[{"id":6972499,"name":"Lunatics in the Grass","trackName":"Lunatics in the Grass","artistName":"B‐Real","albumName":"Bulworth: The Soundtrack","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Psycho Realm)\n\n[Intro]\n\nStraight from the Psycho Ward\nOnce again\n\n[Verse One: B-Real]\n\nPsycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal\nLookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner\nIn the combat, the banana leaf control\nA sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold\nYou going crazy, can't understand\nWhy you never face me? Don't foil the plan!\nHead-to-head combat, I'm on that mission\nYou wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!\nSick-o!\nStrumming through the hall, yes y'all!\nHear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A\nThey all wanna raid my spot and take hits\nBut I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits\nInsane, crazy in the head it's lead!\nI'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!\nActions allowing the words to barrage in\nFrom having all the way down, to the depths of Hell\nYou hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost\nYou a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?\n\n[Chorus]\n\nLooney, lunatic turned sick\nPsycho, crazy in the head, I go\nCan't keep my head straight from the laws I break\nYou too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!\n\n[Verse Two: Jacken]\n\nFor those who really don't understand\nWhy we, going insane, just acting crazy!\nBuggin' now from, all the things I see\nAll tread bad and I meant in 3D\nWe be the psycho doers, turned killers\nOnly to survive all these street cop killers\nI'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting\nEven if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting\nIt ain't no thing but mad\nYou better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath\nGame over, I'm intoxicated, never sober\nWhen one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!\nThe only reason why I say this\nIs because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping\nOne can only maintain, for so long\n'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn\nNow you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless\nOnly known from crazy acts, making you famous\n\n[Verse Three: B-Real]\n\nI'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel\nWhen I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!\nIf the criminal element, unfolding\nBut the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit\nBreaking out the .45 sick, to get live\nIf you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface\nSick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!\nI'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'\nWe dippin' now, you make me wanna shout\nTalk about, my mental state\nThink I need to rehabilitate\nWipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait\nBut don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!\nGet your ass on, you pass on, we blast on\nThe gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!\nPsycho assassins smashing your membrane\nLunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!\n\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lunatics in the Grass\n  artist: B‐Real\n  album: 'Bulworth: The Soundtrack'\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Psycho Realm)\n\n  [Intro]\n\n  Straight from the Psycho Ward\n  Once again\n\n  [Verse One: B-Real]\n\n  Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal\n  Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner\n  In the combat, the banana leaf control\n  A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold\n  You going crazy, can't understand\n  Why you never face me? Don't foil the plan!\n  Head-to-head combat, I'm on that mission\n  You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!\n  Sick-o!\n  Strumming through the hall, yes y'all!\n  Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A\n  They all wanna raid my spot and take hits\n  But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits\n  Insane, crazy in the head it's lead!\n  I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!\n  Actions allowing the words to barrage in\n  From having all the way down, to the depths of Hell\n  You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost\n  You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Looney, lunatic turned sick\n  Psycho, crazy in the head, I go\n  Can't keep my head straight from the laws I break\n  You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!\n\n  [Verse Two: Jacken]\n\n  For those who really don't understand\n  Why we, going insane, just acting crazy!\n  Buggin' now from, all the things I see\n  All tread bad and I meant in 3D\n  We be the psycho doers, turned killers\n  Only to survive all these street cop killers\n  I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting\n  Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting\n  It ain't no thing but mad\n  You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath\n  Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober\n  When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!\n  The only reason why I say this\n  Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping\n  One can only maintain, for so long\n  'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn\n  Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless\n  Only known from crazy acts, making you famous\n\n  [Verse Three: B-Real]\n\n  I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel\n  When I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!\n  If the criminal element, unfolding\n  But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit\n  Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live\n  If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface\n  Sick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!\n  I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'\n  We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout\n  Talk about, my mental state\n  Think I need to rehabilitate\n  Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait\n  But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!\n  Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on\n  The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!