[{"id":23177309,"name":"Tomorrow (Album Version Edited)","trackName":"Tomorrow (Album Version Edited)","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Come Home With Me","duration":257.044898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uhh, Killa, yo .\nYou got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth,\ny'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share\nit wit, yo, fucked up man, yo .\n\nI been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked up\nMan, this shit'll get you choked up\nI'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked up\nAlmost doped up, but had no guts\nSo I pimp all these hoe sluts\nWhen they period come it get slow but so what?\nI got big plans to blow up\nI'ma love this year, but blood ain't here\nWe would puff grass, plus hash, cut class\nto fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash\nLittle cats, he would see our dreams\nEighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's blood y'all\n(blood y'all) He had hot gear, rock yeah\nNow that he's not here I feel that it's not fair\nFuck see 'em at the crossroads, wanna see 'em drive across roads\nPoor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz\n\"My man was a hell of a nigga,\" (?) wit the triggers\nWhatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it\nLittle Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected\nDeath to (?), \"logic\" I said\nFour months, got 'em some head, right in the bed\nListen dawg, I'm beyond dead\nThis ain't even me spittin, this Derek Wright and Armstead\n\nFor my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up\nThey been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise\nTo my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground\nLet's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise\n\nYo . yo, I never had fights in rings\nI just had fights for rings, ice and bling\nI done spent nights in bings\nNow I realized Christ the King, ain't no righteous thing\nbut how I get the right to sing?\nAnd the streets be talkin like Donahue\nClowns, they belong on Comic View\nthat's why the feds onto you\nWhen they form they assembly's\nyou stuck on the block like the ave. got parenthesis\nCourse everybody gotta war story (shit)\nI swear to God I hear more and more stories (damn)\nI'm in Jersey, the crib, four stories\nAdd a fifth one incase the fourth one bore me (Killa!)\nI done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's\nBaggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layers\nand I never said \"I'ma player\"\nBut I been down wit messy action\nSimilar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happen\nMa kept resistin, I had to bounce wit my shit man\nI'm scared of commitment\nI'm a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen\nOutside, workin and pitchin, work on the block\nEven put the work on the glock\nWork on the toilet, I'ma work-a-holic","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tomorrow (Album Version Edited)\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Come Home With Me\n  duration_ms: 257045\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh, Killa, yo .\n  You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth,\n  y'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share\n  it wit, yo, fucked up man, yo .\n\n  I been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked up\n  Man, this shit'll get you choked up\n  I'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked up\n  Almost doped up, but had no guts\n  So I pimp all these hoe sluts\n  When they period come it get slow but so what?\n  I got big plans to blow up\n  I'ma love this year, but blood ain't here\n  We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class\n  to fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash\n  Little cats, he would see our dreams\n  Eighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's blood y'all\n  (blood y'all) He had hot gear, rock yeah\n  Now that he's not here I feel that it's not fair\n  Fuck see 'em at the crossroads, wanna see 'em drive across roads\n  Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz\n  \"My man was a hell of a nigga,\" (?) wit the triggers\n  Whatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it\n  Little Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected\n  Death to (?), \"logic\" I said\n  Four months, got 'em some head, right in the bed\n  Listen dawg, I'm beyond dead\n  This ain't even me spittin, this Derek Wright and Armstead\n\n  For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up\n  They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise\n  To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground\n  Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise\n\n  Yo . yo, I never had fights in rings\n  I just had fights for rings, ice and bling\n  I done spent nights in bings\n  Now I realized Christ the King, ain't no righteous thing\n  but how I get the right to sing?\n  And the streets be talkin like Donahue\n  Clowns, they belong on Comic View\n  that's why the feds onto you\n  When they form they assembly's\n  you stuck on the block like the ave. got parenthesis\n  Course everybody gotta war story (shit)\n  I swear to God I hear more and more stories (damn)\n  I'm in Jersey, the crib, four stories\n  Add a fifth one incase the fourth one bore me (Killa!)\n  I done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's\n  Baggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layers\n  and I never said \"I'ma player\"\n  But I been down wit messy action\n  Similar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happen\n  Ma kept resistin, I had to bounce wit my shit man\n  I'm scared of commitment\n  I'm a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen\n  Outside, workin and pitchin, work on the block\n  Even put the work on the glock\n  Work on the toilet, I'ma work-a-holic\n"},{"id":10704880,"name":"Tomorrow (Album Version (Edited))","trackName":"Tomorrow (Album Version (Edited))","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Come Home With Me","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uhh, Killa, yo .