text: A curse with no gift?\n  start_ms: 383270\n  end_ms: 385090\n- text: Who's God with no us?\n  start_ms: 385090\n  end_ms: 387780\n- text: Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  start_ms: 387780\n  end_ms: 390420\n- text: Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  start_ms: 390420\n  end_ms: 393120\n- text: I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  start_ms: 393120\n  end_ms: 397680\n- text: Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely\n  start_ms: 397680\n  end_ms: 401280\n- text: Death is cold homie, breathe easy\n  start_ms: 401280\n  end_ms: 403900\n- text: Loaded gun in front of me\n  start_ms: 403900\n  end_ms: 404800\n- text: Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie\n  start_ms: 404800\n  end_ms: 408460\n- text: You do my murder-\n  start_ms: 408460\n  end_ms: 409330\n- text: Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 409330\n  end_ms: 411160\n- text: Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  start_ms: 411160\n  end_ms: 413820\n- text: (I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 413820\n  end_ms: 415650\n- text: (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n  start_ms: 415650\n  end_ms: 418350\n- text: How dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?\n  start_ms: 418350\n  end_ms: 421080\n- text: I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  start_ms: 421080\n  end_ms: 424670\n- text: Satan's blood in my flesh\n  start_ms: 424670\n  end_ms: 426560\n- text: Nobody is high as, and These Days the iPad\n  start_ms: 426560\n  end_ms: 426870\n- text: Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash\n  start_ms: 426870\n  end_ms: 427760\n- text: And then float away\n  start_ms: 427760\n  end_ms: 428620\n- text: (I ride slow)\n  start_ms: 428620\n  end_ms: 429510\n- text: So good luck!\n  start_ms: 429510\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 431340\n- text: Fuck yeah!\n  start_ms: 431340\n  end_ms: 432280\n- text: Yo Doeburger man\n  start_ms: 432280\n  end_ms: 433150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 433150\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no sitting down in here my nigga\n  Yeah evil laughs\n  Yeah keep-say-Oh I think niggas is laughing at me\n  That's right make that spooky shit\n  Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n\n  I ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me living colossal\n  Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Know not what I do, Lord, do you have mercy on my soul?\n  Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  Smoking my 'dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth (Oh, I know)\n  You made a few bucks now you feel buck, your chains gold\n  My shades all black, I can do this with a blindfold\n  This ain't rap, this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  Your brains back out of your wave cap\n  I don't know Tae Bo, but I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I ride slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I ride slow)\n  These hoes with they nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I ride slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I ride slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  I ride slow, live fast, small time to big cash\n  Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  Had to learn though, the harder way\n  Pushing pennies but see a three's a 16 in my sport\n  Figure deal me I'm filthy, I know it's greedy out here\n  I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mother's back\n  On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  You're puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  Oh! (blow)\n  The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  Yo, I ride slow...\n\n  Check!\n  I ride slow, sparking like exhaust, smite a pyro\n  A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  Pulling up no headlights but there's red beams on you\n  Apostle, smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  Helps out the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  Roll the lace with angel dust from pages of the bible\n  Survival tactics, target practice if you lacking it get drastic\n  Caskets If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  Up shits creek with a tissue paddle\n  OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  Nigga you Snapple sweet, come after me, it's casualty\n  Turn you into vegetables as if I dropped the celery\n  The reality is all you niggas fictitious, smack you\n  With the hand of satan cause you need good sanitation\n  Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  And I ain't saying shit, cause I'm coming from Detroit where\n  I'm coming up short\n  Then niggas ride slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  (I ride slow!)\n\n  (I-I-I ride)\n  (I ride, I-I)\n  (I ride)\n\n  Niggas talking about all this lean shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  (I ride slow)\n  Silly out here...\n  Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  What you niggas talking bout?\n  (I ride slow)\n  Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  (I ride slow)\n  (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  Soulo\n\n  Hail Mary melody\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I ride slow)\n  Do you wanna ride or die?\n  (I ride slow)\n  What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  Come with me\n  (Inhale Mary) (Y)\n  Come with me\n  (Exhale Mary) (M)\n  Come with me\n  (Inhale Mary) (F)\n  Come with me\n  (Already)\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I ride slow)\n\n  I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  (You know when I heard that?)\n  While I was sipping Actavis!\n  Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  I must be Captain Phillips\n  These niggas don't speak my language\n  Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  Enlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high\n  What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  So here's a question that I ask...\n  What's a negative with no plus?\n  A Benz with no bus?\n  A curse with no gift?\n  Who's God with no us?\n\n  Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely\n  Death is cold homie, breathe easy\n  Loaded gun in front of me\n  Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie\n  You do my murder-\n\n  Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  (I ride slow)\n  (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\n  How dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?\n  I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  Satan's blood in my flesh\n  Nobody is high as, and These Days the iPad\n  Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash\n  And then float away\n  (I ride slow)\n  So good luck!\n\n  Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-\n  Fuck yeah!\n\n  Yo Doeburger man\n"},{"id":4856117,"name":"Ride Slow","trackName":"Ride Slow","artistName":"Ab‐Soul feat. Danny Brown & Delusional Thomas","albumName":"These Days…","duration":442.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\nYeah *evil laughs*\nYeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\nThat's right make that spooky shit\nYo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\nI Ride Slow\n\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nNo not what I do\nLord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\nSmoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\nRose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n(Oh I know)\nYou made a few bucks now you feel buck\nYour chains gold, my shades all black\nI can do this with a blindfold\nThis ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\nYour brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\nBut I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\nLife's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nI Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\nCut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\nHad to learn though, the harder way\nPushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\nFigga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\nI told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\nRelax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\nOn the surface I will certainly scratch\nSee Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\nYour puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\nGo this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\nWhat's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\nRemember that? I'm biblical with this shit\nThe tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\nOh! 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Run quick see\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I Ride Slow)\n\nI heard they stopped making Actavis...\n(You know when I heard that?)\nWhile I was sipping Actavis!\nFast life, slow motion in my double cup\nThe screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\nI must be Captain Phillips\nThese niggas don't speak my language\nResidue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\nThat it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\nI walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\nDeadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\nMy rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\nEnlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\nWhat I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\nAll these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\nRap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\nSo here's a question that I ask...\nWhat's a negative with no plus?\nA Benz with no bus?\nA curse with no gift?\nWho's God with no us?