\n  Psycho assassins smashing your membrane\n  Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n"},{"id":6972498,"name":"Lunatics In The Grass","trackName":"Lunatics In The Grass","artistName":"B-Real","albumName":"Bulworth The Soundtrack","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Psycho Realm)\n\n[Intro]\n\nStraight from the Psycho Ward\nOnce again\n\n[Verse One: B-Real]\n\nPsycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal\nLookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner\nIn the combat, the banana leaf control\nA sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold\nYou going crazy, can't understand\nWhy you never face me? Don't foil the plan!\nHead-to-head combat, I'm on that mission\nYou wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!\nSick-o!\nStrumming through the hall, yes y'all!\nHear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A\nThey all wanna raid my spot and take hits\nBut I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits\nInsane, crazy in the head it's lead!\nI'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!\nActions allowing the words to barrage in\nFrom having all the way down, to the depths of Hell\nYou hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost\nYou a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?\n\n[Chorus]\n\nLooney, lunatic turned sick\nPsycho, crazy in the head, I go\nCan't keep my head straight from the laws I break\nYou too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!\n\n[Verse Two: Jacken]\n\nFor those who really don't understand\nWhy we, going insane, just acting crazy!\nBuggin' now from, all the things I see\nAll tread bad and I meant in 3D\nWe be the psycho doers, turned killers\nOnly to survive all these street cop killers\nI'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting\nEven if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting\nIt ain't no thing but mad\nYou better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath\nGame over, I'm intoxicated, never sober\nWhen one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!\nThe only reason why I say this\nIs because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping\nOne can only maintain, for so long\n'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn\nNow you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless\nOnly known from crazy acts, making you famous\n\n[Verse Three: B-Real]\n\nI'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel\nWhen I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!\nIf the criminal element, unfolding\nBut the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit\nBreaking out the .45 sick, to get live\nIf you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface\nSick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!\nI'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'\nWe dippin' now, you make me wanna shout\nTalk about, my mental state\nThink I need to rehabilitate\nWipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait\nBut don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!\nGet your ass on, you pass on, we blast on\nThe gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!\nPsycho assassins smashing your membrane\nLunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!\n\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lunatics In The Grass\n  artist: B-Real\n  album: Bulworth The Soundtrack\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Psycho Realm)\n\n  [Intro]\n\n  Straight from the Psycho Ward\n  Once again\n\n  [Verse One: B-Real]\n\n  Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal\n  Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner\n  In the combat, the banana leaf control\n  A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold\n  You going crazy, can't understand\n  Why you never face me? Don't foil the plan!\n  Head-to-head combat, I'm on that mission\n  You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!\n  Sick-o!\n  Strumming through the hall, yes y'all!\n  Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A\n  They all wanna raid my spot and take hits\n  But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits\n  Insane, crazy in the head it's lead!\n  I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!\n  Actions allowing the words to barrage in\n  From having all the way down, to the depths of Hell\n  You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost\n  You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Looney, lunatic turned sick\n  Psycho, crazy in the head, I go\n  Can't keep my head straight from the laws I break\n  You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!\n\n  [Verse Two: Jacken]\n\n  For those who really don't understand\n  Why we, going insane, just acting crazy!\n  Buggin' now from, all the things I see\n  All tread bad and I meant in 3D\n  We be the psycho doers, turned killers\n  Only to survive all these street cop killers\n  I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting\n  Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting\n  It ain't no thing but mad\n  You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath\n  Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober\n  When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!\n  The only reason why I say this\n  Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping\n  One can only maintain, for so long\n  'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn\n  Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless\n  Only known from crazy acts, making you famous\n\n  [Verse Three: B-Real]\n\n  I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel\n  When I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!\n  If the criminal element, unfolding\n  But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit\n  Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live\n  If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface\n  Sick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!\n  I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'\n  We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout\n  Talk about, my mental state\n  Think I need to rehabilitate\n  Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait\n  But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!\n  Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on\n  The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!