[{"id":36746575,"name":"KAWASAKI (with Big Sean)","trackName":"KAWASAKI (with Big Sean)","artistName":"ONE OR EIGHT/Big Sean","albumName":"Billboard JAPAN Hot 100 (2024-12-25)","duration":126.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Woah Woah Woah\nOne or eight\nYeah\nYeah we just touched down in Japan\nYou already know man it's up\nLet's go\n\nZOOM!\nEverybody move (yeh)\nWho want to battle me?\nI'm doing tricks in the party just give me some room (Watch Out)\nI don't got nothing to lose\n\nSomebody cut off the lights\nTorque it, bend it, speed it (fast)\nSomebody cut off the lights\nWho wanna party let's bring out the bikes!\n(Let's go)\n\nYou can hear the engine purring this ain't silence of the lamb\n(SSSHHHH)\nPut this thing in motorsport I love to swerve it with no hands\n(Crazy)\nTaking over with the gang I'm riding til' the wheels burst\n(BOOM)\nBMX the Kawasaki I might let you see it first\n\nMy demons riding don't show em' mercy\n(No Mercy)\nI might start a fire with no windows (Cut off the roof)\nMy demons riding don't show em' mercy\n(No Mercy)\nI might start a fire with no windows (Cut off the roof)\n\nKAWASAKI (Go faster)\nKAWASAKI (Go faster)\nKAWASAKI (Go faster)\nBreak the dash\nKAWASAKI (Go faster)\nKAWASAKI (Go faster)\nKAWASAKI (Go faster)\nBreak the dash\n\nBeat knocking only time you knock me\nAnd I'm crashing out no point in trying to stop me\nAnd I'm out of pocket going Tamagotchi\nI'm with one or eight somewhere in Miyazaki\nShe wanna ride me like a what?\nShe wanna ride me like a KAWASAKI\nWhen I slip inside she had an out of body\nAnd I'm one of one you just a carbon copy\n\nMoney and the power had a surge\nGotta pay me what I'm worth\nKill my old habits had a purge\nShe met me now she saying swerve\nStay inside your lane you can't merge\nI wake up I'm ready no preparation\nIf I want it it's mine ain't no separation\nCheck a bitch for the check at the destination\n\nMy demons riding don't show em' mercy\n(No Mercy)\nI might start a fire with no windows (Cut off the roof)\nMy demons riding don't show em' mercy\n(No Mercy)\nI might start a fire with no windows (Cut off the roof)\n\nKAWASAKI (Go faster)\nKAWASAKI (Go faster)\nKAWASAKI (Go faster)\nBreak the dash\nKAWASAKI (Go faster)\nKAWASAKI (Go faster)\nKAWASAKI (Go faster)\nBreak the dash","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.07] Woah Woah Woah\n[00:05.78] One or eight\n[00:06.58] Yeah\n[00:08.61] Yeah we just touched down in Japan\n[00:10.64] You already know man it's up\n[00:12.97] Let's go\n[00:13.66] ZOOM!\n[00:14.46] Everybody move (yeh)\n[00:15.71] Who want to battle me?\n[00:16.85] I'm doing tricks in the party just give me some room (Watch Out)\n[00:19.22] I don't got nothing to lose\n[00:20.88] Somebody cut off the lights\n[00:22.61] Torque it, bend it, speed it (fast)\n[00:24.25] Somebody cut off the lights\n[00:25.68] Who wanna party let's bring out the bikes!\n[00:27.13] (Let's go)\n[00:28.19] You can hear the engine purring this ain't silence of the lamb\n[00:30.85] (SSSHHHH)\n[00:31.56] Put this thing in motorsport I love to swerve it with no hands\n[00:34.21] (Crazy)\n[00:34.88] Taking over with the gang I'm riding til' the wheels burst\n[00:37.77] (BOOM)\n[00:38.39] BMX the Kawasaki I might let you see it first\n[00:41.12] My demons riding don't show em' mercy\n[00:43.60] (No Mercy)\n[00:44.52] I might start a fire with no windows (Cut off the roof)\n[00:48.29] My demons riding don't show em' mercy\n[00:50.56] (No Mercy)\n[00:51.32] I might start a fire with no windows (Cut off the roof)\n[00:55.23] KAWASAKI (Go faster)\n[00:57.06] KAWASAKI (Go faster)\n[00:58.61] KAWASAKI (Go faster)\n[01:00.52] Break the dash\n[01:02.05] KAWASAKI (Go faster)\n[01:03.61] KAWASAKI (Go faster)\n[01:05.55] KAWASAKI (Go faster)\n[01:07.23] Break the dash\n[01:08.68] Beat knocking only time you knock me\n[01:10.12] And I'm crashing out no point in trying to stop me\n[01:11.84] And I'm out of pocket going Tamagotchi\n[01:13.33] I'm with one or eight somewhere in Miyazaki\n[01:15.33] She wanna ride me like a what?\n[01:17.11] She wanna ride me like a KAWASAKI\n[01:18.54] When I slip inside she had an out of body\n[01:20.38] And I'm one of one you just a carbon copy\n[01:22.21] Money and the power had a surge\n[01:24.49] Gotta pay me what I'm worth\n[01:25.89] Kill my old habits had a purge\n[01:27.76] She met me now she saying swerve\n[01:29.15] Stay inside your lane you can't merge\n[01:31.20] I wake up I'm ready no preparation\n[01:32.75] If I want it it's mine ain't no separation\n[01:34.22] Check a bitch for the check at the destination\n[01:35.99] My demons riding don't show em' mercy\n[01:38.56] (No Mercy)\n[01:39.53] I might start a fire with no windows (Cut off the roof)\n[01:43.03] My demons riding don't show em' mercy\n[01:45.45] (No Mercy)\n[01:46.19] I might start a fire with no windows (Cut off the roof)\n[01:49.85] KAWASAKI (Go faster)\n[01:51.79] KAWASAKI (Go faster)\n[01:53.45] KAWASAKI (Go faster)\n[01:55.15] Break 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right\nAnd my family live that life (la-da-da)\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nWonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n'Cause it could all end in one night (la-da-da, la-da-da, da, la-da-da)\nAs I look up to the sky\nI thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n\nCouple niggas on a hit list and bitches on a different type\nSame shit, different nights, 'til I live a different life\n\"Sean, you lookin' tired,\" damn, homie, that's all?