[{"id":33858877,"name":"Batman Flow","trackName":"Batman Flow","artistName":"B.o.B","albumName":"No Genre","duration":196.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Soon as I enter, you know who it is-a\nIt's the representer from the east side of Atlanta\n\nThat's known as Decatur, I got my own lane\nBut I can't see the road, my rearview mirror's full of haters\n\nWouldn't wanna be ya, it's me they cannot battle\n\nYes I'm a mothership and you a boat without no paddles\nYes I am with the yacker, I'm a natural disaster\nI'm the reason that your mama tell you not to hang with rappers\nBut your mama is a minister and I'm her favorite rapper\nProbably cause she found out that my daddy was a pastor\nI wonder what she's after, but don't get it confused\nThere's no surprise, it's just another day in my shoes\nI'm like this\n\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nThings just ain't what I used to know\nThings just ain't what I used to know\n\nYes, well these niggas salty, high blood pressure\nAnd if you got that sodium nigga I got that pepper\nDon't step up, please fall back\n\nY'all can't ball, all y'all are wack\nHaters need hugs, you thugs need love\nAnd groupies falling hoes that the gold diggers dug\n\nThese niggas cynical cause I'm on that medicinal\nWhy they so sensitive? I guess they on they menstruals\nI don't need no pencil to be considered a general\nRegardless of my genre, yes I'm flawless man and generous\nWhen I'm in the club girls be jigging on they tippy toes\nSo she take me in like her vitamins and minerals\nYou ain't on my signal, you analog, I'm digital\nGrandmaster champion, someone turn my anthem on\nWhen my jam come on goddamn I blow shade off my yamaka\nLeaping over barriers like this was a triathlon\n\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nThings just ain't what I used to know\nThings just ain't what I used to know\n\nCause now I'm the everyday topic\nUnder a microscope so now I'm feeling microscopic\nMy shit was fading to black, niggas thought I was gothic\nBut made it to the next step like recovering alcoholics\n\nI bounce back like a Snoop DeVille with hydraulics\nAin't nothing but a G thang, nigga I'm the king of pain\nVeins filled with Novocaine so I ain't even feeling y'all\n\nI ain't even hearing y'all fingernails on a blackboard\nThey say the pen is way mightier than the sword\n\nSo I'ma spaz out to get inside the middle ward\nTo get my Grammy awards, 'til your faith is restored\nBy the lord of this rap shit, niggas got it backwards\nThat's not a part of factors, grew up in the hood\nBut was raised in the 'burbs, real pops was a nerd\nSo the military made me a man\nAnd they told me put my dreams in a can\nBut I still made it here, damn\n\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nThings just ain't what I used to know\nThings just ain't what I used to know","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Batman Flow\n artist: B.o.B\n album: No Genre\n duration_ms: 196000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Soon as I enter, you know who it is-a\n It's the representer from the east side of Atlanta\n\n That's known as Decatur, I got my own lane\n But I can't see the road, my rearview mirror's full of haters\n\n Wouldn't wanna be ya, it's me they cannot battle\n\n Yes I'm a mothership and you a boat without no paddles\n Yes I am with the yacker, I'm a natural disaster\n I'm the reason that your mama tell you not to hang with rappers\n But your mama is a minister and I'm her favorite rapper\n Probably cause she found out that my daddy was a pastor\n I wonder what she's after, but don't get it confused\n There's no surprise, it's just another day in my shoes\n I'm like this\n\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n\n Yes, well these niggas salty, high blood pressure\n And if you got that sodium nigga I got that pepper\n Don't step up, please fall back\n\n Y'all can't ball, all y'all are wack\n Haters need hugs, you thugs need love\n And groupies falling hoes that the gold diggers dug\n\n These niggas cynical cause I'm on that medicinal\n Why they so sensitive? I guess they on they menstruals\n I don't need no pencil to be considered a general\n Regardless of my genre, yes I'm flawless man and generous\n When I'm in the club girls be jigging