[{"id":9166326,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"The Alchemist and Oh No Present Welcome to Los Santos","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm gonna get in my car\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nI admit I play hide and seek with the violence\nString theories together just like a violin\nRed roses, blue violets\nThe top pick in the cockpit\nThat's fly shit\nLike defecating on a private plane, it's simple\nG4 with it, women with me\nIn the present, here's a test\nIf you tour the future then the past represents death\nLife, will it take me under? I don't know\nThe good die young and the ugly get dough\nI feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\nThe reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\nThat's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\nFast life, slow motion\nThese days, I'm so focused\nAnd as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n\nI'm gonna get in my car\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nHere's a tiny tip\nThere's no escapin' the trouble that come with this grand hustle\nYou willin' to give everything for the glistenin' wrists\nFindin' the right fabric to keep your family knit\nVanity slave, runnin' red lights, smokin' weed, they in love with you\nWhen you're untouchable, sonny\nYou was born to fuckin' die, 'til then get money\nThe belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\nTrack record longer than a train station\nYou just record tracks, what a waste of wax\nName an individual exempt\nFrom a candlelight vigil and bring me his head\nNobody knows the trouble I've seen\nOptimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\nNow they just look at me like they owe me apologies\nSo many red eyes I might need Visine\nAudio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\nThe trouble still finds us like a citation, that's why I'm hatin'\nThe waitin' and silent conversation with God like\nWhy the Hell is Heaven so far?\nDon't need a stairway, I need a rocketship to blast off\nSo what? No buts, I work my ass off\nAnd all my champions comply\nIt's do or die when I ride, Tracy Chapman didn't die, nah\n\nI'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nI'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nNo more, no more, no more\nI don't want trouble to find me no more\nSaid I don't want trouble to find me no more\nI don't want trouble to find me no more\nNo more, no more, no more, no more","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] I'm gonna get in my car\n[00:05.45] But wherever I go\n[00:09.95] Seems like trouble will find me\n[00:14.48] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[00:18.98] I admit I play hide and seek with the violence\n[00:23.56] String theories together just like a violin\n[00:25.37] Red roses, blue violets\n[00:28.96] The top pick in the cockpit\n[00:31.62] That's fly shit\n[00:32.51] Like defecating on a private plane, it's simple\n[00:34.36] G4 with it, women with me\n[00:36.14] In the present, here's a test\n[00:37.99] If you tour the future then the past represents death\n[00:39.75] Life, will it take me under? I don't know\n[00:42.59] The good die young and the ugly get dough\n[00:45.22] I feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\n[00:47.98] The reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\n[00:49.73] That's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\n[00:53.38] Fast life, slow motion\n[00:56.95] These days, I'm so focused\n[00:59.63] And as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n[01:01.57] I'm gonna get in my car\n[01:05.17] But wherever I go\n[01:09.65] Seems like trouble will find me\n[01:15.96] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[01:21.36] Here's a tiny tip\n[01:23.15] There's no escapin' the trouble that come with this grand hustle\n[01:25.96] You willin' to give everything for the glistenin' wrists\n[01:28.62] Findin' the right fabric to keep your family knit\n[01:31.39] Vanity slave, runnin' red lights, smokin' weed, they in love with you\n[01:34.03] When you're untouchable, sonny\n[01:35.85] You was born to fuckin' die, 'til then get money\n[01:38.54] The belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\n[01:43.18] Track record longer than a train station\n[01:44.93] You just record tracks, what a waste of wax\n[01:47.62] Name an individual exempt\n[01:49.44] From a candlelight vigil and bring me his head\n[01:53.00] Nobody knows the trouble I've seen\n[01:54.88] Optimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\n[01:57.57] Now they just look at me like they owe me apologies\n[02:00.32] So many red eyes I might need Visine\n[02:03.03] Audio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\n[02:04.82] The trouble still finds us like a citation, that's why I'm hatin'\n[02:08.42] The waitin' and silent conversation with God like\n[02:10.29] Why the Hell is Heaven so far?\n[02:12.01] Don't need a stairway, I need a rocketship to blast off\n[02:14.83] So what? No buts, I work my ass off\n[02:18.48] And all my champions comply\n[02:20.25] It's do or die when I ride, Tracy Chapman didn't die, nah\n[02:22.92] I'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\n[02:29.22] But wherever I go\n[02:31.08] Seems like trouble will find me\n[02:37.50] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[02:44.60] I'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\n[02:50.03] But wherever I go\n[02:51.86] Seems like trouble will find me\n[02:58.26] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[03:00.09] No more, no more, no more\n[03:08.12] I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:13.58] Said I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:18.18] I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:21.76] No more, no more, no more, no more\n[03:27.