\nI've been stressin' so hard, I'm surprised I ain't goin' bald\nHaters prayin' I fall, move back in with my moms\nTake online classes and turn back into y'all, hatin'\nI guess they want your lights out when you the plug\nNiggas wanna catch you slippin' like they pulled the rug\n\nFrom where they move the drugs, Buddha love\nNiggas sleepin' with that MAC and I ain't talkin' 'bout computer love\nOwe the wrong people, you a price tag\nNow you pray to God, hopin' that you got a Christ tag (God)\nMake it where I'm from, stay who I become\nTime to raise hell, Satan ain't my son\nTake a elevator straight up out the slums to a penthouse view\nAnd have the fam there, too, ugh\n\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nHit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\nAnd my family live that life (la-da-da)\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nWonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n'Cause it could all end in one night (la-da-da, la-da-da, da, la-da-da)\nAs I look up to the sky\nI thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n\nOoh-ooh\nIf I just stop breathin'\nEven though I got all this motherfuckin' money\nWon't keep my heart beatin'\nJust don't wake me up (don't wake me up)\nYou can't catch me dreamin'\nAbout all of this motherfuckin' money\nCocaine rush, I'm speedin'\nCocaine rush (yeah)\n\nI'm just a Detroit nigga, nothin' extra about me\nI go extra harder the first second you doubt me\nI strive for perfection, at the same time\nI'm acceptin' the fact that there'll never be nothin' perfect about me\nShit, I'm just waitin' on a win\nCome up with better hooks, the hoes'll take it on the chin\nWe are 6 Mile bred, that's why you see our sick style, yeah\nCrackhouse flow with a pit downstairs\n\nMomma happy at me, daddy happy at me\nThe baddest chicks, as y'all can imagine, is chatty, yappin' at me\nFive years ago, I was in tears\nIn the back of a paddy wagon, now I'm Cali swaggin'\nHuh, my nigga, listen, I'm over the fame\nYou number one? I'm number 23\nMy mission is to take over the game, you rollin' with lames?\nWe ain't rollin' the same, I'm the best out in this motherfucker\n\nIf I could get a check out of this motherfucker\nBig enough to set my kids up for life\nI could check out of this motherfucker with no regrets\nIf you ain't livin' your life for your kids\nI ain't givin' your ass no respect\n\nAs I look up to the sky (Sean, I love you, my nigga, I'm out)\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nHit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\nAnd my family live that life (la-da-da)\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nWonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n'Cause it could all end in one night (la-da-da, la-da-da, da, la-da-da)\nAs I look up to the sky\nI thought about a bunnid things to do before I die\n\nI gotta break your fuckin' heart\nI gotta climb these fuckin' charts (I gotta climb 'em)\nI gotta do something that's innovative, creative\nJust to create a legacy before death do us part\nI gotta spend one summer in Tijuana with Tia and Tia's momma\nBreakfast in bed is head with plenty Carne Asada\nI gotta, I gotta find me a wife to elope\nI got a, I got a fine, 'cause I ain't wanna vote\n\nI promise, I know the history of those who died\nFor the rights for me to survive but those who lied\nTo the minority will make 'em turn inside they grave\nI can easily pretend like y'all, but that's not me\nI gotta spread the truth even when the truth can hurt\nThe youths need to know every detail about this Earth\nThe devil controls it, so before you scrutinize how I feel\nAsk God if them polls important, the end is near\n\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nHit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\nAnd my family live that life (la-da-da)\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nWonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n'Cause it could all end in one night (la-da-da, la-da-da, da, la-da-da)\nAs I look up to the sky\nI thought about a hunnid things to do before I die","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.03] Ugh (Cannon, Cannon, Cannon)\n[00:11.48] As I look up to the sky\n[00:13.01] Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n[00:15.64] Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\n[00:18.32] And my family live that life (la-da-da)\n[00:22.01] As I look up to the sky\n[00:23.66] Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n[00:26.26] Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n[00:28.75] 'Cause it could all end in one night (la-da-da, la-da-da, da, la-da-da)\n[00:37.61] As I look up to the sky\n[00:39.07] I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n[00:41.42] Couple niggas on a hit list and bitches on a different type\n[00:44.49] Same shit, different nights, 'til I live a different life\n[00:47.13] \"Sean, you lookin' tired,\" damn, homie, that's all?