on they tippy toes\n So she take me in like her vitamins and minerals\n You ain't on my signal, you analog, I'm digital\n Grandmaster champion, someone turn my anthem on\n When my jam come on goddamn I blow shade off my yamaka\n Leaping over barriers like this was a triathlon\n\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n\n Cause now I'm the everyday topic\n Under a microscope so now I'm feeling microscopic\n My shit was fading to black, niggas thought I was gothic\n But made it to the next step like recovering alcoholics\n\n I bounce back like a Snoop DeVille with hydraulics\n Ain't nothing but a G thang, nigga I'm the king of pain\n Veins filled with Novocaine so I ain't even feeling y'all\n\n I ain't even hearing y'all fingernails on a blackboard\n They say the pen is way mightier than the sword\n\n So I'ma spaz out to get inside the middle ward\n To get my Grammy awards, 'til your faith is restored\n By the lord of this rap shit, niggas got it backwards\n That's not a part of factors, grew up in the hood\n But was raised in the 'burbs, real pops was a nerd\n So the military made me a man\n And they told me put my dreams in a can\n But I still made it here, damn\n\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n"},{"id":33963043,"name":"Batman Flow","trackName":"Batman Flow","artistName":"B.o.B, Donnis","albumName":"No Genre","duration":196.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Soon as I enter, you know who it is-a\nIt's the representer from the east side of Atlanta\n\nThat's known as Decatur, I got my own lane\nBut I can't see the road, my rearview mirror's full of haters\n\nWouldn't wanna be ya, it's me they cannot battle\n\nYes I'm a mothership and you a boat without no paddles\nYes I am with the yacker, I'm a natural disaster\nI'm the reason that your mama tell you not to hang with rappers\nBut your mama is a minister and I'm her favorite rapper\nProbably cause she found out that my daddy was a pastor\nI wonder what she's after, but don't get it confused\nThere's no surprise, it's just another day in my shoes\nI'm like this\n\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nThings just ain't what I used to know\nThings just ain't what I used to know\n\nYes, well these niggas salty, high blood pressure\nAnd if you got that sodium nigga I got that pepper\nDon't step up, please fall back\n\nY'all can't ball, all y'all are wack\nHaters need hugs, you thugs need love\nAnd groupies falling hoes that the gold diggers dug\n\nThese niggas cynical cause I'm on that medicinal\nWhy they so sensitive? I guess they on they menstruals\nI don't need no pencil to be considered a general\nRegardless of my genre, yes I'm flawless man and generous\nWhen I'm in the club girls be jigging on they tippy toes\nSo she take me in like her vitamins and minerals\nYou ain't on my signal, you analog, I'm digital\nGrandmaster champion, someone turn my anthem on\nWhen my jam come on goddamn I blow shade off my yamaka\nLeaping over barriers like this was a triathlon\n\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nThings just ain't what I used to know\nThings just ain't what I used to know\n\nCause now I'm the everyday topic\nUnder a microscope so now I'm feeling microscopic\nMy shit was fading to black, niggas thought I was gothic\nBut made it to the next step like recovering alcoholics\n\nI bounce back like a Snoop DeVille with hydraulics\nAin't nothing but a G thang, nigga I'm the king of pain\nVeins filled with Novocaine so I ain't even feeling y'all\n\nI ain't even hearing y'all fingernails on a blackboard\nThey say the pen is way mightier than the sword\n\nSo I'ma spaz out to get inside the middle ward\nTo get my Grammy awards, 'til your faith is restored\nBy the lord of this rap shit, niggas got it backwards\nThat's not a part of factors, grew up in the hood\nBut was raised in the 'burbs, real pops was a nerd\nSo the military made me a man\nAnd they told me put my dreams in a can\nBut I still made it here, damn\n\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nThings just ain't what I used to know\nThings just ain't what I used to know","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Batman Flow\n artist: B.o.B, Donnis\n album: No Genre\n duration_ms: 196000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Soon