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Trouble\n artist: Ab-Soul\n album: The Alchemist and Oh No Present Welcome to Los Santos\n duration_ms: 226000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm gonna get in my car\n start_ms: 920\n end_ms: 5450\n- text: But wherever I go\n start_ms: 5450\n end_ms: 9950\n- text: Seems like trouble will find me\n start_ms: 9950\n end_ms: 14480\n- text: And I don't want trouble to find me\n start_ms: 14480\n end_ms: 18980\n- text: I admit I play hide and seek with the violence\n start_ms: 18980\n end_ms: 23560\n- text: String theories together just like a violin\n start_ms: 23560\n end_ms: 25370\n- text: Red roses, blue violets\n start_ms: 25370\n end_ms: 28960\n- text: The top pick in the cockpit\n start_ms: 28960\n end_ms: 31620\n- text: That's fly shit\n start_ms: 31620\n end_ms: 32510\n- text: Like defecating on a private plane, it's simple\n start_ms: 32510\n end_ms: 34360\n- text: G4 with it, women with me\n start_ms: 34360\n end_ms: 36140\n- text: In the present, here's a test\n start_ms: 36140\n end_ms: 37990\n- text: If you tour the future then the past represents death\n start_ms: 37990\n end_ms: 39750\n- text: Life, will it take me under? 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I don't know\n The good die young and the ugly get dough\n I feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\n The reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\n That's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\n Fast life, slow motion\n These days, I'm so focused\n And as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n\n I'm gonna get in my car\n But wherever I go\n Seems like trouble will find me\n And I don't want trouble to find me\n\n Here's a tiny tip\n There's no escapin' the trouble that come with this grand hustle\n You willin' to give everything for the glistenin' wrists\n Findin' the right fabric to keep your family knit\n Vanity slave, runnin' red lights, smokin' weed, they in love with you\n When you're untouchable, sonny\n You was born to fuckin' die, 'til then get money\n The belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\n Track record longer than a train station\n You just record tracks, what a waste of wax\n Name an individual exempt\n From a candlelight vigil and bring me his head\n Nobody knows the trouble I've seen\n Optimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\n Now they just look at me like they owe me apologies\n So many red eyes I might need Visine\n Audio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\n The trouble still finds us like a citation, that's why I'm hatin'\n The waitin' and silent conversation with God like\n Why the Hell is Heaven so far?\n Don't need a stairway, I need a rocketship to blast off\n So what? 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I don't know\nThe good die young and the ugly get dough\nI feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\nThe reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\nThat's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\nFast life, slow motion\nThese days, I'm so focused\nAnd as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n\nI'm gonna get in my car\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nHere's a tiny tip\nThere's no escapin' the trouble that come with this grand hustle\nYou willin' to give everything for the glistenin' wrists\nFindin' the right fabric to keep your family knit\nVanity slave, runnin' red lights, smokin' weed, they in love with you\nWhen you're untouchable, sonny\nYou was born to fuckin' die, 'til then get money\nThe belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\nTrack record longer than a train station\nYou just record tracks, what a waste of wax\nName an individual exempt\nFrom a candlelight vigil and bring me his head\nNobody knows the trouble I've seen\nOptimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\nNow they just look at me like they owe me apologies\nSo many red eyes I might need Visine\nAudio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\nThe trouble still finds us like a citation, that's why I'm hatin'\nThe waitin' and silent conversation with God like\nWhy the Hell is Heaven so far?