\n[00:49.52] I've been stressin' so hard, I'm surprised I ain't goin' bald\n[00:52.17] Haters prayin' I fall, move back in with my moms\n[00:54.79] Take online classes and turn back into y'all, hatin'\n[00:57.90] I guess they want your lights out when you the plug\n[01:00.31] Niggas wanna catch you slippin' like they pulled the rug\n[01:02.82] From where they move the drugs, Buddha love\n[01:05.12] Niggas sleepin' with that MAC and I ain't talkin' 'bout computer love\n[01:08.40] Owe the wrong people, you a price tag\n[01:10.69] Now you pray to God, hopin' that you got a Christ tag (God)\n[01:13.46] Make it where I'm from, stay who I become\n[01:15.36] Time to raise hell, Satan ain't my son\n[01:17.24] Take a elevator straight up out the slums to a penthouse view\n[01:21.21] And have the fam there, too, ugh\n[01:24.67] As I look up to the sky\n[01:26.21] Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n[01:28.62] Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\n[01:31.84] And my family live that life (la-da-da)\n[01:35.04] As I look up to the sky\n[01:36.61] Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n[01:39.05] Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n[01:41.78] 'Cause it could all end in one night (la-da-da, la-da-da, da, la-da-da)\n[01:50.53] As I look up to the sky\n[01:52.16] I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n[01:55.05] Ooh-ooh\n[01:57.99] If I just stop breathin'\n[02:02.72] Even though I got all this motherfuckin' money\n[02:08.36] Won't keep my heart beatin'\n[02:13.47] Just don't wake me up (don't wake me up)\n[02:18.75] You can't catch me dreamin'\n[02:24.76] About all of this motherfuckin' money\n[02:28.90] Cocaine rush, I'm speedin'\n[02:34.37] Cocaine rush (yeah)\n[02:35.93] I'm just a Detroit nigga, nothin' extra about me\n[02:39.11] I go extra harder the first second you doubt me\n[02:41.87] I strive for perfection, at the same time\n[02:44.25] I'm acceptin' the fact that there'll never be nothin' perfect about me\n[02:47.22] Shit, I'm just waitin' on a win\n[02:49.50] Come up with better hooks, the hoes'll take it on the chin\n[02:51.95] We are 6 Mile bred, that's why you see our sick style, yeah\n[02:55.31] Crackhouse flow with a pit downstairs\n[02:57.47] Momma happy at me, daddy happy at me\n[03:00.01] The baddest chicks, as y'all can imagine, is chatty, yappin' at me\n[03:03.76] Five years ago, I was in tears\n[03:05.58] In the back of a paddy wagon, now I'm Cali swaggin'\n[03:08.19] Huh, my nigga, listen, I'm over the fame\n[03:10.97] You number one? I'm number 23\n[03:12.50] My mission is to take over the game, you rollin' with lames?\n[03:15.43] We ain't rollin' the same, I'm the best out in this motherfucker\n[03:18.61] If I could get a check out of this motherfucker\n[03:20.71] Big enough to set my kids up for life\n[03:22.58] I could check out of this motherfucker with no regrets\n[03:25.50] If you ain't livin' your life for your kids\n[03:27.15] I ain't givin' your ass no respect\n[03:29.75] As I look up to the sky (Sean, I love you, my nigga, I'm out)\n[03:31.35] Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n[03:34.05] Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\n[03:36.48] And my family live that life (la-da-da)\n[03:40.22] As I look up to the sky\n[03:41.82] Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n[03:44.23] Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n[03:46.98] 'Cause it could all end in one night (la-da-da, la-da-da, da, la-da-da)\n[03:55.83] As I look up to the sky\n[03:57.40] I thought about 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You number one? I'm number 23\n  My mission is to take over the game, you rollin' with lames?\n  We ain't rollin' the same, I'm the best out in this motherfucker\n\n  If I could get a check out of this motherfucker\n  Big enough to set my kids up for life\n  I could check out of this motherfucker with no regrets\n  If you ain't livin' your life for your kids\n  I ain't givin' your ass no respect\n\n  As I look up to the sky (Sean, I love you, my nigga, I'm out)\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\n  And my family live that life (la-da-da)\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n  'Cause it could all end in one night (la-da-da, la-da-da, da, la-da-da)\n  As I look up to the sky\n  I thought about a bunnid things to do before I die\n\n  I gotta break your fuckin' heart\n  I gotta climb these fuckin' charts (I gotta climb 'em)\n  I gotta do something that's innovative, creative\n  Just to create a legacy before death do us part\n  I gotta spend one summer in Tijuana with Tia and Tia's momma\n  Breakfast in bed is head with plenty Carne Asada\n  I gotta, I gotta find me a wife to elope\n  I got a, I got a fine, 'cause I ain't wanna vote\n\n  I promise, I know the history of those who died\n  For the rights for me to survive but those who lied\n  To the minority will make 'em turn inside they grave\n  I can easily pretend like y'all, but that's not me\n  I gotta spread the truth even when the truth can hurt\n  The youths need to know every detail about this Earth\n  The devil controls it, so before you scrutinize how I feel\n  Ask God if them polls important, the end is near\n\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\n  And my family live that life (la-da-da)\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n  'Cause it could all end in one night (la-da-da, la-da-da, da, la-da-da)\n  As I look up to the sky\n  I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n"},{"id":24926598,"name":"100","trackName":"100","artistName":"Big Sean","albumName":"Detroit","duration":111.903243,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Big Sean]\nCouple niggas on a hit list and bitches on a different type\nSame shit, different nights, 'til I live a different life\n\"Sean, you lookin' tired,\" damn, homie, that's all?