[{"id":17068892,"name":"CENTRAL CEE - WALK IN WARDROBE (LYRICS)","trackName":"CENTRAL CEE - WALK IN WARDROBE (LYRICS)","artistName":"Central Cee","albumName":"Central Cee","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Before I had a walk-in wardrobe\nNo car, I was ten toes\nWalkin' through the war zone\nShe don't like takin' the pill, so I'm pullin' out, it plays with her hormones\nFuck love, I need more poles\nFucked up, that was just my luck, when bro got touched, didn't die, but he almost did\nRight now, me and him ain't the closest\nGoin' through the motions\n\nMy girl said I'm emotionless\nHeart cold like the Polar Express\nThey call me the voice of the street cah I speak on relevance\nTop ten in my scene, that's evident\nWhen I release, I compete with Americans\nMy young G still needs development\nStick with a silencer, and now it's got a speech impediment, uh\nSs-ss-stutterin', gotta leave, I'm sorry I'm anxious\n\nEveryone's gangsters\nUntil it's time to ride and man start makin' excuse 'bout cameras\nI won't glamourise this life, FaceTimin' the guys, and it don't look glamorous\nMay the strong survive, may the pagans die\nI don't even beef those guys, they sayin' my name to create some hype\nThis one want a one-night stand, politely decline, she ain't my type\nI'm sorry, Ms Jackson, I never meant to make her cry\nI never entertain these guys, if I want drama, then my girl gon' start some\n\nHow the fuck you gon' argue with me when my flight departin'?\nHow you gon' raise your voice at me? You're in my apartment\nHad to swallow my pride and ask my guy for help, that hurt 'cause I don't like askin'\nI don't know how to make a song, I just rhyme on beat and say how I feel\nMum said, \"Don't ever trust no one that claims they're real\"\nI'm real, I ain't gotta say that I'm real, the brodem know how I roll\nI know, these women all come, and they go, I know that she ain't my girl\n\nI'm not in the mood for socialisin', I'm sittin' in silence\nI won't form an alliance if I don't like how your vibe is\nTrap runnin' like Uber Eats, big up the delivery drivers\nSome shit don't sit right with me, you live, and you learn, I can't live in this climate\nFreedom riskin', the feds keep on friskin'\nBefore you get time to back out your knife, K1's gonna reach for his ting\nSo let's be realistic\nI told her play with her pussy, I don't even care if her nails are acrylic\nHow you my girl and don't know my lyrics?\n\nI ain't treatin' no ho like a princess, baby, I'm losin' interest\nLet's play Who's The Baddest or let's play Who's The Richest\nA2 gave him the ting, if they come through, then you better use his index\nThey're gonna underestimate when you ain't got a million views on a vid yet\n\nHold on, chat\nCee is tapped in\n\nI know drama sells, the Internet make me laugh out loud\nEveryone talkin' behind computers, what you gon' do if my dawg come 'round?\nI might make the young G come to your show with the stick, like Moses, part the crowd\nI ran that time cah I'm only human, I got caught lackin', my guard was down\nLeng, she out of my league, all of my bitches badder than me\nSerious risk with the pack that day, had bare class A in the Addison Lee\nI felt like Mitch, I felt like Meech, I felt like me, ten bands in a week\nHoes in the studio, I'm tryna record, let's multitask, get down on your knees\n\nCancel the Uber if it ain't tinted, I can't ride if the whip transparent\nI can't even go to the petrol station, one wrong move, and you'll slip in traffic\nTables turned, and the plot just twisted like when Ghost got wigged by Tariq\nTen-car convoy deep on the euro tunnel, I'm takin' a trip to-\nI don't care if they call my album a classic\nI could go and retire right now off the hits that I got, so I don't need to panic\nI don't need promo runs or PR stunts, everything organic\nYou don't wanna test my gangster, try get close and see what happens\n\nNobody makes it far where I'm from\nSo they say that I sold my soul, bro, I ain't even sold my masters\nDrop to my knees in a dirty bando, I talk to God like I need some answers\nIf I go broke, I'll do it all over again, all I need is a phone and charger\nI just ordered a stab-proof vest cah they said that they want man dead","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73] Before I had a walk-in wardrobe\n[00:02.72] No car, I was ten toes\n[00:04.49] Walkin' through the war zone\n[00:05.99] She don't like takin' the pill, so I'm pullin' out, it plays with her hormones\n[00:09.50] Fuck love, I need more poles\n[00:11.00] Fucked up, that was just my luck, when bro got touched, didn't die, but he almost did\n[00:15.67] Right now, me and him ain't the closest\n[00:17.94] Goin' through the motions\n[00:19.47] My girl said I'm emotionless\n[00:22.92] Heart cold like the Polar Express\n[00:25.15] They call me the voice of the street cah I speak on relevance\n[00:27.56] Top ten in my scene, that's evident\n[00:29.19] When I release, I compete with Americans\n[00:30.87] My young G still needs development\n[00:32.77] Stick with a silencer, and now it's got a speech impediment, uh\n[00:36.07] Ss-ss-stutterin', gotta leave, I'm sorry I'm anxious\n[00:40.07] Everyone's gangsters\n[00:41.32] Until it's time to ride and man start makin' excuse 'bout cameras\n[00:44.71] I won't glamourise this life, FaceTimin' the guys, and it don't look glamorous\n[00:48.15] May the strong survive, may the pagans die\n[00:51.54] I don't even beef those guys, they sayin' my name to create some hype\n[00:54.78] This one want a one-night stand, politely decline, she ain't my type\n[00:58.35] I'm sorry, Ms Jackson, I never meant to make her cry\n[01:01.39] I never entertain these guys, if I want drama, then my girl gon' start some\n[01:04.92] How the fuck you gon' argue with me when my flight departin'?