\nDon't need a stairway, I need a rocketship to blast off\nSo what? No buts, I work my ass off\nAnd all my champions comply\nIt's do or die when I ride, Tracy Chapman didn't die, nah\n\nI'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nI'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nNo more, no more, no more\nI don't want trouble to find me no more\nSaid I don't want trouble to find me no more\nI don't want trouble to find me no more\nNo more, no more, no more, no more","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] I'm gonna get in my car\n[00:05.45] But wherever I go\n[00:09.95] Seems like trouble will find me\n[00:14.48] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[00:18.98] I admit I play hide and seek with the violence\n[00:23.56] String theories together just like a violin\n[00:25.37] Red roses, blue violets\n[00:28.96] The top pick in the cockpit\n[00:31.62] That's fly shit\n[00:32.51] Like defecating on a private plane, it's simple\n[00:34.36] G4 with it, women with me\n[00:36.14] In the present, here's a test\n[00:37.99] If you tour the future then the past represents death\n[00:39.75] Life, will it take me under? I don't know\n[00:42.59] The good die young and the ugly get dough\n[00:45.22] I feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\n[00:47.98] The reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\n[00:49.73] That's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\n[00:53.38] Fast life, slow motion\n[00:56.95] These days, I'm so focused\n[00:59.63] And as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n[01:01.57] I'm gonna get in my car\n[01:05.17] But wherever I go\n[01:09.65] Seems like trouble will find me\n[01:15.96] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[01:21.36] Here's a tiny tip\n[01:23.15] There's no escapin' the trouble that come with this grand hustle\n[01:25.96] You willin' to give everything for the glistenin' wrists\n[01:28.62] Findin' the right fabric to keep your family knit\n[01:31.39] Vanity slave, runnin' red lights, smokin' weed, they in love with you\n[01:34.03] When you're untouchable, sonny\n[01:35.85] You was born to fuckin' die, 'til then get money\n[01:38.54] The belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\n[01:43.18] Track record longer than a train station\n[01:44.93] You just record tracks, what a waste of wax\n[01:47.62] Name an individual exempt\n[01:49.44] From a candlelight vigil and bring me his head\n[01:53.00] Nobody knows the trouble I've seen\n[01:54.88] Optimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\n[01:57.57] Now they just look at me like they owe me apologies\n[02:00.32] So many red eyes I might need Visine\n[02:03.03] Audio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\n[02:04.82] The trouble still finds us like a citation, that's why I'm hatin'\n[02:08.42] The waitin' and silent conversation with God like\n[02:10.29] Why the Hell is Heaven so far?\n[02:12.01] Don't need a stairway, I need a rocketship to blast off\n[02:14.83] So what? No buts, I work my ass off\n[02:18.48] And all my champions comply\n[02:20.25] It's do or die when I ride, Tracy Chapman didn't die, nah\n[02:22.92] I'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\n[02:29.22] But wherever I go\n[02:31.08] Seems like trouble will find me\n[02:37.50] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[02:44.60] I'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\n[02:50.03] But wherever I go\n[02:51.86] Seems like trouble will find me\n[02:58.26] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[03:00.09] No more, no more, no more\n[03:08.12] I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:13.58] Said I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:18.18] I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:21.76] No more, no more, no more, no more\n[03:27.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Trouble\n artist: Ab-Soul\n album: The Alchemist & Oh No Present Welcome To Los Santos\n duration_ms: 225000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm gonna get in my car\n start_ms: 920\n end_ms: 5450\n- text: But wherever I go\n start_ms: 5450\n end_ms: 9950\n- text: Seems like trouble will find me\n start_ms: 9950\n end_ms: 14480\n- text: And I don't want trouble to find me\n start_ms: 14480\n end_ms: 18980\n- text: I admit I play hide and seek with the violence\n start_ms: 18980\n end_ms: 23560\n- text: String theories together just like a violin\n start_ms: 23560\n end_ms: 25370\n- text: Red roses, blue violets\n start_ms: 25370\n end_ms: 28960\n- text: The top pick in the cockpit\n start_ms: 28960\n end_ms: 31620\n- text: That's fly shit\n start_ms: 31620\n end_ms: 32510\n- text: Like defecating on a private plane, it's simple\n start_ms: 32510\n end_ms: 34360\n- text: G4 with it, women with me\n start_ms: 34360\n end_ms: 36140\n- text: In the present, here's a test\n start_ms: 36140\n end_ms: 37990\n- text: If you tour the future then the past represents death\n start_ms: 37990\n end_ms: 39750\n- text: Life, will it take me under? 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No buts, I work my ass off\nAnd all my champions comply\nIt's do or die when I ride, Tracy Chapman didn't die, nah\n\nI'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nI'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nNo more, no more, no more\nI don't want trouble to find me no more\nSaid I don't want trouble to find me no more\nI don't want trouble to find me no more\nNo more, no more, no more, no more","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] I'm gonna get in my car\n[00:05.42] But wherever I go\n[00:09.93] Seems like trouble will find me\n[00:14.48] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[00:18.98] I admit I play hide and seek with the violence\n[00:23.55] String theories together just like a violin\n[00:25.39] Red roses, blue violets\n[00:28.93] The top pick in the cockpit\n[00:31.67] That's fly shit\n[00:32.56] Like defecating on a private plane, it's simple\n[00:34.36] G4 with it, women with me\n[00:36.13] In the present, here's a test\n[00:37.96] If you tour the future then the past represents death\n[00:39.74] Life, will it take me under? I don't know\n[00:42.50] The good