\n  Psycho assassins smashing your membrane\n  Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n"},{"id":7142324,"name":"Lunatics In The Grass","trackName":"Lunatics In The Grass","artistName":"B‐Real","albumName":"Bulworth (Soundtrack)","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Psycho Realm)\n\n[Intro]\n\nStraight from the Psycho Ward\nOnce again\n\n[Verse One: B-Real]\n\nPsycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal\nLookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner\nIn the combat, the banana leaf control\nA sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold\nYou going crazy, can't understand\nWhy you never face me? Don't foil the plan!\nHead-to-head combat, I'm on that mission\nYou wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!\nSick-o!\nStrumming through the hall, yes y'all!\nHear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A\nThey all wanna raid my spot and take hits\nBut I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits\nInsane, crazy in the head it's lead!\nI'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!\nActions allowing the words to barrage in\nFrom having all the way down, to the depths of Hell\nYou hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost\nYou a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?\n\n[Chorus]\n\nLooney, lunatic turned sick\nPsycho, crazy in the head, I go\nCan't keep my head straight from the laws I break\nYou too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!\n\n[Verse Two: Jacken]\n\nFor those who really don't understand\nWhy we, going insane, just acting crazy!\nBuggin' now from, all the things I see\nAll tread bad and I meant in 3D\nWe be the psycho doers, turned killers\nOnly to survive all these street cop killers\nI'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting\nEven if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting\nIt ain't no thing but mad\nYou better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath\nGame over, I'm intoxicated, never sober\nWhen one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!\nThe only reason why I say this\nIs because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping\nOne can only maintain, for so long\n'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn\nNow you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless\nOnly known from crazy acts, making you famous\n\n[Verse Three: B-Real]\n\nI'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel\nWhen I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!\nIf the criminal element, unfolding\nBut the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit\nBreaking out the .45 sick, to get live\nIf you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface\nSick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!\nI'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'\nWe dippin' now, you make me wanna shout\nTalk about, my mental state\nThink I need to rehabilitate\nWipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait\nBut don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!\nGet your ass on, you pass on, we blast on\nThe gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!\nPsycho assassins smashing your membrane\nLunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!\n\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lunatics In The Grass\n  artist: B‐Real\n  album: Bulworth (Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Psycho Realm)\n\n  [Intro]\n\n  Straight from the Psycho Ward\n  Once again\n\n  [Verse One: B-Real]\n\n  Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal\n  Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner\n  In the combat, the banana leaf control\n  A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold\n  You going crazy, can't understand\n  Why you never face me? Don't foil the plan!\n  Head-to-head combat, I'm on that mission\n  You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!\n  Sick-o!\n  Strumming through the hall, yes y'all!\n  Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A\n  They all wanna raid my spot and take hits\n  But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits\n  Insane, crazy in the head it's lead!\n  I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!\n  Actions allowing the words to barrage in\n  From having all the way down, to the depths of Hell\n  You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost\n  You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Looney, lunatic turned sick\n  Psycho, crazy in the head, I go\n  Can't keep my head straight from the laws I break\n  You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!\n\n  [Verse Two: Jacken]\n\n  For those who really don't understand\n  Why we, going insane, just acting crazy!\n  Buggin' now from, all the things I see\n  All tread bad and I meant in 3D\n  We be the psycho doers, turned killers\n  Only to survive all these street cop killers\n  I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting\n  Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting\n  It ain't no thing but mad\n  You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath\n  Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober\n  When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!\n  The only reason why I say this\n  Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping\n  One can only maintain, for so long\n  'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn\n  Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless\n  Only known from crazy acts, making you famous\n\n  [Verse Three: B-Real]\n\n  I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel\n  When I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!\n  If the criminal element, unfolding\n  But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit\n  Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live\n  If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface\n  Sick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!\n  I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'\n  We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout\n  Talk about, my mental state\n  Think I need to rehabilitate\n  Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait\n  But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!\n  Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on\n  The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!