\nI've been stressin' so hard I'm surprised I ain't goin' bald\nHaters prayin' I fall, move back in with my moms\nTake online classes and turn back into y'all, hatin'\nI guess they want your lights out when you the plug\nNiggas wanna catch you slippin' like they pulled the rug\nFrom where they move the drugs, Buddha love\nNiggas sleepin' with that MAC and I ain't talkin' 'bout computer love\nOwe the wrong people, you a price tag\nNow you pray to God, hopin' that you got a Christ tag (God)\nMake it where I'm from, stay who I become\nTime to raise hell, Satan ain't my son\nTake a elevator straight up out the slums to a penthouse view\nAnd have the fam there, too, ugh\n\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nHit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\nAnd my family live that life, la-da-da\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nWonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da\nLa-da-da, da\nLa-da-da, as I look up to the sky\nI thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n\nOoh-ooh\nIf I just stop\nBreathin'\nEven though I got all this motherfuckin'\nMoney\nWon't keep my heart\nBeatin'\nJust don't wake me\nUp (Don't wake me up)\nYou can't catch me\nDreamin'\nAbout all of this motherfuckin'\nMoney\nCocaine rush, I'm\nSpeedin'\nCocaine rush (Yeah)\n\nI'm just a Detroit nigga, nuttin' extra about me\nI go extra harder the first second you doubt me\nI strive for perfection; at the same time\nI'm acceptin' the fact that there'll never be nothin' perfect about me\nShit, I'm just waitin' on a win\nCome up with better hooks, the hoes'll take it on the chin\nWe are 6 Mile-bred, that's why you see our sick style, yeah\nCrackhouse flow with a pit downstairs\nMomma happy at me, daddy happy at me\nThe baddest chicks, as y'all can imagine, is chatty, yappin' at me\nFive years ago I was in tears\nIn the back of a paddy wagon, now I'm Cali swaggin'\nHuh, my nigga, listen, I'm over the fame\nYou number one? I'm number 23, my mission\nIs to take over the game, you rollin' with lames?\nWe ain't rollin' the same, I'm the best out in this motherfucker\nIf I could get a check out of this motherfucker\nBig enough to set my kids up for life\nI could check out of this motherfucker with no regrets\nIf you ain't livin' your life for your\nKids, I ain't givin' your ass no respect\n\nAs I look up to the sky (Sean, I love you, my nigga, I'm out)\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nHit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\nAnd my family live that life, la-da-da\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nWonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da\nLa-da-da, da\nLa-da-da, as I look up to the sky\nI thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n\nI gotta break your fuckin' heart\nI gotta climb these fuckin' charts (I gotta climb 'em)\nI gotta do something that's innovative, creative, just to create a\nLegacy before death do us part, I gotta spend one\nSummer in Tijuana with Tia and Tia's momma\nBreakfast in bed is head with plenty Carne Asada\nI gotta, I gotta find me a wife to elope\nI got a—I got a fine, 'cause I ain't wanna vote, I promise\nI know the history of those who died\nFor the rights for me to survive but those who lied\nTo the minority will make 'em turn inside they grave\nI can easily pretend like y'all but that's not me\nI gotta spread the truth even when the truth can hurt\nThe youths need to know every detail about this Earth\nThe Devil controls it, so before you scrutinize how I feel\nAsk God if them polls important, the end is near.\n\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nHit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\nAnd my family live that life, la-da-da\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nWonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da\nLa-da-da, da\nLa-da-da, as I look up to the sky\nI thought about a hunnid things to do before I die","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '100'\n  artist: Big Sean\n  album: Detroit\n  duration_ms: 111903\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Big Sean]\n  Couple niggas on a hit list and bitches on a different type\n  Same shit, different nights, 'til I live a different life\n  \"Sean, you lookin' tired,\" damn, homie, that's all?