die young and the ugly get dough\n[00:45.26] I feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\n[00:47.97] The reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\n[00:49.71] That's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\n[00:53.38] Fast life, slow motion\n[00:56.95] These days, I'm so focused\n[00:59.61] And as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n[01:01.53] I'm gonna get in my car\n[01:05.11] But wherever I go\n[01:09.67] Seems like trouble will find me\n[01:15.99] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[01:21.39] Here's a tiny tip\n[01:23.19] There's no escapin' the trouble that come with this grand hustle\n[01:25.92] You willin' to give everything for the glistenin' wrists\n[01:28.63] Findin' the right fabric to keep your family knit\n[01:31.38] Vanity slave, runnin' red lights, smokin' weed, they in love with you\n[01:34.05] When you're untouchable, sonny\n[01:35.84] You was born to fuckin' die, 'til then get money\n[01:38.50] The belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\n[01:43.19] Track record longer than a train station\n[01:44.92] You just record tracks, what a waste of wax\n[01:47.68] Name an individual exempt\n[01:49.45] From a candlelight vigil and bring me his head\n[01:53.02] Nobody knows the trouble I've seen\n[01:54.81] Optimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\n[01:57.52] Now they just look at me like they owe me apologies\n[02:00.39] So many red eyes I might need Visine\n[02:03.07] Audio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\n[02:04.85] The trouble still finds us like a citation, that's why I'm hatin'\n[02:08.45] The waitin' and silent conversation with God like\n[02:10.21] Why the Hell is Heaven so far?\n[02:12.05] Don't need a stairway, I need a rocketship to blast off\n[02:14.80] So what? No buts, I work my ass off\n[02:18.49] And all my champions comply\n[02:20.26] It's do or die when I ride, Tracy Chapman didn't die, nah\n[02:22.98] I'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\n[02:29.24] But wherever I go\n[02:31.08] Seems like trouble will find me\n[02:37.43] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[02:44.65] I'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\n[02:50.06] But wherever I go\n[02:51.81] Seems like trouble will find me\n[02:58.25] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[03:00.05] No more, no more, no more\n[03:08.13] I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:13.58] Said I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:18.14] I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:21.79] No more, no more, no more, no more\n[03:27.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Trouble (feat. 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I don't know\n The good die young and the ugly get dough\n I feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\n The reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\n That's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\n Fast life, slow motion\n These days, I'm so focused\n And as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n\n I'm gonna get in my car\n But wherever I go\n Seems like trouble will find me\n And I don't want trouble to find me\n\n Here's a tiny tip\n There's no escapin' the trouble that come with this grand hustle\n You willin' to give everything for the glistenin' wrists\n Findin' the right fabric to keep your family knit\n Vanity slave, runnin' red lights, smokin' weed, they in love with you\n When you're untouchable, sonny\n You was born to fuckin' die, 'til then get money\n The belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\n Track record longer than a train station\n You just record tracks, what a waste of wax\n Name an individual exempt\n From a candlelight vigil and bring me his head\n Nobody knows the trouble I've seen\n Optimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\n Now they just look at me like they owe me apologies\n So many red eyes I might need Visine\n Audio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\n The trouble still finds us like a citation, that's why I'm hatin'\n The waitin' and silent conversation with God like\n Why the Hell is Heaven so far?\n Don't need a stairway, I need a rocketship to blast off\n So what? 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I don't know\nThe good die young and the ugly get dough\nI feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\nThe reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\nThat's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\nFast life, slow motion\nThese days, I'm so focused\nAnd as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n\nI'm gonna get in my car\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nHere's a tiny tip\nThere's no escapin' the trouble that come with this grand hustle\nYou willin' to give everything for the glistenin' wrists\nFindin' the right fabric to keep your family knit\nVanity slave, runnin' red lights, smokin' weed, they in love with you\nWhen you're untouchable, sonny\nYou was born to fuckin' die, 'til then get money\nThe belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\nTrack record longer than a train station\nYou just record tracks, what a waste of wax\nName an individual exempt\nFrom a candlelight vigil and bring me his head\nNobody knows the trouble I've seen\nOptimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\nNow they just look at me like they owe me apologies\nSo many red eyes I might need Visine\nAudio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\nThe trouble still finds us like a citation, that's why I'm hatin'\nThe waitin' and silent conversation with God like\nWhy the Hell is Heaven so far?