\n  Psycho assassins smashing your membrane\n  Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n"},{"id":33299791,"name":"Lunatics in the Grass","trackName":"Lunatics in the Grass","artistName":"B Real","albumName":"Bulworth [Original Soundtrack]","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Psycho Realm)\n\n[Intro]\n\nStraight from the Psycho Ward\nOnce again\n\n[Verse One: B-Real]\n\nPsycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal\nLookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner\nIn the combat, the banana leaf control\nA sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold\nYou going crazy, can't understand\nWhy you never face me? Don't foil the plan!\nHead-to-head combat, I'm on that mission\nYou wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!\nSick-o!\nStrumming through the hall, yes y'all!\nHear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A\nThey all wanna raid my spot and take hits\nBut I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits\nInsane, crazy in the head it's lead!\nI'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!\nActions allowing the words to barrage in\nFrom having all the way down, to the depths of Hell\nYou hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost\nYou a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?\n\n[Chorus]\n\nLooney, lunatic turned sick\nPsycho, crazy in the head, I go\nCan't keep my head straight from the laws I break\nYou too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!\n\n[Verse Two: Jacken]\n\nFor those who really don't understand\nWhy we, going insane, just acting crazy!\nBuggin' now from, all the things I see\nAll tread bad and I meant in 3D\nWe be the psycho doers, turned killers\nOnly to survive all these street cop killers\nI'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting\nEven if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting\nIt ain't no thing but mad\nYou better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath\nGame over, I'm intoxicated, never sober\nWhen one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!\nThe only reason why I say this\nIs because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping\nOne can only maintain, for so long\n'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn\nNow you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless\nOnly known from crazy acts, making you famous\n\n[Verse Three: B-Real]\n\nI'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel\nWhen I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!\nIf the criminal element, unfolding\nBut the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit\nBreaking out the .45 sick, to get live\nIf you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface\nSick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!\nI'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'\nWe dippin' now, you make me wanna shout\nTalk about, my mental state\nThink I need to rehabilitate\nWipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait\nBut don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!\nGet your ass on, you pass on, we blast on\nThe gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!\nPsycho assassins smashing your membrane\nLunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!\n\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lunatics in the Grass\n  artist: B Real\n  album: Bulworth [Original Soundtrack]\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Psycho Realm)\n\n  [Intro]\n\n  Straight from the Psycho Ward\n  Once again\n\n  [Verse One: B-Real]\n\n  Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal\n  Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner\n  In the combat, the banana leaf control\n  A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold\n  You going crazy, can't understand\n  Why you never face me? Don't foil the plan!\n  Head-to-head combat, I'm on that mission\n  You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!\n  Sick-o!\n  Strumming through the hall, yes y'all!\n  Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A\n  They all wanna raid my spot and take hits\n  But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits\n  Insane, crazy in the head it's lead!\n  I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!\n  Actions allowing the words to barrage in\n  From having all the way down, to the depths of Hell\n  You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost\n  You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Looney, lunatic turned sick\n  Psycho, crazy in the head, I go\n  Can't keep my head straight from the laws I break\n  You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!\n\n  [Verse Two: Jacken]\n\n  For those who really don't understand\n  Why we, going insane, just acting crazy!\n  Buggin' now from, all the things I see\n  All tread bad and I meant in 3D\n  We be the psycho doers, turned killers\n  Only to survive all these street cop killers\n  I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting\n  Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting\n  It ain't no thing but mad\n  You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath\n  Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober\n  When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!\n  The only reason why I say this\n  Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping\n  One can only maintain, for so long\n  'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn\n  Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless\n  Only known from crazy acts, making you famous\n\n  [Verse Three: B-Real]\n\n  I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel\n  When I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!\n  If the criminal element, unfolding\n  But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit\n  Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live\n  If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface\n  Sick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!\n  I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'\n  We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout\n  Talk about, my mental state\n  Think I need to rehabilitate\n  Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait\n  But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!\n  Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on\n  The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!