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(juice!)\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\nGod give me one sentence more\nMaybe I just gotta get suspended more?\nHash tag it, get mentions for it\nMake you love it, get it trending more\nAnd then act humble\nHear some bull that some dude mumble\nWantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you\nKnowin bitch niggas wanna bring guns to the rumbles, igh!\nBut I love y'all souls\nDon't let the juice spill pac!\nBlue pill pop\nTil you feel good enough to pop the popped bitch in the blue hills yop!\nThat one - drown in the juice nigga\nHunnid proof get \"fountain-of-youth\"ed nigga\nStop with all the trynna introduce nigga\nEverybody know you dude you the new nigga!\nHows it feel to be you, yo no se\nI ain't really been myself since rod passed\nI ain't even really need that shop class\nI ain't really been weak since pops smashed\nI'm a genius, a mothafuckin pop smash\nHit sensei, master\nJack and lindsey, wiley, kembe\nBeen paid, 10day been they fafsa\nAh! turn up turn up!\nJuice! 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All my niggas dead\n\nI turn the news on when I smell death in the air\nI prove you wrong, I made it out of here\nI don't belong, I see my past everywhere\nDon't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\nI got a war zone inside of my head\nI made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\nI've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)\nDon't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD\n\nUsed to run home from the train stop (Yeah)\nRunning so fast, dodging raindrops (Huh-ah-huh-ah-huh)\n'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)\n'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)\n'Member I was with my mama one time\nSeen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)\nPoint-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Whoo)\n\nWalked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)\nQuiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)\nCertain things we ain't talk about, mama\nWe just prayed off\nWe seen it all, don't get involved\nCarry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)\nConceal and revealing to people in court\n\nI still can feel it, I know that the world is evil\nIn case you thought a nigga forgot it\nWhen my homie was bleeding out\nAnother homie went in his pockets (Tch)\nPlease do not run up on me, not even as fans\nNiggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan\nI'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)\n\nThe days seem long as life gets shorter\nWe know sex, drugs, money, all in that order\nAin't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order\nLeaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)\n\nIt's a war zone laying inside my head\nI still think about all my niggas that's dead\nI'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said\nI'm too paranoid, I make sure, all my opps, they bled (Woah)\nDraining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh\nI'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat\nI only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah)\nI think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)\n\nI turn the news on when I smell death in the air","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.52] D.A. got that\n[00:14.23] D.A. got that dope\n[00:16.14] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[00:20.43] I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n[00:24.49] I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n[00:28.39] Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n[00:32.39] I got a war zone inside of my head\n[00:36.66] I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n[00:40.76] I've seen my brothers fall over and over again\n[00:44.53] Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD\n[00:48.84] I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef\n[00:50.74] Always yelling names that's deceased\n[00:52.82] I go off my mind and my instinct (And my instinct)\n[00:54.97] Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync\n[00:56.68] On the same thing, tryna repeat\n[00:58.80] We was in them whips, right back on the enemies\n[01:00.54] Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat\n[01:02.50] Fuck it out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release\n[01:04.67] And we in a car real fast from police\n[01:06.46] Shots fired back, but his ass in the street\n[01:08.48] When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany\n[01:10.47] Knowing if they call, it ain't shit they can't get from me\n[01:12.74] Lot of warfare, 17 had a 50 piece\n[01:14.60] Flexed on niggas so you know they wanna kill a G\n[01:16.63] (Royalty) Posted in the hood with some Bentley keys\n[01:18.91] (Loyalty) Roc died, showed 'em what it really mean\n[01:20.83] I can't sleep 'cause it's a war zone in my head\n[01:25.13] My killers good, they know I'm hands on with the bread\n[01:29.24] A million dollars ahead, I'm still angry and seeing red\n[01:33.14] How the fuck I'm 'posed to have fun? All my niggas dead\n[01:37.21] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[01:41.46] I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n[01:45.38] I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n[01:49.26] Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n[01:53.29] I got a war zone inside of my head\n[01:57.57] I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n[02:01.45] I've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)\n[02:05.38] Don't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD\n[02:09.64] Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah)\n[02:11.42] Running so fast, dodging raindrops (Huh-ah-huh-ah-huh)\n[02:13.52] 'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)\n[02:15.49] 'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)\n[02:17.37] 'Member I was with my mama one time\n[02:19.04] Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)\n[02:21.16] Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Whoo)\n[02:23.45] Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)\n[02:26.85] Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)\n[02:31.20] Certain things we ain't talk about, mama\n[02:33.76] We just prayed off\n[02:35.31] We seen it all, don't get involved\n[02:36.98] Carry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)\n[02:38.83] Conceal and revealing to people in court\n[02:40.68] I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil\n[02:43.01] In case you thought a nigga forgot it\n[02:45.24] When my homie was bleeding out\n[02:47.52] Another homie went in his pockets (Tch)\n[02:49.51] Please do not run up on me, not even as fans\n[02:52.66] Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan\n[02:54.96] I'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)\n[02:57.75] The days seem long as life gets shorter\n[03:01.31] We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order\n[03:05.17] Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order\n[03:09.52] Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)\n[03:13.89] It's a war zone laying inside my head\n[03:18.23] I still think about all my niggas that's dead\n[03:22.32] I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said\n[03:26.27] I'm too paranoid, I make sure, all my opps, they bled (Woah)\n[03:30.19] Draining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh\n[03:34.00] I'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat\n[03:37.71] I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah)\n[03:41.92] I think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)\n[03:46.22] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[03:49.70] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: PTSD (feat. 