\nDon't need a stairway, I need a rocketship to blast off\nSo what? No buts, I work my ass off\nAnd all my champions comply\nIt's do or die when I ride, Tracy Chapman didn't die, nah\n\nI'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nI'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nNo more, no more, no more\nI don't want trouble to find me no more\nSaid I don't want trouble to find me no more\nI don't want trouble to find me no more\nNo more, no more, no more, no more","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] I'm gonna get in my car\n[00:05.48] But wherever I go\n[00:09.99] Seems like trouble will find me\n[00:14.45] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[00:18.95] I admit I play hide and seek with the violence\n[00:23.54] String theories together just like a violin\n[00:25.34] Red roses, blue violets\n[00:28.94] The top pick in the cockpit\n[00:31.68] That's fly shit\n[00:32.54] Like defecating on a private plane, it's simple\n[00:34.32] G4 with it, women with me\n[00:36.17] In the present, here's a test\n[00:37.93] If you tour the future then the past represents death\n[00:39.72] Life, will it take me under? I don't know\n[00:42.54] The good die young and the ugly get dough\n[00:45.26] I feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\n[00:47.97] The reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\n[00:49.79] That's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\n[00:53.38] Fast life, slow motion\n[00:56.92] These days, I'm so focused\n[00:59.62] And as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n[01:01.58] I'm gonna get in my car\n[01:05.18] But wherever I go\n[01:09.60] Seems like trouble will find me\n[01:15.90] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[01:21.36] Here's a tiny tip\n[01:23.13] There's no escapin' the trouble that come with this grand hustle\n[01:25.96] You willin' to give everything for the glistenin' wrists\n[01:28.62] Findin' the right fabric to keep your family knit\n[01:31.35] Vanity slave, runnin' red lights, smokin' weed, they in love with you\n[01:34.05] When you're untouchable, sonny\n[01:35.88] You was born to fuckin' die, 'til then get money\n[01:38.57] The belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\n[01:43.16] Track record longer than a train station\n[01:44.97] You just record tracks, what a waste of wax\n[01:47.66] Name an individual exempt\n[01:49.42] From a candlelight vigil and bring me his head\n[01:53.01] Nobody knows the trouble I've seen\n[01:54.85] Optimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\n[01:57.54] Now they just look at me like they owe me apologies\n[02:00.38] So many red eyes I might need Visine\n[02:03.05] Audio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\n[02:04.89] The trouble still finds us like a citation, that's why I'm hatin'\n[02:08.43] The waitin' and silent conversation with God like\n[02:10.28] Why the Hell is Heaven so far?\n[02:12.03] Don't need a stairway, I need a rocketship to blast off\n[02:14.88] So what? No buts, I work my ass off\n[02:18.46] And all my champions comply\n[02:20.23] It's do or die when I ride, Tracy Chapman didn't die, nah\n[02:22.97] I'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\n[02:29.27] But wherever I go\n[02:31.05] Seems like trouble will find me\n[02:37.47] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[02:44.66] I'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\n[02:50.05] But wherever I go\n[02:51.86] Seems like trouble will find me\n[02:58.22] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[03:00.09] No more, no more, no more\n[03:08.13] I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:13.55] Said I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:18.14] I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:21.78] No more, no more, no more, no more\n[03:27.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Trouble (с участието на Aloe Blacc)\n artist: Ab-Soul\n album: The Alchemist and Oh No Present Welcome to Los Santos\n duration_ms: 226000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm gonna get in my car\n start_ms: 950\n end_ms: 5480\n- text: But wherever I go\n start_ms: 5480\n end_ms: 9990\n- text: Seems like trouble will find me\n start_ms: 9990\n end_ms: 14450\n- text: And I don't want trouble to find me\n start_ms: 14450\n end_ms: 18950\n- text: I admit I play hide and seek with the violence\n start_ms: 18950\n end_ms: 23540\n- text: String theories together just like a violin\n start_ms: 23540\n end_ms: 25340\n- text: Red roses, blue violets\n start_ms: 25340\n end_ms: 28940\n- text: The top pick in the cockpit\n start_ms: 28940\n end_ms: 31680\n- text: That's fly shit\n start_ms: 31680\n end_ms: 32540\n- text: Like defecating on a private plane, it's simple\n start_ms: 32540\n end_ms: 34320\n- text: G4 with it, women with me\n start_ms: 34320\n end_ms: 36170\n- text: In the present, here's a test\n start_ms: 36170\n end_ms: 37930\n- text: If you tour the future then the past represents death\n start_ms: 37930\n end_ms: 39720\n- text: Life, will it take me under? 