\n  Psycho assassins smashing your membrane\n  Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n"},{"id":33373430,"name":"Lunatics In The Grass","trackName":"Lunatics In The Grass","artistName":"B Real","albumName":"Bulworth (Soundtrack)","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Psycho Realm)\n\n[Intro]\n\nStraight from the Psycho Ward\nOnce again\n\n[Verse One: B-Real]\n\nPsycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal\nLookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner\nIn the combat, the banana leaf control\nA sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold\nYou going crazy, can't understand\nWhy you never face me? Don't foil the plan!\nHead-to-head combat, I'm on that mission\nYou wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!\nSick-o!\nStrumming through the hall, yes y'all!\nHear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A\nThey all wanna raid my spot and take hits\nBut I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits\nInsane, crazy in the head it's lead!\nI'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!\nActions allowing the words to barrage in\nFrom having all the way down, to the depths of Hell\nYou hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost\nYou a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?\n\n[Chorus]\n\nLooney, lunatic turned sick\nPsycho, crazy in the head, I go\nCan't keep my head straight from the laws I break\nYou too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!\n\n[Verse Two: Jacken]\n\nFor those who really don't understand\nWhy we, going insane, just acting crazy!\nBuggin' now from, all the things I see\nAll tread bad and I meant in 3D\nWe be the psycho doers, turned killers\nOnly to survive all these street cop killers\nI'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting\nEven if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting\nIt ain't no thing but mad\nYou better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath\nGame over, I'm intoxicated, never sober\nWhen one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!\nThe only reason why I say this\nIs because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping\nOne can only maintain, for so long\n'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn\nNow you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless\nOnly known from crazy acts, making you famous\n\n[Verse Three: B-Real]\n\nI'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel\nWhen I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!\nIf the criminal element, unfolding\nBut the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit\nBreaking out the .45 sick, to get live\nIf you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface\nSick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!\nI'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'\nWe dippin' now, you make me wanna shout\nTalk about, my mental state\nThink I need to rehabilitate\nWipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait\nBut don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!\nGet your ass on, you pass on, we blast on\nThe gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!\nPsycho assassins smashing your membrane\nLunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!\n\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lunatics In The Grass\n  artist: B Real\n  album: Bulworth (Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Psycho Realm)\n\n  [Intro]\n\n  Straight from the Psycho Ward\n  Once again\n\n  [Verse One: B-Real]\n\n  Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal\n  Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner\n  In the combat, the banana leaf control\n  A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold\n  You going crazy, can't understand\n  Why you never face me? Don't foil the plan!\n  Head-to-head combat, I'm on that mission\n  You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!\n  Sick-o!\n  Strumming through the hall, yes y'all!\n  Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A\n  They all wanna raid my spot and take hits\n  But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits\n  Insane, crazy in the head it's lead!\n  I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!\n  Actions allowing the words to barrage in\n  From having all the way down, to the depths of Hell\n  You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost\n  You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Looney, lunatic turned sick\n  Psycho, crazy in the head, I go\n  Can't keep my head straight from the laws I break\n  You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!\n\n  [Verse Two: Jacken]\n\n  For those who really don't understand\n  Why we, going insane, just acting crazy!\n  Buggin' now from, all the things I see\n  All tread bad and I meant in 3D\n  We be the psycho doers, turned killers\n  Only to survive all these street cop killers\n  I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting\n  Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting\n  It ain't no thing but mad\n  You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath\n  Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober\n  When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!\n  The only reason why I say this\n  Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping\n  One can only maintain, for so long\n  'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn\n  Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless\n  Only known from crazy acts, making you famous\n\n  [Verse Three: B-Real]\n\n  I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel\n  When I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!\n  If the criminal element, unfolding\n  But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit\n  Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live\n  If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface\n  Sick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!\n  I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'\n  We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout\n  Talk about, my mental state\n  Think I need to rehabilitate\n  Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait\n  But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!\n  Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on\n  The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!