\n  I've been stressin' so hard I'm surprised I ain't goin' bald\n  Haters prayin' I fall, move back in with my moms\n  Take online classes and turn back into y'all, hatin'\n  I guess they want your lights out when you the plug\n  Niggas wanna catch you slippin' like they pulled the rug\n  From where they move the drugs, Buddha love\n  Niggas sleepin' with that MAC and I ain't talkin' 'bout computer love\n  Owe the wrong people, you a price tag\n  Now you pray to God, hopin' that you got a Christ tag (God)\n  Make it where I'm from, stay who I become\n  Time to raise hell, Satan ain't my son\n  Take a elevator straight up out the slums to a penthouse view\n  And have the fam there, too, ugh\n\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\n  And my family live that life, la-da-da\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n  'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da\n  La-da-da, da\n  La-da-da, as I look up to the sky\n  I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n\n  Ooh-ooh\n  If I just stop\n  Breathin'\n  Even though I got all this motherfuckin'\n  Money\n  Won't keep my heart\n  Beatin'\n  Just don't wake me\n  Up (Don't wake me up)\n  You can't catch me\n  Dreamin'\n  About all of this motherfuckin'\n  Money\n  Cocaine rush, I'm\n  Speedin'\n  Cocaine rush (Yeah)\n\n  I'm just a Detroit nigga, nuttin' extra about me\n  I go extra harder the first second you doubt me\n  I strive for perfection; at the same time\n  I'm acceptin' the fact that there'll never be nothin' perfect about me\n  Shit, I'm just waitin' on a win\n  Come up with better hooks, the hoes'll take it on the chin\n  We are 6 Mile-bred, that's why you see our sick style, yeah\n  Crackhouse flow with a pit downstairs\n  Momma happy at me, daddy happy at me\n  The baddest chicks, as y'all can imagine, is chatty, yappin' at me\n  Five years ago I was in tears\n  In the back of a paddy wagon, now I'm Cali swaggin'\n  Huh, my nigga, listen, I'm over the fame\n  You number one? I'm number 23, my mission\n  Is to take over the game, you rollin' with lames?\n  We ain't rollin' the same, I'm the best out in this motherfucker\n  If I could get a check out of this motherfucker\n  Big enough to set my kids up for life\n  I could check out of this motherfucker with no regrets\n  If you ain't livin' your life for your\n  Kids, I ain't givin' your ass no respect\n\n  As I look up to the sky (Sean, I love you, my nigga, I'm out)\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\n  And my family live that life, la-da-da\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n  'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da\n  La-da-da, da\n  La-da-da, as I look up to the sky\n  I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n\n  I gotta break your fuckin' heart\n  I gotta climb these fuckin' charts (I gotta climb 'em)\n  I gotta do something that's innovative, creative, just to create a\n  Legacy before death do us part, I gotta spend one\n  Summer in Tijuana with Tia and Tia's momma\n  Breakfast in bed is head with plenty Carne Asada\n  I gotta, I gotta find me a wife to elope\n  I got a—I got a fine, 'cause I ain't wanna vote, I promise\n  I know the history of those who died\n  For the rights for me to survive but those who lied\n  To the minority will make 'em turn inside they grave\n  I can easily pretend like y'all but that's not me\n  I gotta spread the truth even when the truth can hurt\n  The youths need to know every detail about this Earth\n  The Devil controls it, so before you scrutinize how I feel\n  Ask God if them polls important, the end is near.\n\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\n  And my family live that life, la-da-da\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n  'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da\n  La-da-da, da\n  La-da-da, as I look up to the sky\n  I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n"},{"id":10253929,"name":"100","trackName":"100","artistName":"Big Sean","albumName":"Detroit","duration":336.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Big Sean]\nCouple niggas on a hit list and bitches on a different type\nSame shit, different nights, 'til I live a different life\n\"Sean, you lookin' tired,\" damn, homie, that's all?\nI've been stressin' so hard I'm surprised I ain't goin' bald\nHaters prayin' I fall, move back in with my moms\nTake online classes and turn back into y'all, hatin'\nI guess they want your lights out when you the plug\nNiggas wanna catch you slippin' like they pulled the rug\nFrom where they move the drugs, Buddha love\nNiggas sleepin' with that MAC and I ain't talkin' 'bout computer love\nOwe the wrong people, you a price tag\nNow you pray to God, hopin' that you got a Christ tag (God)\nMake it where I'm from, stay who I become\nTime to raise hell, Satan ain't my son\nTake a elevator straight up out the slums to a penthouse view\nAnd have the fam there, too, ugh\n\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nHit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\nAnd my family live that life, la-da-da\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nWonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da\nLa-da-da, da\nLa-da-da, as I look up to the sky\nI thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n\nOoh-ooh\nIf I just stop\nBreathin'\nEven though I got all this motherfuckin'\nMoney\nWon't keep my heart\nBeatin'\nJust don't wake me\nUp (Don't wake me up)\nYou can't catch me\nDreamin'\nAbout all of this motherfuckin'\nMoney\nCocaine rush, I'm\nSpeedin'\nCocaine rush (Yeah)\n\nI'm just a Detroit nigga, nuttin' extra about me\nI go extra harder the first second you doubt me\nI strive for perfection; at the same time\nI'm acceptin' the fact that there'll never be nothin' perfect about me\nShit, I'm just waitin' on a win\nCome up with better hooks, the hoes'll take it on the chin\nWe are 6 Mile-bred, that's why you see our sick style, yeah\nCrackhouse flow with a pit downstairs\nMomma happy at me, daddy happy at me\nThe baddest chicks, as y'all can imagine, is chatty, yappin' at me\nFive years ago I was in tears\nIn the back of a paddy wagon, now I'm Cali swaggin'\nHuh, my nigga, listen, I'm over the fame\nYou number one? I'm number 23, my mission\nIs to take over the game, you rollin' with lames?