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I don't know\nThe good die young and the ugly get dough\nI feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\nThe reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\nThat's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\nFast life, slow motion\nThese days, I'm so focused\nAnd as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n\nI'm gonna get in my car\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nHere's a tiny tip\nThere's no escapin' the trouble that come with this grand hustle\nYou willin' to give everything for the glistenin' wrists\nFindin' the right fabric to keep your family knit\nVanity slave, runnin' red lights, smokin' weed, they in love with you\nWhen you're untouchable, sonny\nYou was born to fuckin' die, 'til then get money\nThe belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\nTrack record longer than a train station\nYou just record tracks, what a waste of wax\nName an individual exempt\nFrom a candlelight vigil and bring me his head\nNobody knows the trouble I've seen\nOptimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\nNow they just look at me like they owe me apologies\nSo many red eyes I might need Visine\nAudio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\nThe trouble still finds us like a citation, that's why I'm hatin'\nThe waitin' and silent conversation with God like\nWhy the Hell is Heaven so far?\nDon't need a stairway, I need a rocketship to blast off\nSo what? No buts, I work my ass off\nAnd all my champions comply\nIt's do or die when I ride, Tracy Chapman didn't die, nah\n\nI'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nI'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me\n\nNo more, no more, no more\nI don't want trouble to find me no more\nSaid I don't want trouble to find me no more\nI don't want trouble to find me no more\nNo more, no more, no more, no more","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] I'm gonna get in my car\n[00:05.48] But wherever I go\n[00:09.99] Seems like trouble will find me\n[00:14.45] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[00:18.95] I admit I play hide and seek with the violence\n[00:23.54] String theories together just like a violin\n[00:25.34] Red roses, blue violets\n[00:28.94] The top pick in the cockpit\n[00:31.68] That's fly shit\n[00:32.54] Like defecating on a private plane, it's simple\n[00:34.32] G4 with it, women with me\n[00:36.17] In the present, here's a test\n[00:37.93] If you tour the future then the past represents death\n[00:39.72] Life, will it take me under? I don't know\n[00:42.54] The good die young and the ugly get dough\n[00:45.26] I feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\n[00:47.97] The reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\n[00:49.79] That's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\n[00:53.38] Fast life, slow motion\n[00:56.92] These days, I'm so focused\n[00:59.62] And as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n[01:01.58] I'm gonna get in my car\n[01:05.18] But wherever I go\n[01:09.60] Seems like trouble will find me\n[01:15.90] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[01:21.36] Here's a tiny tip\n[01:23.13] There's no escapin' the trouble that come with this grand hustle\n[01:25.96] You willin' to give everything for the glistenin' wrists\n[01:28.62] Findin' the right fabric to keep your family knit\n[01:31.35] Vanity slave, runnin' red lights, smokin' weed, they in love with you\n[01:34.05] When you're untouchable, sonny\n[01:35.88] You was born to fuckin' die, 'til then get money\n[01:38.57] The belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\n[01:43.16] Track record longer than a train station\n[01:44.97] You just record tracks, what a waste of wax\n[01:47.66] Name an individual exempt\n[01:49.42] From a candlelight vigil and bring me his head\n[01:53.01] Nobody knows the trouble I've seen\n[01:54.85] Optimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\n[01:57.54] Now they just look at me like they owe me apologies\n[02:00.38] So many red eyes I might need Visine\n[02:03.05] Audio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\n[02:04.89] The trouble still finds us like a citation, that's why I'm hatin'\n[02:08.43] The waitin' and silent conversation with God like\n[02:10.28] Why the Hell is Heaven so far?\n[02:12.03] Don't need a stairway, I need a rocketship to blast off\n[02:14.88] So what? No buts, I work my ass off\n[02:18.46] And all my champions comply\n[02:20.23] It's do or die when I ride, Tracy Chapman didn't die, nah\n[02:22.97] I'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\n[02:29.27] But wherever I go\n[02:31.05] Seems like trouble will find me\n[02:37.47] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[02:44.66] I'm gonna get in my car, I'm gonna drive real fast\n[02:50.05] But wherever I go\n[02:51.86] Seems like trouble will find me\n[02:58.22] And I don't want trouble to find me\n[03:00.09] No more, no more, no more\n[03:08.13] I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:13.55] Said I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:18.14] I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:21.78] No more, no more, no more, no more\n[03:27.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Trouble\n artist: Ab-Soul ft. 