\n[01:08.39] How you gon' raise your voice at me? You're in my apartment\n[01:11.14] Had to swallow my pride and ask my guy for help, that hurt 'cause I don't like askin'\n[01:14.88] I don't know how to make a song, I just rhyme on beat and say how I feel\n[01:18.66] Mum said, \"Don't ever trust no one that claims they're real\"\n[01:21.24] I'm real, I ain't gotta say that I'm real, the brodem know how I roll\n[01:24.57] I know, these women all come, and they go, I know that she ain't my girl\n[01:28.28] I'm not in the mood for socialisin', I'm sittin' in silence\n[01:31.75] I won't form an alliance if I don't like how your vibe is\n[01:35.27] Trap runnin' like Uber Eats, big up the delivery drivers\n[01:38.27] Some shit don't sit right with me, you live, and you learn, I can't live in this climate\n[01:42.56] Freedom riskin', the feds keep on friskin'\n[01:45.17] Before you get time to back out your knife, K1's gonna reach for his ting\n[01:48.82] So let's be realistic\n[01:50.50] I told her play with her pussy, I don't even care if her nails are acrylic\n[01:53.63] How you my girl and don't know my lyrics?\n[01:55.56] I ain't treatin' no ho like a princess, baby, I'm losin' interest\n[01:58.84] Let's play Who's The Baddest or let's play Who's The Richest\n[02:01.99] A2 gave him the ting, if they come through, then you better use his index\n[02:05.33] They're gonna underestimate when you ain't got a million views on a vid yet\n[02:08.43] Hold on, chat\n[02:09.55] Cee is tapped in\n[02:11.80] I know drama sells, the Internet make me laugh out loud\n[02:14.58] Everyone talkin' behind computers, what you gon' do if my dawg come 'round?\n[02:17.78] I might make the young G come to your show with the stick, like Moses, part the crowd\n[02:21.22] I ran that time cah I'm only human, I got caught lackin', my guard was down\n[02:24.54] Leng, she out of my league, all of my bitches badder than me\n[02:27.92] Serious risk with the pack that day, had bare class A in the Addison Lee\n[02:31.21] I felt like Mitch, I felt like Meech, I felt like me, ten bands in a week\n[02:34.59] Hoes in the studio, I'm tryna record, let's multitask, get down on your knees\n[02:38.02] Cancel the Uber if it ain't tinted, I can't ride if the whip transparent\n[02:41.04] I can't even go to the petrol station, one wrong move, and you'll slip in traffic\n[02:44.68] Tables turned, and the plot just twisted like when Ghost got wigged by Tariq\n[02:47.95] Ten-car convoy deep on the euro tunnel, I'm takin' a trip to-\n[02:50.93] I don't care if they call my album a classic\n[02:53.12] I could go and retire right now off the hits that I got, so I don't need to panic\n[02:56.79] I don't need promo runs or PR stunts, everything organic\n[03:00.20] You don't wanna test my gangster, try get close and see what happens\n[03:03.00] Nobody makes it far where I'm from\n[03:04.84] So they say that I sold my soul, bro, I ain't even sold my masters\n[03:07.87] Drop to my knees in a dirty bando, I talk to God like I need some answers\n[03:11.37] If I go broke, I'll do it all over again, all I need is a phone and charger\n[03:14.69] I just ordered a stab-proof vest cah they said that they want man dead\n[03:17.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: CENTRAL CEE - 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Goin' through the motions\n\n  My girl said I'm emotionless\n  Heart cold like the Polar Express\n  They call me the voice of the street cah I speak on relevance\n  Top ten in my scene, that's evident\n  When I release, I compete with Americans\n  My young G still needs development\n  Stick with a silencer, and now it's got a speech impediment, uh\n  Ss-ss-stutterin', gotta leave, I'm sorry I'm anxious\n\n  Everyone's gangsters\n  Until it's time to ride and man start makin' excuse 'bout cameras\n  I won't glamourise this life, FaceTimin' the guys, and it don't look glamorous\n  May the strong survive, may the pagans die\n  I don't even beef those guys, they sayin' my name to create some hype\n  This one want a one-night stand, politely decline, she ain't my type\n  I'm sorry, Ms Jackson, I never meant to make her cry\n  I never entertain these guys, if I want drama, then my girl gon' start some\n\n  How the fuck you gon' argue with me when my flight departin'?\n  How you gon' raise 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You're in my apartment\n[01:11.14] Had to swallow my pride and ask my guy for help, that hurt 'cause I don't like askin'\n[01:14.88] I don't know how to make a song, I just rhyme on beat and say how I feel\n[01:18.66] Mum said, \"Don't ever trust no one that claims they're real\"\n[01:21.24] I'm real, I ain't gotta say that I'm real, the brodem know how I roll\n[01:24.57] I know, these women all come, and they go, I know that she ain't my girl\n[01:28.28] I'm not in the mood for socialisin', I'm sittin' in silence\n[01:31.75] I won't form an alliance if I don't like how your vibe is\n[01:35.27] Trap runnin' like Uber Eats, big up the delivery drivers\n[01:38.27] Some shit don't sit right with me, you live, and you learn, I can't live in this climate\n[01:42.56] Freedom riskin', the feds keep on friskin'\n[01:45.17] Before you get time to back out your knife, K1's gonna reach for his ting\n[01:48.82] So let's be realistic\n[01:50.50] I told her play with her pussy, I don't even care if 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