\nWe ain't rollin' the same, I'm the best out in this motherfucker\nIf I could get a check out of this motherfucker\nBig enough to set my kids up for life\nI could check out of this motherfucker with no regrets\nIf you ain't livin' your life for your\nKids, I ain't givin' your ass no respect\n\nAs I look up to the sky (Sean, I love you, my nigga, I'm out)\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nHit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\nAnd my family live that life, la-da-da\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nWonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da\nLa-da-da, da\nLa-da-da, as I look up to the sky\nI thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n\nI gotta break your fuckin' heart\nI gotta climb these fuckin' charts (I gotta climb 'em)\nI gotta do something that's innovative, creative, just to create a\nLegacy before death do us part, I gotta spend one\nSummer in Tijuana with Tia and Tia's momma\nBreakfast in bed is head with plenty Carne Asada\nI gotta, I gotta find me a wife to elope\nI got a—I got a fine, 'cause I ain't wanna vote, I promise\nI know the history of those who died\nFor the rights for me to survive but those who lied\nTo the minority will make 'em turn inside they grave\nI can easily pretend like y'all but that's not me\nI gotta spread the truth even when the truth can hurt\nThe youths need to know every detail about this Earth\nThe Devil controls it, so before you scrutinize how I feel\nAsk God if them polls important, the end is near.\n\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nHit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\nAnd my family live that life, la-da-da\nAs I look up to the sky\nThought about a hunnid things to do before I die\nWonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da\nLa-da-da, da\nLa-da-da, as I look up to the sky\nI thought about a hunnid things to do before I die","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '100'\n  artist: Big Sean\n  album: Detroit\n  duration_ms: 336000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Big Sean]\n  Couple niggas on a hit list and bitches on a different type\n  Same shit, different nights, 'til I live a different life\n  \"Sean, you lookin' tired,\" damn, homie, that's all?\n  I've been stressin' so hard I'm surprised I ain't goin' bald\n  Haters prayin' I fall, move back in with my moms\n  Take online classes and turn back into y'all, hatin'\n  I guess they want your lights out when you the plug\n  Niggas wanna catch you slippin' like they pulled the rug\n  From where they move the drugs, Buddha love\n  Niggas sleepin' with that MAC and I ain't talkin' 'bout computer love\n  Owe the wrong people, you a price tag\n  Now you pray to God, hopin' that you got a Christ tag (God)\n  Make it where I'm from, stay who I become\n  Time to raise hell, Satan ain't my son\n  Take a elevator straight up out the slums to a penthouse view\n  And have the fam there, too, ugh\n\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\n  And my family live that life, la-da-da\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n  'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da\n  La-da-da, da\n  La-da-da, as I look up to the sky\n  I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n\n  Ooh-ooh\n  If I just stop\n  Breathin'\n  Even though I got all this motherfuckin'\n  Money\n  Won't keep my heart\n  Beatin'\n  Just don't wake me\n  Up (Don't wake me up)\n  You can't catch me\n  Dreamin'\n  About all of this motherfuckin'\n  Money\n  Cocaine rush, I'm\n  Speedin'\n  Cocaine rush (Yeah)\n\n  I'm just a Detroit nigga, nuttin' extra about me\n  I go extra harder the first second you doubt me\n  I strive for perfection; at the same time\n  I'm acceptin' the fact that there'll never be nothin' perfect about me\n  Shit, I'm just waitin' on a win\n  Come up with better hooks, the hoes'll take it on the chin\n  We are 6 Mile-bred, that's why you see our sick style, yeah\n  Crackhouse flow with a pit downstairs\n  Momma happy at me, daddy happy at me\n  The baddest chicks, as y'all can imagine, is chatty, yappin' at me\n  Five years ago I was in tears\n  In the back of a paddy wagon, now I'm Cali swaggin'\n  Huh, my nigga, listen, I'm over the fame\n  You number one? I'm number 23, my mission\n  Is to take over the game, you rollin' with lames?