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I don't know\n The good die young and the ugly get dough\n I feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\n The reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\n That's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\n Fast life, slow motion\n These days, I'm so focused\n And as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n\n I'm gonna get in my car\n But wherever I go\n Seems like trouble will find me\n And I don't want trouble to find me\n\n Here's a tiny tip\n There's no escapin' the trouble that come with this grand hustle\n You willin' to give everything for the glistenin' wrists\n Findin' the right fabric to keep your family knit\n Vanity slave, runnin' red lights, smokin' weed, they in love with you\n When you're untouchable, sonny\n You was born to fuckin' die, 'til then get money\n The belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\n Track record longer than a train station\n You just record tracks, what a waste of wax\n Name an individual exempt\n From a candlelight vigil and bring me his head\n Nobody knows the trouble I've seen\n Optimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\n Now they just look at me like they owe me apologies\n So many red eyes I might need Visine\n Audio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\n The trouble still finds us like a citation, that's why I'm hatin'\n The waitin' and silent conversation with God like\n Why the Hell is Heaven so far?\n Don't need a stairway, I need a rocketship to blast off\n So what? 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Aloe Blacc)","artistName":"Ab-Soul; Aloe Blacc","albumName":"The Alchemist and Oh No Present Welcome to Los Santos","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm gonna get in my car\nBut wherever I go (uh-huh)\nTrouble will find me yeah (don't stop)\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me no (don't stop)\n\nUh-uh\n\nI admit I play hide and seek with the violence\nString theories together just like a violin\n\nRed roses, blue violets\n\nThe top pick in the cockpit\n\nThat's fly shit, like defecating on the private plane\nIt's simple G4 with it, women with me in the present\nHere's a test, if you tour the future and the past represent death\n\nLife, will it take me under? I don't know\nThe good die young and the ugly get dough\nI feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\nThe reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\nThat's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\nFast life, slow motion\nThese days I'm so focused\nAnd as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n\nI'm gonna get in my car\nI'm gonna drive real fast\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me yeah (don't stop, don't stop)\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me no (can't shake it off, no)\n\nHere's a tiny tip\nThere's no escaping the trouble that come with this grand hustle\nYou willing to give everything for the glistening wrists\nFinding the right fabric to keep your family knit\nVanity slave, running red lights, smoking weed\nThey in love with you when you untouchable, sonny\n\nYou was born to fucking die, 'til then get money\nThe belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\nTrack record longer than a train station\n\nYou just record tracks, what a waste of wax\nName an individual exempt from a\nCandlelight vigil to bring me his head\n\nNobody knows the trouble I've seen\nOptimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\nNow they just look at me like they owe me apologies\nSo many red eyes I might need Visine\nAudio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\nThe trouble still find us like a citation\nThat's why I'm hating, awaiting a silent conversation with God\nLike, why the hell is Heaven so far?\nDon't need a stairway, I need a rocket ship to blast off\nSo what, no buts, I work my ass off\n\nAnd all my champions comply, it's do or die when I ride\nTracy Chapman didn't lie, nah\n\nI'm gonna get in my car\n\nI'm gonna drive real fast\nBut wherever I go\n\nSeems like trouble will find me yeah\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me no more, no more, no more, no more\nI'm gonna get in my car\n\nI'm gonna drive real fast\nBut wherever I go\nSeems like trouble will find me yeah\nAnd I don't want trouble to find me no more, no more, no more, no more\nI don't want trouble to find me no more\nSaid I don't want trouble to find me no more\nI don't want trouble to find me no more\nNo more, no more, no more, no more","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] I'm gonna get in my car\n[00:05.95] But wherever I go (uh-huh)\n[00:10.02] Trouble will find me yeah (don't stop)\n[00:14.62] And I don't want trouble to find me no (don't stop)\n[00:19.24] Uh-uh\n[00:21.28] I admit I play hide and seek with the violence\n[00:23.74] String theories together just like a violin\n[00:26.68] Red roses, blue violets\n[00:29.34] The top pick in the cockpit\n[00:31.54] That's fly shit, like defecating on the private plane\n[00:34.20] It's simple G4 with it, women with me in the present\n[00:36.89] Here's a test, if you tour the future and the past represent death\n[00:40.66] Life, will it take me under? I don't know\n[00:43.14] The good die young and the ugly get dough\n[00:45.71] I feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\n[00:47.93] The reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\n[00:50.76] That's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\n[00:54.45] Fast