[{"id":2181924,"name":"6 Summers","trackName":"6 Summers","artistName":"Anderson .Paak","albumName":"Oxnard","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Wait a minute!\nTrump's got a love child and I hope that bitch is buckwild\nI hope she sip Mezcal, I hope she kiss señoritas and black gals\nI hope her momma's El Salv, I hope her poppa stick around, yeah\nTake chains off, take rings off\nBracelets and things, big aches and pains\nMy jack rang off with clickbait\nTruth is too raw, it's a fish plate\nFay-lay, the kunte\nA hunnid and fifty of us on the big stage?\nHow long it took a nigga just to get paid?\nAnd now I think I'm 'bout to buy a Bentley, pronto\nI'm in LA with the shaker and bongo\nI heard your tape, do or die, it was compo-\nTrimmin' the bream with the blade and lawnmow'\nFigure it out, nigga\nBitch, don't spill my sake\nYou gon' make me kick you out this 'partment\nYou gon' have to kick it in the lobby\nDamn, but don't somebody stop me, I'm too sloppy\nTrump's got a love child and I hope that bitch is buckwild\nI hope she sip Mezcal, I hope she kiss señoritas and black gals\nI hope her momma's El Salv, I hope her poppa stick around, yeah\nThe revolution will not be televised but it will be streamed live\nIn 1080p on your pea brain head in the face ass mobile device, alright!\nThis shit gon' bang at least six summers from out that rock you been under\nMummy wrapped, duffel bag, gutter bunny\nIt's hard to stomach cold murder\nIt's easier to get a nine millimeter\nHe was nineteen with a burner, they had to off 'em\nReform, reform shoulda came sooner\nWait a minute!\nThis shit gon' bang at least six summers\n(Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)\nWord!\nThis shit gon' bang for at least six summers\nBut ain't shit gon' change for at least three summers\nThey tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother\nPop-pop-pop goes the shooter\nReform, reform shoulda came sooner\nCome on\nThis shit gon' bang at least six summers\nPop the top, that bitch hot than a motha\nWe need peace and less long gunners\nPut down your heat and smoke marijuana\nPop the lock off your muzzle\nNiggas is dyin' like lost files in the shuffle\nWe know you lyin', my nigga, naw, we don't trust you\nWe know you buy to sell it back to the public\n'Cause there's money to made in a killin' spree\nThat's why he tryna start a war on the Twitter feed\nSomebody take this nigga's phone, is you kiddin' me?\nTake them AKs up outta these Inner City streets\nThis shit gon' bang for at least six summers\nBut ain't shit gon' change for at least three summers\nThey tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother\nPop-pop-pop goes the shooter\nReform, reform shoulda came sooner\nAnd so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain\nGet the Coltrain and the Kobain\nAnd so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain\nGet the Coltrain and the Kobain\nDear Mr. President, it's evident that you don't give a damn\nShi- tell me somethin' that I don't know\nAll this fuckin' evidence and if it ever make it to the stand\nShi- you know they gon' let 'em go, bro\nYou was overseas stealin' niggas' land and oil\nBilly copped the Desert Eag and it's legal to tote it\nLil' nigga bullied out his Pumas, but why he have to shoot the whole school up?\nAnd so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain\nGet the Coltrain and the Kobain\nAnd so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain\nGet the Coltrain and the Kobain\nThis shit gon' bang at least six summers!\n(Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers) Word\nThis shit gon' bang for at least six summers\nBut ain't shit gon' change for at least three summers\nThey tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother\nPop-pop-pop goes the shooter\nReform, reform shoulda came sooner","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00]Wait a minute\n[00:01.78]\n[00:12.04]Trump's gotta love child and I hope that bitch is buck wild\n[00:16.85]I hope she sip Mezcal, I hope she kiss señoritas and black gals\n[00:21.91]I hope her momma's El Salv\n[00:23.92]I hope her poppa stick around\n[00:25.92]\n[00:27.41]Take chains off, take rings off\n[00:30.01]Bracelets and things, big aches and pains\n[00:32.41]My jack rang off with click bait\n[00:34.89]Truth is too raw, it's a fish plate\n[00:37.95]Fela the Kuti, a hundred and fifty of us on a big stage\n[00:42.62]How long it took a **** just to get paid\n[00:45.21]And now I think I'm 'bout to buy a Bentley (Wow)\n[00:48.34](Pronto) I'm in the L.A. with the shaker and (Bongo)\n[00:51.56]I heard your tape threw it out it was (Compost)\n[00:54.26]Trimmin' the green with the blade and the (Lawn mow)\n[00:56.73]Figure it out, ****\n[00:58.16]Bitch don't