\n  We ain't rollin' the same, I'm the best out in this motherfucker\n  If I could get a check out of this motherfucker\n  Big enough to set my kids up for life\n  I could check out of this motherfucker with no regrets\n  If you ain't livin' your life for your\n  Kids, I ain't givin' your ass no respect\n\n  As I look up to the sky (Sean, I love you, my nigga, I'm out)\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\n  And my family live that life, la-da-da\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n  'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da\n  La-da-da, da\n  La-da-da, as I look up to the sky\n  I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n\n  I gotta break your fuckin' heart\n  I gotta climb these fuckin' charts (I gotta climb 'em)\n  I gotta do something that's innovative, creative, just to create a\n  Legacy before death do us part, I gotta spend one\n  Summer in Tijuana with Tia and Tia's momma\n  Breakfast in bed is head with plenty Carne Asada\n  I gotta, I gotta find me a wife to elope\n  I got a—I got a fine, 'cause I ain't wanna vote, I promise\n  I know the history of those who died\n  For the rights for me to survive but those who lied\n  To the minority will make 'em turn inside they grave\n  I can easily pretend like y'all but that's not me\n  I gotta spread the truth even when the truth can hurt\n  The youths need to know every detail about this Earth\n  The Devil controls it, so before you scrutinize how I feel\n  Ask God if them polls important, the end is near.\n\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\n  And my family live that life, la-da-da\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n  Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life\n  'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da\n  La-da-da, da\n  La-da-da, as I look up to the sky\n  I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die\n"},{"id":21189126,"name":"100 Keys","trackName":"100 Keys","artistName":"Big Sean","albumName":"Detroit vs. Everybody","duration":225.504,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay, ay\n\nI'm from a big city\nTryna make a living\nCome to my hood\nEverybody get it\nAnd for that paper all the wrong things sound right\nWhere I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like\nWhere I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like\nYoung niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money\nJust a bittersweet symphony\n\nI play the keys handle dope, Barry Manilow\nThe game a bitch, but at times she sweet as cantaloupe\nHit the road key of coke in the mantle fold\nTriple beam dreams with a trunk full of scattered clothes\nJapanese denim, down south numbers\nHit it once trust it would make a fat fiend stumble\nDo the speed limit, all gold shoes\nCall 'em penny loafers, they a pretty penny too\nI'm tipping strippers but I call it penny pinchin'\nShe talking shit but I could get her titties lifted\nMy new crib got it's own city limit\nMotherfucker got his own city in it\nBlue marble on the floor\nWet as salt water\nIma boss, Im just playing hoes(holes) like a golf course\n\n(Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money)\nJust a bittersweet symphony\n\nI'm from a big city\nTryna make a living\nCome to my hood\nEverybody get it\nAnd for that paper all the wrong things sound right\nWhere I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like\nWhere I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like\nYoung niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money\nJust a bittersweet symphony\n\nOne hundred keys\nOne hundred please\nMy gazuntite could make a whole city sneeze\nWalk the mud jungle where they grind it out the leaves\nSo they swarm to my honeycomb, hideout for the bees\nYou know what this sounds like\nMoney counter sound bytes\nMachine gun fire\nName ringin' through like the town like\nChurch bells ringin'\n\nKnow what he was found like?\nColombian necktie over hospital gown white\nShe live on her knees\nI live in a condo in the trees\nThe air's a little thinner that I breathe\nIron Man Audi, let the top strip tease\nMy life is slow motion but the watch screaming freeze\nYeah, young nigga gettin' money\nThe feds dragged neck, couldn't take nothin' from me\nThe decoy car is a crash test dummy\nWhat follows is a hundred of 'em wrapped like a mummy\n\nI'm from a big city\nTryna make a living\nCome to my hood\nEverybody get it\nAnd for that paper all the wrong things sound right\nWhere I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like\nWhere I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like\nYoung niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money\nJust a bittersweet symphony\n\nBoi\nAnd they gon' risk a hundred 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Underboss I'll just play the holes like a golf course\n\n  (Young niggas getting money, young niggas getting money)\n  Just a bittersweet symphony\n  I'm from a big city, trying to make a living\n  Come to my hood, everybody get it\n  And for that paper all the wrong things sound right\n  Where I'm from they push 100 keys and it sound like\n  Where I'm from they push 100 keys and it sound like\n  Young niggas getting money, young niggas getting money\n  Just a bittersweet symphony\n\n  One hundred keys, one hundred please\n  My gesundheit could make a whole city sneeze\n  Walked the mud jungle where they grinded out the leaves\n  So they swarm to my honey comb, hideout for the bees\n  You know what this sound like, money counters' sound bites\n  Machine gun fire, name ringin' through the town like\n  Church bells ringin', know what he was found like?