\n\nDelusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\nPut my dick in witches from the Crucible\nI'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\nPardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\nDeath just called homie, breathe easy\nLoaded gun in front of me\nShoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\nAy-ay-ay-ay\nFuck off! Maaaaaan\n(I Ride Slow)\n(Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\nMan don't talk about the potency of my pack\nI snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\nSatan's blood in my swag\nNobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\nWill tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\nAnd then float away\n(I Ride Slow)\nGood luck!\n\nYo Doeburger man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.42] Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n[00:02.88] Yeah *evil laughs*\n[00:04.43] Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n[00:07.68] That's right make that spooky shit\n[00:10.05] Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n[00:12.83] I Ride Slow\n[00:13.97] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[00:18.27] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[00:20.85] No not what I do\n[00:21.96] Lord do you have mercy on my soul? 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Small time and big cash\n[01:23.15] Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n[01:26.52] Had to learn though, the harder way\n[01:28.72] Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n[01:32.28] Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n[01:35.39] I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n[01:39.00] Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n[01:42.93] On the surface I will certainly scratch\n[01:45.26] See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n[01:49.06] Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n[01:52.69] Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n[01:55.92] What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n[02:00.48] Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n[02:02.58] The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n[02:05.86] Oh! 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If you niggas talking ass backwards\n[03:09.73] Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n[03:16.33] Call your number like you just won the raffle\n[03:19.88] Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n[03:22.86] Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n[03:26.42] The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n[03:30.37] With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n[03:33.02] Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n[03:36.26] One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n[03:41.30] And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n[03:49.47] (I Ride Slow!)\n[03:51.63] (I-I-I Ride)\n[04:06.26] (I-I-I Ride)\n[04:12.76] Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n[04:18.81] (I Ride Slow)\n[04:21.39] Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n[04:30.23] I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n[04:33.72] What you niggas talking bout?\n[04:34.57] Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n[04:41.02] (I Ride Slow)\n[04:41.83] (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[04:46.44] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n[04:49.23] Soulo\n[04:55.19] *Hail Mary melody*\n[04:57.19] La-la-la-la-la\n[04:59.19] Do you wanna ride or die?\n[05:01.46] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:02.66] What do we have here now? Run quick see\n[05:07.03] Come with me, come with me\n[05:14.24] (Hail Mary)\n[05:15.24] Come with me, come with me\n[05:20.22] (Hail Mary)\n[05:21.17] La-la-la-la-la\n[05:21.88] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:23.30] I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n[05:25.74] (You know when I heard that?)\n[05:27.00] While I was sipping Actavis!\n[05:29.47] Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n[05:32.56] The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n[05:36.37] I must be Captain Phillips\n[05:37.87] These niggas don't speak my language\n[05:39.53] Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n[05:42.40] That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n[05:45.93] I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n[05:50.60] Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n[05:55.82] My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n[05:59.83] Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n[06:03.24] What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n[06:06.64] All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n[06:10.01] Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n[06:14.06] So here's a question that I ask...\n[06:16.28] What's a negative with no plus?\n[06:18.36] A Benz with no bus?\n[06:20.19] A curse with no gift?\n[06:21.97] Who's God with no us?\n[06:23.75] Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n[06:27.38] Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n[06:29.54] I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n[06:34.12] Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n[06:37.92] Death just called homie, breathe easy\n[06:40.58] Loaded gun in front of me\n[06:41.87] Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n[06:45.24] Ay-ay-ay-ay\n[06:47.86] Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n[06:50.55] (I Ride Slow)\n[06:52.14] (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n[06:54.90] Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n[06:58.16] I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n[07:01.61] Satan's blood in my swag\n[07:03.37] Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n[07:05.53] Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n[07:09.38] And then float away\n[07:11.01] (I Ride Slow)\n[07:13.54] Good luck!\n[07:15.12] Yo Doeburger man\n[07:20.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Slow\n  artist: Ab‐Soul feat. 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Run quick see\n  start_ms: 302660\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 314240\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 314240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 315240\n  end_ms: 320220\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 320220\n  end_ms: 321170\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 321170\n  end_ms: 321880\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 321880\n  end_ms: 323300\n- text: I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  start_ms: 323300\n  end_ms: 325740\n- text: (You know when I heard that?)\n  start_ms: 325740\n  end_ms: 327000\n- text: While I was sipping Actavis!\n  start_ms: 327000\n  end_ms: 329470\n- text: Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  start_ms: 329470\n  end_ms: 332560\n- text: The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  start_ms: 332560\n  end_ms: 336370\n- text: I must be Captain Phillips\n  start_ms: 336370\n  end_ms: 337870\n- text: These niggas don't speak my language\n  start_ms: 337870\n  end_ms: 339530\n- text: Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  start_ms: 339530\n  end_ms: 342400\n- text: That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  start_ms: 342400\n  end_ms: 345930\n- text: I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  start_ms: 345930\n  end_ms: 350600\n- text: Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  start_ms: 350600\n  end_ms: 355820\n- text: My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  start_ms: 355820\n  end_ms: 359830\n- text: Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  start_ms: 359830\n  end_ms: 363240\n- text: What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  start_ms: 363240\n  end_ms: 366640\n- text: All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  start_ms: 366640\n  end_ms: 370010\n- text: Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  start_ms: 370010\n  end_ms: 374060\n- text: So here's a question that I ask...\n  start_ms: 374060\n  end_ms: 376280\n- text: What's a negative with no plus?\n  start_ms: 376280\n  end_ms: 378360\n- text: A Benz with no bus?\n  start_ms: 378360\n  end_ms: 380190\n- text: A curse with no gift?\n  start_ms: 380190\n  end_ms: 381970\n- text: Who's God with no us?\n  start_ms: 381970\n  end_ms: 383750\n- text: Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  start_ms: 383750\n  end_ms: 387380\n- text: Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  start_ms: 387380\n  end_ms: 389540\n- text: I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  start_ms: 389540\n  end_ms: 394120\n- text: Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  start_ms: 394120\n  end_ms: 397920\n- text: Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  start_ms: 397920\n  end_ms: 400580\n- text: Loaded gun in front of me\n  start_ms: 400580\n  end_ms: 401870\n- text: Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n  start_ms: 401870\n  end_ms: 405240\n- text: Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 405240\n  end_ms: 407860\n- text: Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  start_ms: 407860\n  end_ms: 410550\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 410550\n  end_ms: 412140\n- text: (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n  start_ms: 412140\n  end_ms: 414900\n- text: Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  start_ms: 414900\n  end_ms: 418160\n- text: I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  start_ms: 418160\n  end_ms: 421610\n- text: Satan's blood in my swag\n  start_ms: 421610\n  end_ms: 423370\n- text: Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  start_ms: 423370\n  end_ms: 425530\n- text: Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n  start_ms: 425530\n  end_ms: 429380\n- text: And then float away\n  start_ms: 429380\n  end_ms: 431010\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 431010\n  end_ms: 433540\n- text: Good luck!