as I enter, you know who it is-a\n It's the representer from the east side of Atlanta\n\n That's known as Decatur, I got my own lane\n But I can't see the road, my rearview mirror's full of haters\n\n Wouldn't wanna be ya, it's me they cannot battle\n\n Yes I'm a mothership and you a boat without no paddles\n Yes I am with the yacker, I'm a natural disaster\n I'm the reason that your mama tell you not to hang with rappers\n But your mama is a minister and I'm her favorite rapper\n Probably cause she found out that my daddy was a pastor\n I wonder what she's after, but don't get it confused\n There's no surprise, it's just another day in my shoes\n I'm like this\n\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n\n Yes, well these niggas salty, high blood pressure\n And if you got that sodium nigga I got that pepper\n Don't step up, please fall back\n\n Y'all can't ball, all y'all are wack\n Haters need hugs, you thugs need love\n And groupies falling hoes that the gold diggers dug\n\n These niggas cynical cause I'm on that medicinal\n Why they so sensitive? I guess they on they menstruals\n I don't need no pencil to be considered a general\n Regardless of my genre, yes I'm flawless man and generous\n When I'm in the club girls be jigging on they tippy toes\n So she take me in like her vitamins and minerals\n You ain't on my signal, you analog, I'm digital\n Grandmaster champion, someone turn my anthem on\n When my jam come on goddamn I blow shade off my yamaka\n Leaping over barriers like this was a triathlon\n\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n\n Cause now I'm the everyday topic\n Under a microscope so now I'm feeling microscopic\n My shit was fading to black, niggas thought I was gothic\n But made it to the next step like recovering alcoholics\n\n I bounce back like a Snoop DeVille with hydraulics\n Ain't nothing but a G thang, nigga I'm the king of pain\n Veins filled with Novocaine so I ain't even feeling y'all\n\n I ain't even hearing y'all fingernails on a blackboard\n They say the pen is way mightier than the sword\n\n So I'ma spaz out to get inside the middle ward\n To get my Grammy awards, 'til your faith is restored\n By the lord of this rap shit, niggas got it backwards\n That's not a part of factors, grew up in the hood\n But was raised in the 'burbs, real pops was a nerd\n So the military made me a man\n And they told me put my dreams in a can\n But I still made it here, damn\n\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n"},{"id":11595665,"name":"Batman Flow","trackName":"Batman Flow","artistName":"B.o.B feat. Donnis","albumName":"No Genre","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[B.o.B - Verse 1]\nSoon as I enter\nyou know who it is-a\nit's the representer from the East side of Atlanta\nthat's known as Decatur\nI got my own lane but I can't see the road\nmy rear view mirror's full of haters\nwouldn't wanna be ya\nits me they cannot battle\nyes I'm a mothership and you a boat without no paddle\nyes I am what they after\nI'm a natural born disaster\nI'm the reason your momma tell you not hang with rappers\nbut your momma is a minister and Im her favorite rapper\nprobably cause she found out that my daddy was a pastor\nI wonder what she's after\nbut don't get it confused\ntheres no surprise, it's just another day in my shoes\n\n[Chorus]\nEvery other city we go\nevery other city we go\nit's just a different day with the same sh-t\nit's just a different day with the same sh-t\nEvery other city we go\nevery other city we go\nthings just aint what I used to know\nthings just aint what I used to know\n\n[B.o.B - Verse 2]\nYeah, well these n-ggas salty\nhigh blood pressure\nif you got that sodium, n-gga I got that pepper\ndon't step up, please fall back\ny'all can't ball, all y'all are wack\nhaters need hugs, you thugs need love\nand groupies fall in holes that gold diggers dug\nthese n-ggas cynical cause I'm on there medicinal\n\nwhy they so sensitive, I guess they on their menstruals\nI don't need no, come consider the general\nregardless of my genre yes, I'm flawless in general\nwhen I'm in the club\ngirls be jigging on they tippy toes\nso she take me in like her vitamins and minerals\nyou aint on my signal, you analogue or digital\ngrand hustle champion, someone turn my