\nYou got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth,\ny'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share\nit wit, yo, fucked up man, yo .\n\nI been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked up\nMan, this shit'll get you choked up\nI'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked up\nAlmost doped up, but had no guts\nSo I pimp all these hoe sluts\nWhen they period come it get slow but so what?\nI got big plans to blow up\nI'ma love this year, but blood ain't here\nWe would puff grass, plus hash, cut class\nto fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash\nLittle cats, he would see our dreams\nEighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's blood y'all\n(blood y'all) He had hot gear, rock yeah\nNow that he's not here I feel that it's not fair\nFuck see 'em at the crossroads, wanna see 'em drive across roads\nPoor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz\n\"My man was a hell of a nigga,\" (?) wit the triggers\nWhatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it\nLittle Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected\nDeath to (?), \"logic\" I said\nFour months, got 'em some head, right in the bed\nListen dawg, I'm beyond dead\nThis ain't even me spittin, this Derek Wright and Armstead\n\nFor my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up\nThey been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise\nTo my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground\nLet's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise\n\nYo . yo, I never had fights in rings\nI just had fights for rings, ice and bling\nI done spent nights in bings\nNow I realized Christ the King, ain't no righteous thing\nbut how I get the right to sing?\nAnd the streets be talkin like Donahue\nClowns, they belong on Comic View\nthat's why the feds onto you\nWhen they form they assembly's\nyou stuck on the block like the ave. got parenthesis\nCourse everybody gotta war story (shit)\nI swear to God I hear more and more stories (damn)\nI'm in Jersey, the crib, four stories\nAdd a fifth one incase the fourth one bore me (Killa!)\nI done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's\nBaggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layers\nand I never said \"I'ma player\"\nBut I been down wit messy action\nSimilar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happen\nMa kept resistin, I had to bounce wit my shit man\nI'm scared of commitment\nI'm a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen\nOutside, workin and pitchin, work on the block\nEven put the work on the glock\nWork on the toilet, I'ma work-a-holic","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tomorrow (Album Version (Edited))\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Come Home With Me\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh, Killa, yo .\n  You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth,\n  y'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share\n  it wit, yo, fucked up man, yo .\n\n  I been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked up\n  Man, this shit'll get you choked up\n  I'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked up\n  Almost doped up, but had no guts\n  So I pimp all these hoe sluts\n  When they period come it get slow but so what?\n  I got big plans to blow up\n  I'ma love this year, but blood ain't here\n  We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class\n  to fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash\n  Little cats, he would see our dreams\n  Eighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's blood y'all\n  (blood y'all) He had hot gear, rock yeah\n  Now that he's not here I feel that it's not fair\n  Fuck see 'em at the crossroads, wanna see 'em drive across roads\n  Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz\n  \"My man was a hell of a nigga,\" (?) wit the triggers\n  Whatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it\n  Little Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected\n  Death to (?), \"logic\" I said\n  Four months, got 'em some head, right in the bed\n  Listen dawg, I'm beyond dead\n  This ain't even me spittin, this Derek Wright and Armstead\n\n  For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up\n  They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise\n  To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground\n  Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise\n\n  Yo . yo, I never had fights in rings\n  I just had fights for rings, ice and bling\n  I done spent nights in bings\n  Now I realized Christ the King, ain't no righteous thing\n  but how I get the right to sing?\n  And the streets be talkin like Donahue\n  Clowns, they belong on Comic View\n  that's why the feds onto you\n  When they form they assembly's\n  you stuck on the block like the ave. got parenthesis\n  Course everybody gotta war story (shit)\n  I swear to God I hear more and more stories (damn)\n  I'm in Jersey, the crib, four stories\n  Add a fifth one incase the fourth one bore me (Killa!)\n  I done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's\n  Baggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layers\n  and I never said \"I'ma player\"\n  But I been down wit messy action\n  Similar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happen\n  Ma kept resistin, I had to bounce wit my shit man\n  I'm scared of commitment\n  I'm a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen\n  Outside, workin and pitchin, work on the block\n  Even put the work on the glock\n  Work on the toilet, I'ma work-a-holic\n"}]