\n  start_ms: 433540\n  end_ms: 435120\n- text: Yo Doeburger man\n  start_ms: 435120\n  end_ms: 440510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 440510\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  Yeah *evil laughs*\n  Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  That's right make that spooky shit\n  Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  I Ride Slow\n\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  No not what I do\n  Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n  (Oh I know)\n  You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n  Your chains gold, my shades all black\n  I can do this with a blindfold\n  This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n  But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n  Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  Had to learn though, the harder way\n  Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n  Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n  I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n  On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  Oh! (blow)\n  The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  Yo, I Ride Slow...\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  Check!\n  I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n  A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n  (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n  Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n  (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  (I Ride Slow!)\n\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n\n  Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  What you niggas talking bout?\n  Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  Soulo\n\n  *Hail Mary melody*\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  Do you wanna ride or die?\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I Ride Slow)\n\n  I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  (You know when I heard that?)\n  While I was sipping Actavis!\n  Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  I must be Captain Phillips\n  These niggas don't speak my language\n  Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  So here's a question that I ask...\n  What's a negative with no plus?\n  A Benz with no bus?\n  A curse with no gift?\n  Who's God with no us?\n\n  Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  Loaded gun in front of me\n  Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\n  Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\n  Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  Satan's blood in my swag\n  Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\n  And then float away\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Good luck!\n\n  Yo Doeburger man\n"},{"id":4199230,"name":"Ride Slow","trackName":"Ride Slow","artistName":"Ab-Soul feat. Danny Brown & Delusional Thomas","albumName":"These Days...","duration":442.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\nYeah *evil laughs*\nYeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\nThat's right make that spooky shit\nYo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\nI Ride Slow\n\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nNo not what I do\nLord do you have mercy on my soul? 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Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n[00:27.16] Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n[00:30.45] Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n[00:33.06] (Oh I know)\n[00:34.02] You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n[00:37.29] Your chains gold, my shades all black\n[00:38.53] I can do this with a blindfold\n[00:40.85] This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n[00:44.04] Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n[00:47.28] But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n[00:49.63] Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n[00:53.22] It gets cold on the road to the riches\n[00:56.34] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[00:57.20] The cars and the clothes is expensive\n[00:59.68] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[01:00.57] These hoes with the nose in my business\n[01:03.12] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[01:04.03] Nigga\n[01:05.52] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[01:07.21] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[01:11.79] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[01:14.01] Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n[01:16.53] Insane in the membrane!\n[01:19.77] I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n[01:23.15] Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n[01:26.52] Had to learn though, the harder way\n[01:28.72] Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n[01:32.28] Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n[01:35.39] I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n[01:39.00] Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n[01:42.93] On the surface I will certainly scratch\n[01:45.26] See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n[01:49.06] Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n[01:52.69] Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n[01:55.92] What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n[02:00.48] Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n[02:02.58] The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n[02:05.86] Oh! (blow)\n[02:07.43] The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n[02:12.83] Yo, I Ride Slow...\n[02:13.84] It gets cold on the road to the riches\n[02:16.17] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[02:17.25] The cars and the clothes is expensive\n[02:19.59] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[02:20.78] These hoes with the nose in my business\n[02:22.83] (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n[02:24.06] Nigga\n[02:25.90] (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n[02:27.27] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[02:31.78] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[02:33.81] Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n[02:37.37] Insane in the membrane!\n[02:39.00] Check!\n[02:39.75] I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n[02:42.14] A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n[02:46.35] You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n[02:49.57] Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n[02:52.87] (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n[02:56.24] (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n[02:59.57] Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n[03:02.87] Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n[03:06.58] (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n[03:09.73] Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n[03:16.33] Call your number like you just won the raffle\n[03:19.88] Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n[03:22.86] Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n[03:26.42] The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n[03:30.37] With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n[03:33.02] Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n[03:36.26] One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n[03:41.30] And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n[03:49.47] (I Ride Slow!)\n[03:51.63] (I-I-I Ride)\n[04:06.26] (I-I-I Ride)\n[04:12.76] Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n[04:18.81] (I Ride Slow)\n[04:21.39] Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n[04:30.23] I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n[04:33.72] What you niggas talking bout?\n[04:34.57] Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n[04:41.02] (I Ride Slow)\n[04:41.83] (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[04:46.44] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n[04:49.23] Soulo\n[04:55.19] *Hail Mary melody*\n[04:57.19] La-la-la-la-la\n[04:59.19] Do you wanna ride or die?\n[05:01.46] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:02.66] What do we have here now? Run quick see\n[05:07.03] Come with me, come with me\n[05:14.24] (Hail Mary)\n[05:15.24] Come with me, come with me\n[05:20.22] (Hail Mary)\n[05:21.17] La-la-la-la-la\n[05:21.88] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:23.30] I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n[05:25.74] (You know when I heard that?)\n[05:27.00] While I was sipping Actavis!\n[05:29.47] Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n[05:32.56] The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n[05:36.37] I must be Captain Phillips\n[05:37.87] These niggas don't speak my language\n[05:39.53] Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n[05:42.40] That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n[05:45.93] I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n[05:50.60] Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n[05:55.82] My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n[05:59.83] Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n[06:03.24] What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n[06:06.64] All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n[06:10.01] Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n[06:14.06] So here's a question that I ask...\n[06:16.28] What's a negative with no plus?\n[06:18.36] A Benz with no bus?\n[06:20.19] A curse with no gift?\n[06:21.97] Who's God with no us?