anthem on\nwhen my jam come on, God damn I blow straight up\nI am a bomb\nleaping over barriers like this was a triathalon\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\nNow I'm the everyday topic\nim under the microscope so I'm feeling microscopic\nmy sh-t was fading to black\nn-ggas thought I was gothic but made it to the next step\nlike recovering alcoholics\nI bounce back like a snoop deville of hydraulics\naint nothing but a g-thang\nn-gga I'm the king of pain\nveins filled with novacane\nso I aint even feeling y'all\nI aint even hearing y'all\nfingernails on a blackboard\nthey say the pen is way mightier than the sword\nso I'mma spaz out to get inside the mental ward\nget me grammy awards\ntil your faith is restored by the lord of this rap sh-t\nn-ggas got it backwards, lets line up all the factors\ngrew up in the hood but was raised in the burbs\nwhere pops was'nt there so the military made me a man\nand they told me, put my dreams in the can\nbut I still made it here, damn\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Batman Flow\n artist: B.o.B feat. Donnis\n album: No Genre\n duration_ms: 198000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [B.o.B - Verse 1]\n Soon as I enter\n you know who it is-a\n it's the representer from the East side of Atlanta\n that's known as Decatur\n I got my own lane but I can't see the road\n my rear view mirror's full of haters\n wouldn't wanna be ya\n its me they cannot battle\n yes I'm a mothership and you a boat without no paddle\n yes I am what they after\n I'm a natural born disaster\n I'm the reason your momma tell you not hang with rappers\n but your momma is a minister and Im her favorite rapper\n probably cause she found out that my daddy was a pastor\n I wonder what she's after\n but don't get it confused\n theres no surprise, it's just another day in my shoes\n\n [Chorus]\n Every other city we go\n every other city we go\n it's just a different day with the same sh-t\n it's just a different day with the same sh-t\n Every other city we go\n every other city we go\n things just aint what I used to know\n things just aint what I used to know\n\n [B.o.B - Verse 2]\n Yeah, well these n-ggas salty\n high blood pressure\n if you got that sodium, n-gga I got that pepper\n don't step up, please fall back\n y'all can't ball, all y'all are wack\n haters need hugs, you thugs need love\n and groupies fall in holes that gold diggers dug\n these n-ggas cynical cause I'm on there medicinal\n\n why they so sensitive, I guess they on their menstruals\n I don't need no, come consider the general\n regardless of my genre yes, I'm flawless in general\n when I'm in the club\n girls be jigging on they tippy toes\n so she take me in like her vitamins and minerals\n you aint on my signal, you analogue or digital\n grand hustle champion, someone turn my anthem on\n when my jam come on, God damn I blow straight up\n I am a bomb\n leaping over barriers like this was a triathalon\n\n [Chorus]\n\n [Verse 3]\n Now I'm the everyday topic\n im under the microscope so I'm feeling microscopic\n my sh-t was fading to black\n n-ggas thought I was gothic but made it to the next step\n like recovering alcoholics\n I bounce back like a snoop deville of hydraulics\n aint nothing but a g-thang\n n-gga I'm the king of pain\n veins filled with novacane\n so I aint even feeling y'all\n I aint even hearing y'all\n fingernails on a blackboard\n they say the pen is way mightier than the sword\n so I'mma spaz out to get inside the mental ward\n get me grammy awards\n til your faith is restored by the lord of this rap sh-t\n n-ggas got it backwards, lets line up all the factors\n grew up in the hood but was raised in the burbs\n where pops was'nt there so the military made me a man\n and they told me, put my dreams in the can\n but I still made it here, damn\n\n [Chorus]\n"},{"id":35355659,"name":"Batman Flow - feat. 