\n  Psycho assassins smashing your membrane\n  Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n"},{"id":26401674,"name":"Lunatics In The Grass","trackName":"Lunatics In The Grass","artistName":"B-Real","albumName":"Bulworth","duration":210.721088,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Psycho Realm)\n\n[Intro]\n\nStraight from the Psycho Ward\nOnce again\n\n[Verse One: B-Real]\n\nPsycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal\nLookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner\nIn the combat, the banana leaf control\nA sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold\nYou going crazy, can't understand\nWhy you never face me? Don't foil the plan!\nHead-to-head combat, I'm on that mission\nYou wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!\nSick-o!\nStrumming through the hall, yes y'all!\nHear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A\nThey all wanna raid my spot and take hits\nBut I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits\nInsane, crazy in the head it's lead!\nI'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!\nActions allowing the words to barrage in\nFrom having all the way down, to the depths of Hell\nYou hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost\nYou a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?\n\n[Chorus]\n\nLooney, lunatic turned sick\nPsycho, crazy in the head, I go\nCan't keep my head straight from the laws I break\nYou too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!\n\n[Verse Two: Jacken]\n\nFor those who really don't understand\nWhy we, going insane, just acting crazy!\nBuggin' now from, all the things I see\nAll tread bad and I meant in 3D\nWe be the psycho doers, turned killers\nOnly to survive all these street cop killers\nI'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting\nEven if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting\nIt ain't no thing but mad\nYou better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath\nGame over, I'm intoxicated, never sober\nWhen one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!\nThe only reason why I say this\nIs because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping\nOne can only maintain, for so long\n'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn\nNow you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless\nOnly known from crazy acts, making you famous\n\n[Verse Three: B-Real]\n\nI'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel\nWhen I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!\nIf the criminal element, unfolding\nBut the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit\nBreaking out the .45 sick, to get live\nIf you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface\nSick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!\nI'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'\nWe dippin' now, you make me wanna shout\nTalk about, my mental state\nThink I need to rehabilitate\nWipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait\nBut don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!\nGet your ass on, you pass on, we blast on\nThe gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!\nPsycho assassins smashing your membrane\nLunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!\n\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lunatics In The Grass\n  artist: B-Real\n  album: Bulworth\n  duration_ms: 210721\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Psycho Realm)\n\n  [Intro]\n\n  Straight from the Psycho Ward\n  Once again\n\n  [Verse One: B-Real]\n\n  Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal\n  Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner\n  In the combat, the banana leaf control\n  A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold\n  You going crazy, can't understand\n  Why you never face me? Don't foil the plan!\n  Head-to-head combat, I'm on that mission\n  You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!\n  Sick-o!\n  Strumming through the hall, yes y'all!\n  Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A\n  They all wanna raid my spot and take hits\n  But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits\n  Insane, crazy in the head it's lead!\n  I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!\n  Actions allowing the words to barrage in\n  From having all the way down, to the depths of Hell\n  You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost\n  You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Looney, lunatic turned sick\n  Psycho, crazy in the head, I go\n  Can't keep my head straight from the laws I break\n  You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!\n\n  [Verse Two: Jacken]\n\n  For those who really don't understand\n  Why we, going insane, just acting crazy!\n  Buggin' now from, all the things I see\n  All tread bad and I meant in 3D\n  We be the psycho doers, turned killers\n  Only to survive all these street cop killers\n  I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting\n  Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting\n  It ain't no thing but mad\n  You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath\n  Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober\n  When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!\n  The only reason why I say this\n  Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping\n  One can only maintain, for so long\n  'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn\n  Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless\n  Only known from crazy acts, making you famous\n\n  [Verse Three: B-Real]\n\n  I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel\n  When I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!\n  If the criminal element, unfolding\n  But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit\n  Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live\n  If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface\n  Sick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!\n  I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'\n  We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout\n  Talk about, my mental state\n  Think I need to rehabilitate\n  Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait\n  But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!\n  Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on\n  The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!