\n[06:23.75] Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n[06:27.38] Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n[06:29.54] I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n[06:34.12] Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n[06:37.92] Death just called homie, breathe easy\n[06:40.58] Loaded gun in front of me\n[06:41.87] Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n[06:45.24] Ay-ay-ay-ay\n[06:47.86] Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n[06:50.55] (I Ride Slow)\n[06:52.14] (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n[06:54.90] Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n[06:58.16] I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n[07:01.61] Satan's blood in my swag\n[07:03.37] Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n[07:05.53] Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n[07:09.38] And then float away\n[07:11.01] (I Ride Slow)\n[07:13.54] Good luck!\n[07:15.12] Yo Doeburger man\n[07:20.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Slow\n  artist: Ab-Soul feat. 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Run quick see\n  start_ms: 302660\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 314240\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 314240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 315240\n  end_ms: 320220\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 320220\n  end_ms: 321170\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 321170\n  end_ms: 321880\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 321880\n  end_ms: 323300\n- text: I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  start_ms: 323300\n  end_ms: 325740\n- text: (You know when I heard that?)\n  start_ms: 325740\n  end_ms: 327000\n- text: While I was sipping Actavis!\n  start_ms: 327000\n  end_ms: 329470\n- text: Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  start_ms: 329470\n  end_ms: 332560\n- text: The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  start_ms: 332560\n  end_ms: 336370\n- text: I must be Captain Phillips\n  start_ms: 336370\n  end_ms: 337870\n- text: These niggas don't speak my language\n  start_ms: 337870\n  end_ms: 339530\n- text: Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  start_ms: 339530\n  end_ms: 342400\n- text: That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  start_ms: 342400\n  end_ms: 345930\n- text: I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  start_ms: 345930\n  end_ms: 350600\n- text: Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  start_ms: 350600\n  end_ms: 355820\n- text: My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  start_ms: 355820\n  end_ms: 359830\n- text: Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  start_ms: 359830\n  end_ms: 363240\n- text: What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  start_ms: 363240\n  end_ms: 366640\n- text: All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  start_ms: 366640\n  end_ms: 370010\n- text: Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  start_ms: 370010\n  end_ms: 374060\n- text: So here's a question that I ask...\n  start_ms: 374060\n  end_ms: 376280\n- text: What's a negative with no plus?\n  start_ms: 376280\n  end_ms: 378360\n- text: A Benz with no bus?\n  start_ms: 378360\n  end_ms: 380190\n- text: A curse with no gift?\n  start_ms: 380190\n  end_ms: 381970\n- text: Who's God with no us?\n  start_ms: 381970\n  end_ms: 383750\n- text: Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  start_ms: 383750\n  end_ms: 387380\n- text: Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  start_ms: 387380\n  end_ms: 389540\n- text: I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  start_ms: 389540\n  end_ms: 394120\n- text: Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  start_ms: 394120\n  end_ms: 397920\n- text: Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  start_ms: 397920\n  end_ms: 400580\n- text: Loaded gun in front of me\n  start_ms: 400580\n  end_ms: 401870\n- text: Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n  start_ms: 401870\n  end_ms: 405240\n- text: Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 405240\n  end_ms: 407860\n- text: Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  start_ms: 407860\n  end_ms: 410550\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 410550\n  end_ms: 412140\n- text: (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n  start_ms: 412140\n  end_ms: 414900\n- text: Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  start_ms: 414900\n  end_ms: 418160\n- text: I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  start_ms: 418160\n  end_ms: 421610\n- text: Satan's blood in my swag\n  start_ms: 421610\n  end_ms: 423370\n- text: Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  start_ms: 423370\n  end_ms: 425530\n- text: Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n  start_ms: 425530\n  end_ms: 429380\n- text: And then float away\n  start_ms: 429380\n  end_ms: 431010\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 431010\n  end_ms: 433540\n- text: Good luck!\n  start_ms: 433540\n  end_ms: 435120\n- text: Yo Doeburger man\n  start_ms: 435120\n  end_ms: 440510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 440510\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  Yeah *evil laughs*\n  Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  That's right make that spooky shit\n  Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  I Ride Slow\n\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  No not what I do\n  Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n  (Oh I know)\n  You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n  Your chains gold, my shades all black\n  I can do this with a blindfold\n  This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n  But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n  Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  Had to learn though, the harder way\n  Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n  Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n  I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n  On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  Oh! (blow)\n  The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  Yo, I Ride Slow...\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  Check!\n  I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n  A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n  (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n  Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n  (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  (I Ride Slow!)\n\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n\n  Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  What you niggas talking bout?\n  Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  Soulo\n\n  *Hail Mary melody*\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  Do you wanna ride or die?\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I Ride Slow)\n\n  I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  (You know when I heard that?)\n  While I was sipping Actavis!\n  Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  I must be Captain Phillips\n  These niggas don't speak my language\n  Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  So here's a question that I ask...\n  What's a negative with no plus?\n  A Benz with no bus?\n  A curse with no gift?\n  Who's God with no us?\n\n  Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  Loaded gun in front of me\n  Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\n  Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\n  Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  Satan's blood in my swag\n  Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\n  And then float away\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Good luck!\n\n  Yo Doeburger man\n"},{"id":10217821,"name":"Ride Slow","trackName":"Ride Slow","artistName":"Ab-Soul feat․ Danny Brown & Delusional Thomas","albumName":"These Days․․․","duration":440.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\nYeah *evil laughs*\nYeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\nThat's right make that spooky shit\nYo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\nI Ride Slow\n\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nNo not what I do\nLord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\nSmoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\nRose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n(Oh I know)\nYou made a few bucks now you feel buck\nYour chains gold, my shades all black\nI can do this with a blindfold\nThis ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\nYour brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\nBut I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\nLife's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nI Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\nCut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\nHad to learn though, the harder way\nPushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\nFigga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\nI told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\nRelax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\nOn the surface I will certainly scratch\nSee Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\nYour puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\nGo this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\nWhat's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\nRemember that? I'm biblical with this shit\nThe tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\nOh! (blow)\nThe cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\nYo, I Ride Slow...\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nCheck!\nI Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\nA psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\nYou nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\nPulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n(?