spill my Sake\n[00:59.96]You gon' make me kick you out this apartment\n[01:02.57]You gon' have to kick it in the lobby\n[01:04.97]Damn why don't somebody stop me, I'm too sloppy\n[01:08.23]\n[01:08.24]Trump's gotta love child and I hope that bitch is buck wild\n[01:12.77]I hope she sip Mezcal, I hope she kiss señoritas and black gals\n[01:18.06]I hope her momma's el salv\n[01:20.20]I hope her poppa stick around (Yes, Lord)\n[01:23.13]\n[01:23.41]The revolution will not be televised\n[01:25.71]But it will be streamed live, in 1080 P\n[01:29.03]On your pea brain head in the face ass, mobile device, alright\n[01:33.69]\n[01:33.70]This shit gon' bang at least 6 summers\n[01:36.30]From out that rock you been under\n[01:39.01]Mummy wrap, duffel bag, gutter bunny\n[01:41.31]It's hard to stomach cold murder\n[01:43.89]It's easier to get a 9 millimeter, he was nineteen with the burner\n[01:49.89]They had to off him, reform, reform shoulda came sooner\n[01:56.84]This shit gon' bang at least 6 summers, summers, summers...\n[02:03.70]\n[02:12.48]This shit gon' bang for at least 6 summers\n[02:17.87]But ain't shit gon' change for at least 3 summers\n[02:23.08]They tryin' to kill a **** faith, we need a little truth brotha\n[02:28.38]Pop, pop, pop 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shooter\n[03:23.66]Reform, reform shoulda came sooner\n[03:26.09]\n[03:26.10]And so I smoke, drink just to cope with the pain\n[03:28.94]Get the Coltrane and the Cobain\n[03:31.44]And so I smoke, drink just to cope with the pain\n[03:34.34]Get the Coltrane and the Cobain\n[03:36.94]\n[03:36.95]Dear Mr. president, it's evident, that you don't give a damn, shit\n[03:40.41]Tell me something that I don't know\n[03:42.17]All this fuckin' evidence, and if it ever make it to the stand, shit\n[03:45.53]You know they gon' let them go bro\n[03:47.73]You was overseas stealing **** land and oil\n[03:50.29]Billy copped the desert Eag' and it's legal to tote it\n[03:52.86]Little **** bullied out his Pumas\n[03:55.44](But why he have to shoot the whole school up)\n[03:57.54]\n[03:57.55]And so I smoke, drink just to cope with the pain\n[04:00.55]Get the Coltrane and the Cobain\n[04:03.13]And so I smoke, drink just to cope with the pain\n[04:05.81]Get the Coltrane and the Cobain\n[04:08.57]This shit 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me kick you out this 'partment\nYou gon' have to kick it in the lobby\nDamn, but don't somebody stop me, I'm too sloppy\n\nTrump's got a love child and I hope that bitch is buckwild\nI hope she sip Mezcal, I hope she kiss señoritas and black gals\nI hope her momma's El Salv', I hope her poppa stick around, yes, Lord\n\nThe revolution will not be televised\nBut it will be streamed live\nIn 1080p on your pea-brain head in the face ass mobile device\nAlright?\n\nThis shit gon' bang at least six summers\nFrom out that rock you been under\nMummy wrapped, duffel bag, gutter bunny\nIt's hard to stomach cold murder\nIt's easier to get a nine millimeter\nHe was 19 with a burner, they had to off 'em (Off 'em)\nReform, reform shoulda came sooner (Sooner)\n\nWait a minute!\nThis shit gon' bang for at least six summers\n(Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)\n\nWord!\n\nThis shit gon' bang for at least six summers\nBut ain't shit gon' change for at least three summers\nThey 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Take them AKs up outta these Inner City streets\n[03:05.55] This shit gon' bang for at least six summers\n[03:10.78] But ain't shit gon' change for at least three summers\n[03:15.67] They tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother\n[03:21.36] Pop-pop-pop goes the shooter\n[03:23.77] Reform, reform shoulda came sooner\n[03:26.16] And so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain\n[03:28.92] Get the Coltrane and the Cobain\n[03:31.31] And so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain\n[03:34.25] Get the Coltrane and the Cobain\n[03:37.04] Dear Mr. President, it's evident that you don't give a damn\n[03:40.18] Shi- tell me somethin' that I don't know\n[03:42.65] All this fuckin' evidence and if it ever make it to the stand\n[03:45.30] Shi- you know they gon' let 'em go, bro\n[03:47.62] You was overseas stealin' niggas' land and oil\n[03:50.48] Billy copped the Desert Eag' and it's legal to tote it\n[03:52.93] Lil' nigga bullied out his Pumas\n[03:55.49] But why he have to 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minute!\n[00:12.28] Trump's got a love child and I hope that bitch is buckwild\n[00:16.88] I hope she sip Mezcal, I hope she kiss señoritas and black gals\n[00:22.05] I hope her momma's El Salv', I hope her poppa stick around, yeah\n[00:27.54] Take chains off, take rings off\n[00:30.19] Bracelets and things, big aches and pains\n[00:32.64] My jack rang off with clickbait\n[00:34.81] Truth is too raw, it's a fish plate\n[00:38.19] Fela, the kunte\n[00:39.95] A hunnid and fifty of us on the big stage?