life, slow motion\n[00:56.95] These days I'm so focused\n[00:59.30] And as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n[01:02.36] I'm gonna get in my car\n[01:04.80] I'm gonna drive real fast\n[01:07.39] But wherever I go\n[01:09.87] Seems like trouble will find me yeah (don't stop, don't stop)\n[01:15.98] And I don't want trouble to find me no (can't shake it off, no)\n[01:22.47] Here's a tiny tip\n[01:23.52] There's no escaping the trouble that come with this grand hustle\n[01:26.12] You willing to give everything for the glistening wrists\n[01:29.07] Finding the right fabric to keep your family knit\n[01:31.46] Vanity slave, running red lights, smoking weed\n[01:33.94] They in love with you when you untouchable, sonny\n[01:37.16] You was born to fucking die, 'til then get money\n[01:39.51] The belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\n[01:42.96] Track record longer than a train station\n[01:45.48] You just record tracks, what a waste of wax\n[01:48.06] Name an individual exempt from a\n[01:50.25] Candlelight vigil to bring me his head\n[01:52.83] Nobody knows the trouble I've seen\n[01:55.34] Optimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\n[01:58.00] Now they just look at me like they owe me apologies\n[02:00.38] So many red eyes I might need Visine\n[02:03.34] Audio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\n[02:05.49] The trouble still find us like a citation\n[02:07.23] That's why I'm hating, awaiting a silent conversation with God\n[02:10.38] Like, why the hell is Heaven so far?\n[02:13.11] Don't need a stairway, I need a rocket ship to blast off\n[02:16.16] So what, no buts, I work my ass off\n[02:19.15] And all my champions comply, it's do or die when I ride\n[02:21.76] Tracy Chapman didn't lie, nah\n[02:24.02] I'm gonna get in my car\n[02:26.55] I'm gonna drive real fast\n[02:29.03] But wherever I go\n[02:31.52] Seems like trouble will find me yeah\n[02:37.34] And I don't want trouble to find me no more, no more, no more, no more\n[02:44.40] I'm gonna get in my car\n[02:47.00] I'm gonna drive real fast\n[02:49.71] But wherever I go\n[02:52.02] Seems like trouble will find me yeah\n[02:57.83] And I don't want trouble to find me no more, no more, no more, no more\n[03:08.19] I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:13.18] Said I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:18.37] I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:22.45] No more, no more, no more, no more\n[03:45.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Trouble (feat. 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I don't know\n[00:43.14] The good die young and the ugly get dough\n[00:45.71] I feel this prickly feeling on the back of my neck\n[00:47.93] The reaper tippy toe behind me everywhere that I go\n[00:50.76] That's why I ride slow, I used to be in a rush\n[00:54.45] Fast life, slow motion\n[00:56.95] These days I'm so focused\n[00:59.30] And as soon as the chauffeur hold this door open I'ma\n[01:02.36] I'm gonna get in my car\n[01:04.80] I'm gonna drive real fast\n[01:07.39] But wherever I go\n[01:09.87] Seems like trouble will find me yeah (don't stop, don't stop)\n[01:15.98] And I don't want trouble to find me no (can't shake it off, no)\n[01:22.47] Here's a tiny tip\n[01:23.52] There's no escaping the trouble that come with this grand hustle\n[01:26.12] You willing to give everything for the glistening wrists\n[01:29.07] Finding the right fabric to keep your family knit\n[01:31.46] Vanity slave, running red lights, smoking weed\n[01:33.94] They in love with you when you untouchable, sonny\n[01:37.16] You was born to fucking die, 'til then get money\n[01:39.51] The belly of the beast ain't no tummy, you mistaken\n[01:42.96] Track record longer than a train station\n[01:45.48] You just record tracks, what a waste of wax\n[01:48.06] Name an individual exempt from a\n[01:50.25] Candlelight vigil to bring me his head\n[01:52.83] Nobody knows the trouble I've seen\n[01:55.34] Optimistic but they say I need an ophthalmologist\n[01:58.00] Now they just look at me like they owe me apologies\n[02:00.38] So many red eyes I might need Visine\n[02:03.34] Audio pilot, that's why I'm so high up\n[02:05.49] The trouble still find us like a citation\n[02:07.23] That's why I'm hating, awaiting a silent conversation with God\n[02:10.38] Like, why the hell is Heaven so far?\n[02:13.11] Don't need a stairway, I need a rocket ship to blast off\n[02:16.16] So what, no buts, I work my ass off\n[02:19.15] And all my champions comply, it's do or die when I ride\n[02:21.76] Tracy Chapman didn't lie, nah\n[02:24.02] I'm gonna get in my car\n[02:26.55] I'm gonna drive real fast\n[02:29.03] But wherever I go\n[02:31.52] Seems like trouble will find me yeah\n[02:37.34] And I don't want trouble to find me no more, no more, no more, no more\n[02:44.40] I'm gonna get in my car\n[02:47.00] I'm gonna drive real fast\n[02:49.71] But wherever I go\n[02:52.02] Seems like trouble will find me yeah\n[02:57.83] And I don't want trouble to find me no more, no more, no more, no more\n[03:08.19] I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:13.18] Said I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:18.37] I don't want trouble to find me no more\n[03:22.45] No more, no more, no more, no more\n[03:45.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Trouble (feat. 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