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n(?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\nRoll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\nSurvival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n(?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\nUp shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\nCall your number like you just won the raffle\nNigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\nTurn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\nThe reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\nWith the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\nAny nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\nOne nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\nAnd I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n(I Ride Slow!)\n\n(I-I-I Ride)\n(I-I-I Ride)\n\nNiggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n(I Ride Slow)\nNiggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\nI gave cuz his first cup of Lean\nWhat you niggas talking bout?\nCuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n(I Ride Slow)\n(These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\nSoulo\n\n*Hail Mary melody*\nLa-la-la-la-la\nDo you wanna ride or die?\n(I Ride Slow)\nWhat do we have here now? Run quick see\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I Ride Slow)\n\nI heard they stopped making Actavis...\n(You know when I heard that?)\nWhile I was sipping Actavis!\nFast life, slow motion in my double cup\nThe screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\nI must be Captain Phillips\nThese niggas don't speak my language\nResidue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\nThat it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\nI walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\nDeadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\nMy rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\nEnlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\nWhat I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\nAll these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\nRap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\nSo here's a question that I ask...\nWhat's a negative with no plus?\nA Benz with no bus?\nA curse with no gift?\nWho's God with no us?\n\nDelusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\nPut my dick in witches from the Crucible\nI'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\nPardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\nDeath just called homie, breathe easy\nLoaded gun in front of me\nShoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\nAy-ay-ay-ay\nFuck off! Maaaaaan\n(I Ride Slow)\n(Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\nMan don't talk about the potency of my pack\nI snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\nSatan's blood in my swag\nNobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\nWill tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\nAnd then float away\n(I Ride Slow)\nGood luck!\n\nYo Doeburger man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.42] Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n[00:02.88] Yeah *evil laughs*\n[00:04.43] Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n[00:07.68] That's right make that spooky shit\n[00:10.05] Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n[00:12.83] I Ride Slow\n[00:13.97] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[00:18.27] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[00:20.85] No not what I do\n[00:21.96] Lord do you have mercy on my soul? 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Small time and big cash\n[01:23.15] Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n[01:26.52] Had to learn though, the harder way\n[01:28.72] Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n[01:32.28] Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n[01:35.39] I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n[01:39.00] Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n[01:42.93] On the surface I will certainly scratch\n[01:45.26] See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n[01:49.06] Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n[01:52.69] Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n[01:55.92] What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n[02:00.48] Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n[02:02.58] The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n[02:05.86] Oh! 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If you niggas talking ass backwards\n[03:09.73] Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n[03:16.33] Call your number like you just won the raffle\n[03:19.88] Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n[03:22.86] Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n[03:26.42] The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n[03:30.37] With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n[03:33.02] Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n[03:36.26] One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n[03:41.30] And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n[03:49.47] (I Ride Slow!)\n[03:51.63] (I-I-I Ride)\n[04:06.26] (I-I-I Ride)\n[04:12.76] Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n[04:18.81] (I Ride Slow)\n[04:21.39] Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n[04:30.23] I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n[04:33.72] What you niggas talking bout?\n[04:34.57] Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n[04:41.02] (I Ride Slow)\n[04:41.83] (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[04:46.44] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n[04:49.23] Soulo\n[04:55.19] *Hail Mary melody*\n[04:57.19] La-la-la-la-la\n[04:59.19] Do you wanna ride or die?\n[05:01.46] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:02.66] What do we have here now? Run quick see\n[05:07.03] Come with me, come with me\n[05:14.24] (Hail Mary)\n[05:15.24] Come with me, come with me\n[05:20.22] (Hail Mary)\n[05:21.17] La-la-la-la-la\n[05:21.88] (I Ride Slow)\n[05:23.30] I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n[05:25.74] (You know when I heard that?)\n[05:27.00] While I was sipping Actavis!\n[05:29.47] Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n[05:32.56] The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n[05:36.37] I must be Captain Phillips\n[05:37.87] These niggas don't speak my language\n[05:39.53] Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n[05:42.40] That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n[05:45.93] I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n[05:50.60] Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n[05:55.82] My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n[05:59.83] Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n[06:03.24] What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n[06:06.64] All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n[06:10.01] Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n[06:14.06] So here's a question that I ask...\n[06:16.28] What's a negative with no plus?\n[06:18.36] A Benz with no bus?\n[06:20.19] A curse with no gift?\n[06:21.97] Who's God with no us?\n[06:23.75] Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n[06:27.38] Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n[06:29.54] I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n[06:34.12] Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n[06:37.92] Death just called homie, breathe easy\n[06:40.58] Loaded gun in front of me\n[06:41.87] Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n[06:45.24] Ay-ay-ay-ay\n[06:47.86] Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n[06:50.55] (I Ride Slow)\n[06:52.14] (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n[06:54.90] Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n[06:58.16] I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n[07:01.61] Satan's blood in my swag\n[07:03.37] Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n[07:05.53] Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n[07:09.38] And then float away\n[07:11.01] (I Ride Slow)\n[07:13.54] Good luck!\n[07:15.12] Yo Doeburger man\n[07:20.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Slow\n  artist: Ab-Soul feat․ Danny Brown & Delusional Thomas\n  album: These Days․․․\n  duration_ms: 440000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  start_ms: 420\n  end_ms: 2880\n- text: Yeah *evil laughs*\n  start_ms: 2880\n  end_ms: 4430\n- text: Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  start_ms: 4430\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: That's right make that spooky shit\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10050\n- text: Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  start_ms: 10050\n  end_ms: 12830\n- text: I Ride Slow\n  start_ms: 12830\n  end_ms: 13970\n- text: These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  start_ms: 13970\n  end_ms: 18270\n- text: In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  start_ms: 18270\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: No not what I do\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 21960\n- text: Lord do you have mercy on my soul? 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If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  start_ms: 186580\n  end_ms: 189730\n- text: Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  start_ms: 189730\n  end_ms: 196330\n- text: Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  start_ms: 196330\n  end_ms: 199880\n- text: Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  start_ms: 199880\n  end_ms: 202860\n- text: Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  start_ms: 202860\n  end_ms: 206420\n- text: The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  start_ms: 206420\n  end_ms: 210370\n- text: With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  start_ms: 210370\n  end_ms: 213020\n- text: Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  start_ms: 213020\n  end_ms: 216260\n- text: One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  start_ms: 216260\n  end_ms: 221300\n- text: And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  start_ms: 221300\n  end_ms: 229470\n- text: (I Ride Slow!)