\n  Colombian necktie over hospital gown white\n  She live on her knees, I live in a condo in the trees\n  The air's a little thinner that 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Kendrick Lamar)\n  artist: Big Sean\n  album: Detroit\n  duration_ms: 336000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hundred things to do before I die\n  Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\n  And my family live that life (La-da-da)\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hundred things to do before I die\n  Wondering if I could live it all in one life\n  Cause it could all end in one night (La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da)\n  As I look up to the sky\n  I thought about a hundred things to do before I die\n\n  Couple niggas on the hit list and bitches on a different type\n  Same-same different night, 'til I live a different life\n  \"Sean, you lookin' tired,\" damn homie, that's all?\n  I been stressin' so hard, I'm surprised I ain't goin' bald\n  Haters prayin' I fall, move back in with my moms\n  Take online classes and turn back into y'all\n  Hatin' ass niggas, I guess they want your lights out when you the plug\n  W-w-wanna catch you slippin' like they pulled the rug\n  From where they move the drugs, buddha love\n  Niggas sleepin' with that MAC and I ain't talkin' 'bout computer love\n  Owe the wrong people, you a price tag\n  Now you pray to God, hopin' that you got a Christ tag\n  Make it where I'm from, stay who I become\n  Time to raise hell, Satan ain't my son\n  Take an elevator straight up out the slums\n  To a penthouse view, and have the fam there too\n\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hundred things to do before I die\n  Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\n  And my family live that life (La-da-da)\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hundred things to do before I die\n  Wondering if I could live it all in one life\n  Cause it could all end in one night (La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da)\n  As I look up to the sky\n  I thought about a hundred things to do before I die\n\n  Mmm, if I just stop breathing\n  Even though I got all this fuckin' money\n  Won't keep my heart beating\n  Just don't wake me up (Don't wake me up)\n  You can't catch me dreaming\n  About all this fuckin' money\n  Cold came rest I'm speeding\n  Cold came rest I'm\n\n  Yeah, I'm just a Detroit nigga, nothin' extra about me\n  I go extra harder the first second you doubt me\n  I strive for perfection, at the same time\n  I'm acceptin' the fact that there'll never be nothin' perfect about me\n  I'm just waitin' on the wind\n  Come up with better hooks to take it on the chin\n  We are 6 Mile-bred, that's why you see our sick style\n  Yeah, crackhouse flow with a pit downstairs\n  Mama happy at me, daddy happy at me\n  The baddest chicks that y'all can imagine is chatty yappin' at me\n  Five years ago I was in tears\n  In the back of a paddy wagon, now I'm Cali swaggin'\n  My nigga, listen, I'm over the fame\n  You number one, I'm number 23, my mission is to take over the game\n  You rollin' with lames, we ain't rollin' the same\n  I'm the best out in this 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head with plenty carne asada\n  I gotta, I gotta find me a wife to elope\n  I gotta, I gotta find cause I ain't one to vote\n  I promise, I know the history of those who died\n  For the rights for me to survive\n  But those who lied to the minority\n  Will make 'em turn inside they grave\n  I can easily pretend like y'all, but that's not me\n  I gotta spread the truth even when the truth can hurt\n  The youth seem to know every detail about this earth\n  The devil controls it, so before you scrutinize how I feel\n  Ask God if them polls important, the end is near\n\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hundred things to do before I die\n  Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right\n  And my family live that life (La-da-da)\n  As I look up to the sky\n  Thought about a hundred things to do before I die\n  Wondering if I could live it all in one life\n  Cause it could all end in one night (La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da)\n  As I look up to the sky\n  I thought about a 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dick\n[02:12.14] Feed me to the wolves, now I lead the pack and shit\n[02:14.51] You boys all cap, I'm more Colin Kaepernick\n[02:16.95] I'm rare as affordable health care (Oh God)\n[02:19.28] Or going to wealth from welfare (Goddamn)\n[02:21.33] I turn my W's to M's, yeah, I flip those\n[02:23.96] I might buy her red bottoms with the crypto\n[02:26.25] Three coins, that'll pay ya whole semester (Swerve, swerve)\n[02:28.59] But you gotta ride it better than a Tesla\n[02:31.32] Big bank take lil' bank, bank (Lil' bitch)\n[02:34.06] Big bank take lil' bank, bank\n[02:36.07] Type of money you gon' need a safe\n[02:38.35] Type of money you gon' need a bank\n[02:40.56] From the hood, it's type of money make you stay awake\n[02:42.70] Type of money she gon' let you put it in her face\n[02:45.77] Big bank take lil' bank, bank\n[02:47.93] Big bank take lil' bank, bank\n[02:49.10] Uh oh, back again\n[02:51.67] Back to back Maybach, stack the Ms\n[02:53.95] Told em' I met Slim Shady, bagged a 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