\n[00:42.82] How long it took a nigga just to get paid?\n[00:45.12] And now I think I'm 'bout to buy a Bentley, pronto\n[00:49.04] I'm in LA with the shaker and bongo\n[00:51.88] I heard your tape, do or die, it was compo-\n[00:54.24] Trimmin' the bream with the blade and lawnmow'\n[00:56.98] Figure it out, nigga\n[00:58.34] Bitch, don't spill my sake\n[01:00.24] You gon'make me kick you out this 'partment\n[01:02.79] You gon' have to kick it in the lobby\n[01:05.09] Damn, but don't somebody stop me, I'm too sloppy\n[01:08.45] Trump's got a love child and I hope that bitch is buckwild\n[01:12.94] I hope she sip Mezcal, I hope she kiss señoritas and black gals\n[01:18.02] I hope her momma's El Salv', I hope her poppa stick around, yes, Lord\n[01:23.43] The revolution will not be televised\n[01:25.67] But it will be streamed live\n[01:27.45] In 1080p on your pea-brain head in the face ass mobile device\n[01:33.15] Alright?\n[01:33.80] This shit gon' bang at least six summers\n[01:36.46] From out that rock you been under\n[01:39.10] Mummy wrapped, duffel bag, gutter bunny\n[01:41.69] It's hard to stomach cold murder\n[01:44.16] It's easier to get a nine millimeter\n[01:46.98] He was 19 with a burner, they had to off 'em (Off 'em)\n[01:51.67] Reform, reform shoulda came sooner (Sooner)\n[01:54.32] Wait a minute!\n[01:57.02] This shit gon' bang for at least six summers\n[01:59.57] (Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)\n[02:04.15] \n[02:09.86] Word!\n[02:12.84] This shit gon' bang for at least six summers\n[02:17.87] But ain't shit gon' change for at least three summers\n[02:23.01] They tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother\n[02:28.36] Pop-pop-pop goes the shooter\n[02:31.08] Reform, reform shoulda came sooner\n[02:33.47] Come on\n[02:34.05] This shit gon' bang at least six summers\n[02:36.63] Pop the top, that bitch hot than a motha\n[02:39.14] We need more peace and less lone gunners\n[02:41.60] Put down your heat and smoke marijuanas\n[02:45.18] Pop the lock off your muzzle\n[02:47.04] Niggas is dyin' like lost files in the shuffle\n[02:49.69] We know you lyin', my nigga, naw, we don't trust you\n[02:52.33] We know you buy to sell it back to the public\n[02:54.98] 'Cause there's money to made in the killin' spree\n[02:57.91] That's why he tryna start a war on the Twitter feed\n[03:00.56] Somebody take this nigga's phone, is you kiddin' me?\n[03:02.95] Take them AKs up outta these Inner City streets\n[03:05.56] This shit gon' bang for at least six summers\n[03:10.72] But ain't shit gon' change for at least three summers\n[03:15.65] They tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother\n[03:21.33] Pop-pop-pop goes the shooter\n[03:23.72] Reform, reform shoulda came sooner\n[03:26.14] And so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain\n[03:28.90] Get the Coltrane and the Cobain\n[03:31.30] And so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain\n[03:34.21] Get the Coltrane and the Cobain\n[03:37.02] Dear Mr. President, it's evident that you don't give a damn\n[03:40.13] Shi- tell me somethin' that I don't know\n[03:42.69] All this fuckin' evidence and if it ever make it to the stand\n[03:45.29] Shi- you know they gon' let 'em go, bro\n[03:47.67] You was overseas stealin' niggas' land and oil\n[03:50.45] Billy copped the Desert Eag' and it's legal to tote it\n[03:52.90] Lil' nigga bullied out his Pumas\n[03:55.44] But why he have to shoot the whole school up?\n[03:57.84] And so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain\n[04:00.66] Get the Coltrane and the Cobain\n[04:03.19] And so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain\n[04:05.78] Get the Coltrane and the Cobain\n[04:08.90] This shit gon' bang at least six summers\n[04:11.20] (Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)\n[04:19.16] Word!\n[04:22.04] This shit gon' bang for at least six summers\n[04:27.09] But ain't shit gon' change for at least three summers\n[04:32.29] They tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother\n[04:37.74] Pop-pop-pop goes the shooter\n[04:40.00] Reform, reform shoulda came sooner\n[04:41.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 6 Summers\n artist: Anderson .Paak & The Free Nationals\n album: Oxnard\n duration_ms: 283032\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Wait a minute!\n start_ms: 0\n end_ms: 12280\n- text: Trump's got a love child and I hope that bitch is buckwild\n start_ms: 12280\n end_ms: 16880\n- text: I hope she sip Mezcal, I 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