\n  Psycho assassins smashing your membrane\n  Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n"},{"id":14084731,"name":"Lunatics In The Grass - Soundtrack Version (Edit)","trackName":"Lunatics In The Grass - Soundtrack Version (Edit)","artistName":"B-Real","albumName":"Bulworth The Soundtrack","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Straight from the Psycho Ward\nOnce again\n\nPsycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal\nLookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner\nIn the combat, the banana leaf control\nA sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold\nYou going crazy, can't understand\nWhy you never face me? Don't foil the plan!\nHead-to-head combat, I'm on that mission\nYou wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!\nSick-o!\nStrumming through the hall, yes y'all!\nHear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A\nThey all wanna raid my spot and take hits\nBut I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits\nInsane, crazy in the head it's lead!\nI'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!\nActions allowing the words to barrage in\nFrom having all the way down, to the depths of Hell\nYou hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost\nYou a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?\n\nLooney, lunatic turned sick\nPsycho, crazy in the head, I go\nCan't keep my head straight from the laws I break\nYou too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!\n\nFor those who really don't understand\nWhy we, going insane, just acting crazy!\nBuggin' now from, all the things I see\nAll tread bad and I meant in 3D\nWe be the psycho doers, turned killers\nOnly to survive all these street cop killers\nI'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting\nEven if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting\nIt ain't no thing but mad\nYou better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath\nGame over, I'm intoxicated, never sober\nWhen one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!\nThe only reason why I say this\nIs because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping\nOne can only maintain, for so long\n'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn\nNow you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless\nOnly known from crazy acts, making you famous\n\nI'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel\nWhen I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!\nIf the criminal element, unfolding\nBut the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit\nBreaking out the .45 sick, to get live\nIf you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface\nSick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!\nI'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'\nWe dippin' now, you make me wanna shout\nTalk about, my mental state\nThink I need to rehabilitate\nWipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait\nBut don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!\nGet your ass on, you pass on, we blast on\nThe gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!\nPsycho assassins smashing your membrane\nLunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lunatics In The Grass - Soundtrack Version (Edit)\n  artist: B-Real\n  album: Bulworth The Soundtrack\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Straight from the Psycho Ward\n  Once again\n\n  Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal\n  Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner\n  In the combat, the banana leaf control\n  A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold\n  You going crazy, can't understand\n  Why you never face me? Don't foil the plan!\n  Head-to-head combat, I'm on that mission\n  You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!\n  Sick-o!\n  Strumming through the hall, yes y'all!\n  Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A\n  They all wanna raid my spot and take hits\n  But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits\n  Insane, crazy in the head it's lead!\n  I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!\n  Actions allowing the words to barrage in\n  From having all the way down, to the depths of Hell\n  You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost\n  You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?\n\n  Looney, lunatic turned sick\n  Psycho, crazy in the head, I go\n  Can't keep my head straight from the laws I break\n  You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!\n\n  For those who really don't understand\n  Why we, going insane, just acting crazy!\n  Buggin' now from, all the things I see\n  All tread bad and I meant in 3D\n  We be the psycho doers, turned killers\n  Only to survive all these street cop killers\n  I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting\n  Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting\n  It ain't no thing but mad\n  You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath\n  Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober\n  When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!\n  The only reason why I say this\n  Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping\n  One can only maintain, for so long\n  'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn\n  Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless\n  Only known from crazy acts, making you famous\n\n  I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel\n  When I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!\n  If the criminal element, unfolding\n  But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit\n  Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live\n  If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface\n  Sick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!\n  I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'\n  We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout\n  Talk about, my mental state\n  Think I need to rehabilitate\n  Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait\n  But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!\n  Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on\n  The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!\n  Psycho assassins smashing your membrane\n  Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!\n"}]