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I guess they on they menstruals\nI don't need no pencil to be considered a general\nRegardless of my genre, yes I'm flawless man and generous\nWhen I'm in the club girls be jigging on they tippy toes\nSo she take me in like her vitamins and minerals\nYou ain't on my signal, you analog, I'm digital\nGrandmaster champion, someone turn my anthem on\nWhen my jam come on goddamn I blow shade off my yamaka\nLeaping over barriers like this was a triathlon\n\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nThings just ain't what I used to know\nThings just ain't what I used to know\n\nCause now I'm the everyday topic\nUnder a microscope so now I'm feeling microscopic\nMy shit was fading to black, niggas thought I was gothic\nBut made it to the next step like recovering alcoholics\n\nI bounce back like a Snoop DeVille with hydraulics\nAin't nothing but a G thang, nigga I'm the king of pain\nVeins filled with Novocaine so I ain't even feeling y'all\n\nI ain't even hearing y'all fingernails on a blackboard\nThey say the pen is way mightier than the sword\n\nSo I'ma spaz out to get inside the middle ward\nTo get my Grammy awards, 'til your faith is restored\nBy the lord of this rap shit, niggas got it backwards\nThat's not a part of factors, grew up in the hood\nBut was raised in the 'burbs, real pops was a nerd\nSo the military made me a man\nAnd they told me put my dreams in a can\nBut I still made it here, damn\n\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nIt's just a different day with the same shit\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other city we go\nThings just ain't what I used to know\nThings just ain't what I used to know","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Batman Flow - feat. Donnis - (\n artist: B.o.B\n album: No Genre\n duration_ms: 196000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Soon as I enter, you know who it is-a\n It's the representer from the east side of Atlanta\n\n That's known as Decatur, I got my own lane\n But I can't see the road, my rearview mirror's full of haters\n\n Wouldn't wanna be ya, it's me they cannot battle\n\n Yes I'm a mothership and you a boat without no paddles\n Yes I am with the yacker, I'm a natural disaster\n I'm the reason that your mama tell you not to hang with rappers\n But your mama is a minister and I'm her favorite rapper\n Probably cause she found out that my daddy was a pastor\n I wonder what she's after, but don't get it confused\n There's no surprise, it's just another day in my shoes\n I'm like this\n\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n\n Yes, well these niggas salty, high blood pressure\n And if you got that sodium nigga I got that pepper\n Don't step up, please fall back\n\n Y'all can't ball, all y'all are wack\n Haters need hugs, you thugs need love\n And groupies falling hoes that the gold diggers dug\n\n These niggas cynical cause I'm on that medicinal\n Why they so sensitive? I guess they on they menstruals\n I don't need no pencil to be considered a general\n Regardless of my genre, yes I'm flawless man and generous\n When I'm in the club girls be jigging on they tippy toes\n So she take me in like her vitamins and minerals\n You ain't on my signal, you analog, I'm digital\n Grandmaster champion, someone turn my anthem on\n When my jam come on goddamn I blow shade off my yamaka\n Leaping over barriers like this was a triathlon\n\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n\n Cause now I'm the everyday topic\n Under a microscope so now I'm feeling microscopic\n My shit was fading to black, niggas thought I was gothic\n But made it to the next step like recovering alcoholics\n\n I bounce back like a Snoop DeVille with hydraulics\n Ain't nothing but a G thang, nigga I'm the king of pain\n Veins filled with Novocaine so I ain't even feeling y'all\n\n I ain't even hearing y'all fingernails on a blackboard\n They say the pen is way mightier than the sword\n\n So I'ma spaz out to get inside the middle ward\n To get my Grammy awards, 'til your faith is restored\n By the lord of this rap shit, niggas got it backwards\n That's not a part of factors, grew up in the hood\n But was raised in the 'burbs, real pops was a nerd\n So the military made me a man\n And they told me put my dreams in a can\n But I still made it here, damn\n\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n It's just a different day with the same shit\n Every other city we go\n Every other city we go\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n Things just ain't what I used to know\n"},{"id":38772993,"name":"Batman Flow (Feat. 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