\n  start_ms: 229470\n  end_ms: 231630\n- text: (I-I-I Ride)\n  start_ms: 231630\n  end_ms: 246260\n- text: (I-I-I Ride)\n  start_ms: 246260\n  end_ms: 252760\n- text: Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  start_ms: 252760\n  end_ms: 258810\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 258810\n  end_ms: 261390\n- text: Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  start_ms: 261390\n  end_ms: 270230\n- text: I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  start_ms: 270230\n  end_ms: 273720\n- text: What you niggas talking bout?\n  start_ms: 273720\n  end_ms: 274570\n- text: Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  start_ms: 274570\n  end_ms: 281020\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 281020\n  end_ms: 281830\n- text: (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  start_ms: 281830\n  end_ms: 286440\n- text: In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  start_ms: 286440\n  end_ms: 289230\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 289230\n  end_ms: 295190\n- text: '*Hail Mary melody*'\n  start_ms: 295190\n  end_ms: 297190\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 297190\n  end_ms: 299190\n- text: Do you wanna ride or die?\n  start_ms: 299190\n  end_ms: 301460\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 301460\n  end_ms: 302660\n- text: What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  start_ms: 302660\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 314240\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 314240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 315240\n  end_ms: 320220\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 320220\n  end_ms: 321170\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 321170\n  end_ms: 321880\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 321880\n  end_ms: 323300\n- text: I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  start_ms: 323300\n  end_ms: 325740\n- text: (You know when I heard that?)\n  start_ms: 325740\n  end_ms: 327000\n- text: While I was sipping Actavis!\n  start_ms: 327000\n  end_ms: 329470\n- text: Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  start_ms: 329470\n  end_ms: 332560\n- text: The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  start_ms: 332560\n  end_ms: 336370\n- text: I must be Captain Phillips\n  start_ms: 336370\n  end_ms: 337870\n- text: These niggas don't speak my language\n  start_ms: 337870\n  end_ms: 339530\n- text: Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  start_ms: 339530\n  end_ms: 342400\n- text: That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  start_ms: 342400\n  end_ms: 345930\n- text: I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  start_ms: 345930\n  end_ms: 350600\n- text: Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  start_ms: 350600\n  end_ms: 355820\n- text: My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  start_ms: 355820\n  end_ms: 359830\n- text: Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  start_ms: 359830\n  end_ms: 363240\n- text: What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  start_ms: 363240\n  end_ms: 366640\n- text: All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  start_ms: 366640\n  end_ms: 370010\n- text: Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  start_ms: 370010\n  end_ms: 374060\n- text: So here's a question that I ask...\n  start_ms: 374060\n  end_ms: 376280\n- text: What's a negative with no plus?\n  start_ms: 376280\n  end_ms: 378360\n- text: A Benz with no bus?\n  start_ms: 378360\n  end_ms: 380190\n- text: A curse with no gift?\n  start_ms: 380190\n  end_ms: 381970\n- text: Who's God with no us?\n  start_ms: 381970\n  end_ms: 383750\n- text: Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  start_ms: 383750\n  end_ms: 387380\n- text: Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  start_ms: 387380\n  end_ms: 389540\n- text: I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  start_ms: 389540\n  end_ms: 394120\n- text: Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  start_ms: 394120\n  end_ms: 397920\n- text: Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  start_ms: 397920\n  end_ms: 400580\n- text: Loaded gun in front of me\n  start_ms: 400580\n  end_ms: 401870\n- text: Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n  start_ms: 401870\n  end_ms: 405240\n- text: Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 405240\n  end_ms: 407860\n- text: Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  start_ms: 407860\n  end_ms: 410550\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 410550\n  end_ms: 412140\n- text: (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n  start_ms: 412140\n  end_ms: 414900\n- text: Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  start_ms: 414900\n  end_ms: 418160\n- text: I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  start_ms: 418160\n  end_ms: 421610\n- text: Satan's blood in my swag\n  start_ms: 421610\n  end_ms: 423370\n- text: Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  start_ms: 423370\n  end_ms: 425530\n- text: Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n  start_ms: 425530\n  end_ms: 429380\n- text: And then float away\n  start_ms: 429380\n  end_ms: 431010\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 431010\n  end_ms: 433540\n- text: Good luck!\n  start_ms: 433540\n  end_ms: 435120\n- text: Yo Doeburger man\n  start_ms: 435120\n  end_ms: 440510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 440510\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  Yeah *evil laughs*\n  Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  That's right make that spooky shit\n  Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  I Ride Slow\n\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  No not what I do\n  Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n  (Oh I know)\n  You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n  Your chains gold, my shades all black\n  I can do this with a blindfold\n  This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n  But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n  Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  Had to learn though, the harder way\n  Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n  Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n  I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n  On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  Oh! (blow)\n  The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  Yo, I Ride Slow...\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  Check!\n  I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n  A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n  (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n  Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n  (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  (I Ride Slow!)\n\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n\n  Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  What you niggas talking bout?\n  Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  Soulo\n\n  *Hail Mary melody*\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  Do you wanna ride or die?\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I Ride Slow)\n\n  I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  (You know when I heard that?)\n  While I was sipping Actavis!\n  Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  I must be Captain Phillips\n  These niggas don't speak my language\n  Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  So here's a question that I ask...\n  What's a negative with no plus?\n  A Benz with no bus?\n  A curse with no gift?\n  Who's God with no us?\n\n  Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  Loaded gun in front of me\n  Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\n  Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\n  Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  Satan's blood in my swag\n  Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\n  And then float away\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Good luck!\n\n  Yo Doeburger man\n"},{"id":26839779,"name":"Ride Slow","trackName":"Ride Slow","artistName":"Ab‐Soul feat. Danny Brown & Delusional Thomas","albumName":"These Days","duration":442.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\nYeah *evil laughs*\nYeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\nThat's right make that spooky shit\nYo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\nI Ride Slow\n\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nNo not what I do\nLord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\nSmoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\nRose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n(Oh I know)\nYou made a few bucks now you feel buck\nYour chains gold, my shades all black\nI can do this with a blindfold\nThis ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\nYour brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\nBut I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\nLife's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\nIt gets cold on the road to the riches\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nThe cars and the clothes is expensive\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese hoes with the nose in my business\n(Yeah, I Ride Slow)\nNigga\n(Yo, I Ride Slow)\nThese rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\nIn time you'll find that I'm a fossil\nYo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\nInsane in the membrane!\n\nI Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\nCut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\nHad to learn though, the harder way\nPushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\nFigga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\nI told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\nRelax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\nOn the surface I will certainly scratch\nSee Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\nYour puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\nGo this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\nWhat's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\nRemember that? I'm biblical with this shit\nThe tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\nOh! 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Run quick see\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nCome with me, come with me\n(Hail Mary)\nLa-la-la-la-la\n(I Ride Slow)\n\nI heard they stopped making Actavis...\n(You know when I heard that?)\nWhile I was sipping Actavis!\nFast life, slow motion in my double cup\nThe screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\nI must be Captain Phillips\nThese niggas don't speak my language\nResidue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\nThat it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\nI walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\nDeadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\nMy rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\nEnlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\nWhat I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\nAll these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\nRap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\nSo here's a question that I ask...\nWhat's a negative with no plus?\nA Benz with no bus?\nA curse with no gift?\nWho's God with no us?\n\nDelusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\nPut my dick in witches from the Crucible\nI'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\nPardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\nDeath just called homie, breathe easy\nLoaded gun in front of me\nShoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\nAy-ay-ay-ay\nFuck off! Maaaaaan\n(I Ride Slow)\n(Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\nMan don't talk about the potency of my pack\nI snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\nSatan's blood in my swag\nNobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\nWill tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\nAnd then float away\n(I Ride Slow)\nGood luck!\n\nYo Doeburger man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.42] Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n[00:02.88] Yeah *evil laughs*\n[00:04.43] Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n[00:07.68] That's right make that spooky shit\n[00:10.05] Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n[00:12.83] I Ride Slow\n[00:13.97] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n[00:18.27] In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n[00:20.85] No not what I do\n[00:21.96] Lord do you have mercy on my soul? 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You don't know the half\n[06:06.64] All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n[06:10.01] Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n[06:14.06] So here's a question that I ask...\n[06:16.28] What's a negative with no plus?\n[06:18.36] A Benz with no bus?\n[06:20.19] A curse with no gift?\n[06:21.97] Who's God with no us?\n[06:23.75] Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n[06:27.38] Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n[06:29.54] I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n[06:34.12] Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n[06:37.92] Death just called homie, breathe easy\n[06:40.58] Loaded gun in front of me\n[06:41.87] Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n[06:45.24] Ay-ay-ay-ay\n[06:47.86] Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n[06:50.55] (I Ride Slow)\n[06:52.14] (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n[06:54.90] Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n[06:58.16] I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n[07:01.61] Satan's blood in my swag\n[07:03.37] Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n[07:05.53] Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n[07:09.38] And then float away\n[07:11.01] (I Ride Slow)\n[07:13.54] Good luck!\n[07:15.12] Yo Doeburger man\n[07:20.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Slow\n  artist: Ab‐Soul feat. 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He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  start_ms: 105260\n  end_ms: 109060\n- text: Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  start_ms: 109060\n  end_ms: 112690\n- text: Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  start_ms: 112690\n  end_ms: 115920\n- text: What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  start_ms: 115920\n  end_ms: 120480\n- text: Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  start_ms: 120480\n  end_ms: 122580\n- text: The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  start_ms: 122580\n  end_ms: 125860\n- text: Oh! (blow)\n  start_ms: 125860\n  end_ms: 127430\n- text: The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  start_ms: 127430\n  end_ms: 132830\n- text: Yo, I Ride Slow...\n  start_ms: 132830\n  end_ms: 133840\n- text: It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  start_ms: 133840\n  end_ms: 136170\n- text: (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 136170\n  end_ms: 137250\n- text: The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  start_ms: 137250\n  end_ms: 139590\n- text: (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 139590\n  end_ms: 140780\n- text: These hoes with the nose in my business\n  start_ms: 140780\n  end_ms: 142830\n- text: (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 142830\n  end_ms: 144060\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 144060\n  end_ms: 145900\n- text: (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 145900\n  end_ms: 147270\n- text: These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  start_ms: 147270\n  end_ms: 151780\n- text: In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  start_ms: 151780\n  end_ms: 153810\n- text: Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  start_ms: 153810\n  end_ms: 157370\n- text: Insane in the membrane!\n  start_ms: 157370\n  end_ms: 159000\n- text: Check!\n  start_ms: 159000\n  end_ms: 159750\n- text: I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n  start_ms: 159750\n  end_ms: 162140\n- text: A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  start_ms: 162140\n  end_ms: 166350\n- text: You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  start_ms: 166350\n  end_ms: 169570\n- text: Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n  start_ms: 169570\n  end_ms: 172870\n- text: (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  start_ms: 172870\n  end_ms: 176240\n- text: (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  start_ms: 176240\n  end_ms: 179570\n- text: Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n  start_ms: 179570\n  end_ms: 182870\n- text: Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n  start_ms: 182870\n  end_ms: 186580\n- text: (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  start_ms: 186580\n  end_ms: 189730\n- text: Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  start_ms: 189730\n  end_ms: 196330\n- text: Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  start_ms: 196330\n  end_ms: 199880\n- text: Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  start_ms: 199880\n  end_ms: 202860\n- text: Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  start_ms: 202860\n  end_ms: 206420\n- text: The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  start_ms: 206420\n  end_ms: 210370\n- text: With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  start_ms: 210370\n  end_ms: 213020\n- text: Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  start_ms: 213020\n  end_ms: 216260\n- text: One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  start_ms: 216260\n  end_ms: 221300\n- text: And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  start_ms: 221300\n  end_ms: 229470\n- text: (I Ride Slow!)\n  start_ms: 229470\n  end_ms: 231630\n- text: (I-I-I Ride)\n  start_ms: 231630\n  end_ms: 246260\n- text: (I-I-I Ride)\n  start_ms: 246260\n  end_ms: 252760\n- text: Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  start_ms: 252760\n  end_ms: 258810\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 258810\n  end_ms: 261390\n- text: Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  start_ms: 261390\n  end_ms: 270230\n- text: I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  start_ms: 270230\n  end_ms: 273720\n- text: What you niggas talking bout?\n  start_ms: 273720\n  end_ms: 274570\n- text: Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  start_ms: 274570\n  end_ms: 281020\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 281020\n  end_ms: 281830\n- text: (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  start_ms: 281830\n  end_ms: 286440\n- text: In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  start_ms: 286440\n  end_ms: 289230\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 289230\n  end_ms: 295190\n- text: '*Hail Mary melody*'\n  start_ms: 295190\n  end_ms: 297190\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 297190\n  end_ms: 299190\n- text: Do you wanna ride or die?\n  start_ms: 299190\n  end_ms: 301460\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 301460\n  end_ms: 302660\n- text: What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  start_ms: 302660\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 314240\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 314240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: Come with me, come with me\n  start_ms: 315240\n  end_ms: 320220\n- text: (Hail Mary)\n  start_ms: 320220\n  end_ms: 321170\n- text: La-la-la-la-la\n  start_ms: 321170\n  end_ms: 321880\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 321880\n  end_ms: 323300\n- text: I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  start_ms: 323300\n  end_ms: 325740\n- text: (You know when I heard that?)\n  start_ms: 325740\n  end_ms: 327000\n- text: While I was sipping Actavis!\n  start_ms: 327000\n  end_ms: 329470\n- text: Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  start_ms: 329470\n  end_ms: 332560\n- text: The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  start_ms: 332560\n  end_ms: 336370\n- text: I must be Captain Phillips\n  start_ms: 336370\n  end_ms: 337870\n- text: These niggas don't speak my language\n  start_ms: 337870\n  end_ms: 339530\n- text: Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  start_ms: 339530\n  end_ms: 342400\n- text: That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  start_ms: 342400\n  end_ms: 345930\n- text: I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  start_ms: 345930\n  end_ms: 350600\n- text: Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  start_ms: 350600\n  end_ms: 355820\n- text: My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  start_ms: 355820\n  end_ms: 359830\n- text: Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  start_ms: 359830\n  end_ms: 363240\n- text: What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  start_ms: 363240\n  end_ms: 366640\n- text: All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  start_ms: 366640\n  end_ms: 370010\n- text: Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  start_ms: 370010\n  end_ms: 374060\n- text: So here's a question that I ask...\n  start_ms: 374060\n  end_ms: 376280\n- text: What's a negative with no plus?\n  start_ms: 376280\n  end_ms: 378360\n- text: A Benz with no bus?\n  start_ms: 378360\n  end_ms: 380190\n- text: A curse with no gift?\n  start_ms: 380190\n  end_ms: 381970\n- text: Who's God with no us?\n  start_ms: 381970\n  end_ms: 383750\n- text: Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  start_ms: 383750\n  end_ms: 387380\n- text: Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  start_ms: 387380\n  end_ms: 389540\n- text: I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  start_ms: 389540\n  end_ms: 394120\n- text: Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  start_ms: 394120\n  end_ms: 397920\n- text: Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  start_ms: 397920\n  end_ms: 400580\n- text: Loaded gun in front of me\n  start_ms: 400580\n  end_ms: 401870\n- text: Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n  start_ms: 401870\n  end_ms: 405240\n- text: Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 405240\n  end_ms: 407860\n- text: Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  start_ms: 407860\n  end_ms: 410550\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 410550\n  end_ms: 412140\n- text: (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n  start_ms: 412140\n  end_ms: 414900\n- text: Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  start_ms: 414900\n  end_ms: 418160\n- text: I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  start_ms: 418160\n  end_ms: 421610\n- text: Satan's blood in my swag\n  start_ms: 421610\n  end_ms: 423370\n- text: Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  start_ms: 423370\n  end_ms: 425530\n- text: Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n  start_ms: 425530\n  end_ms: 429380\n- text: And then float away\n  start_ms: 429380\n  end_ms: 431010\n- text: (I Ride Slow)\n  start_ms: 431010\n  end_ms: 433540\n- text: Good luck!\n  start_ms: 433540\n  end_ms: 435120\n- text: Yo Doeburger man\n  start_ms: 435120\n  end_ms: 440510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 440510\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no sitting down here my nigga\n  Yeah *evil laughs*\n  Yeah keep- think niggas is laughing at me\n  That's right make that spooky shit\n  Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look\n  I Ride Slow\n\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  No not what I do\n  Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle\n  Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes\n  Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth\n  (Oh I know)\n  You made a few bucks now you feel buck\n  Your chains gold, my shades all black\n  I can do this with a blindfold\n  This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow\n  Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo\n  But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat\n  Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash\n  Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school\n  Had to learn though, the harder way\n  Pushing pennies but see a threes a 16 in my sport\n  Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here\n  I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!\n  Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back\n  On the surface I will certainly scratch\n  See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist\n  Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist\n  Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit\n  What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass\n  Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit\n  The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip\n  Oh! (blow)\n  The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!\n  Yo, I Ride Slow...\n\n  It gets cold on the road to the riches\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  The cars and the clothes is expensive\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These hoes with the nose in my business\n  (Yeah, I Ride Slow)\n  Nigga\n  (Yo, I Ride Slow)\n  These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Insane in the membrane!\n\n  Check!\n  I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro\n  A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'\n  You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you\n  Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you\n  (?) smoking on this dope my brain colossal\n  (?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel\n  Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible\n  Survival tactics, are you practice (?) make you drastic\n  (?) If you niggas talking ass backwards\n  Up shits creek with a tissue pack, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle\n  Call your number like you just won the raffle\n  Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck with me it's casualty\n  Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery\n  The reality is all you niggas fictitious, make you (?)\n  With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation\n  Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin\n  One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits\n  And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch\n  (I Ride Slow!)\n\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n  (I-I-I Ride)\n\n  Niggas talking about all this lame shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga\n  I gave cuz his first cup of Lean\n  What you niggas talking bout?\n  Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time\n  In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)\n  Soulo\n\n  *Hail Mary melody*\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  Do you wanna ride or die?\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  What do we have here now? Run quick see\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  Come with me, come with me\n  (Hail Mary)\n  La-la-la-la-la\n  (I Ride Slow)\n\n  I heard they stopped making Actavis...\n  (You know when I heard that?)\n  While I was sipping Actavis!\n  Fast life, slow motion in my double cup\n  The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up\n  I must be Captain Phillips\n  These niggas don't speak my language\n  Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms\n  That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son\n  I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun\n  Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly\n  My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?\n  Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot\n  What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half\n  All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph\n  Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path\n  So here's a question that I ask...\n  What's a negative with no plus?\n  A Benz with no bus?\n  A curse with no gift?\n  Who's God with no us?\n\n  Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow\n  Put my dick in witches from the Crucible\n  I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on\n  Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely\n  Death just called homie, breathe easy\n  Loaded gun in front of me\n  Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...\n\n  Ay-ay-ay-ay\n  Fuck off! Maaaaaan\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)\n\n  Man don't talk about the potency of my pack\n  I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass\n  Satan's blood in my swag\n  Nobody is as high as, and These Days the iPad\n  Will tell you that your life will be no longer (?)\n\n  And then float away\n  (I Ride Slow)\n  Good luck!\n\n  Yo Doeburger man\n"}]