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dope\n\n I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n I got a war zone inside of my head\n I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n I've seen my brothers fall over and over again\n Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD\n\n I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef\n Always yelling names that's deceased\n I go off my mind and my instinct (And my instinct)\n Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync\n On the same thing, tryna repeat\n We was in them whips, right back on the enemies\n\n Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat\n Fuck it out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release\n And we in a car real fast from police\n Shots fired back, but his ass in the street\n When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany\n Knowing if they call, it ain't shit they can't get from me\n\n Lot of warfare, 17 had a 50 piece\n Flexed on niggas so 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All my niggas dead\n\n I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n I got a war zone inside of my head\n I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n I've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)\n Don't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD\n\n Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah)\n Running so fast, dodging raindrops (Huh-ah-huh-ah-huh)\n 'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)\n 'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)\n 'Member I was with my mama one time\n Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)\n Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Whoo)\n\n Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)\n Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)\n Certain things we ain't talk about, mama\n We just prayed off\n We seen it all, don't get involved\n Carry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)\n Conceal and revealing to people in court\n\n I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil\n In case you thought a nigga forgot it\n When my homie was bleeding out\n Another homie went in his pockets (Tch)\n Please do not run up on me, not even as fans\n Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan\n I'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)\n\n The days seem long as life gets shorter\n We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order\n Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order\n Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)\n\n It's a war zone laying inside my head\n I still think about all my niggas that's dead\n I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said\n I'm too paranoid, I make sure, all my opps, they bled (Woah)\n Draining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh\n I'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat\n I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah)\n I think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)\n\n I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n"},{"id":3683417,"name":"Juice","trackName":"Juice","artistName":"Chance the Rapper","albumName":"Acid Rap (10th Anniversary - Complete Edition)","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose\nI mean, I know I'm pretty cool\nMy Nitty bag, my kitty boost\nI got the juice, I got the juice\n\nChano, Chatham's own\nFoolies glad I'm home\nEven my haters kinda glad I'm on\nRest In Peace to my Vagabond\n\nRapper song, singer, suspended, subpoena\nFor misdemeanors, dreamer\nHeld-back ass is lowkey still a senior\nAnd I still shake up BO Squad, prayin' for my broke guys\n\nCity on the come up, shout that nigga Sosa\nShout my nigga Fat Trel, shout my nigga Joseph\nPlayin' Buenos Aires while they sleepin', buenas noches\n\nWonder if I wrote this, 'cause it's so crisp\nThe most brokest cold stockbroker, winter solstice\nI could win an Oscar, Russian accent husky\nAcid addict, costly avid actor, Kevin Costner (turn up, turn up)\n\nJuice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\nJuice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n\nGod, give me one sentence more\nMaybe I just gotta get suspended more?\nHashtag it, get mentions for it\nMake you love it, get it trendin' more\n\nAnd then act humble\nHear some bull that some dude mumble\nWantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you\nKnowin' bitch niggas wanna bring guns to the rumbles\n\nBut I love y'all souls, don't let the juice spill, Pac\nBlue pill pop 'til you feel good enough to pop\nThe popped bitch in the blue heels, yop\nThat one, drown in the juice, nigga\n\n100-proof get found in a youth, nigga\nStop with all the tryna' introduce, nigga\nEverybody know you dude, you the new nigga\nHow's it feel to be you? Yo no sé\n\nI ain't really been myself since Rod passed\nI ain't even really need that shop class\nI ain't really been weak since pop's smashed\nI'm a genius, a mothafuckin' pop smash\n\nHit sensei, master\nJack and Lindsey, Wiley, Kembe\nBeen paid, 10 Day been they FAFSA (turn up, turn up)\n\nJuice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\nJuice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n\nJugo, you never tasted paper\nTripped, racin' yaself tryna' chase the paper\nI just faced a Veg-er\nAnd you love being Kobe when you make the lay-er\n\n'Til you realize everybody in the world fuckin' hates the Lakers\nAnd then everybody wanna sip\n'Til the juice spill, everybody wanna bib\nAnd then everybody wanna dip\n\nTold you I ain't worried, I ain't scared of the booth\nAll you can do is spit a verse of the truth\nMerge the mixture with the purest of fruits\nAnd the thirst is the worst, it's the curse of the juice\n\nJuice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\nJuice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n\nThirsty, thirsty, tryna choose (Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!)\nI mean, I know I'm pretty cool (yup)\nMy Nitty bag, my kitty boost (Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!)\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n\n(Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!)\nYup\n(Juice! Juice! Juice! 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Yo no sé\n[01:45.49] I ain't really been myself since Rod passed\n[01:47.40] I ain't even really need that shop class\n[01:49.15] I ain't really been weak since pop's smashed\n[01:51.05] I'm a genius, a mothafuckin' pop smash\n[01:53.34] Hit sensei, master\n[01:54.44] Jack and Lindsey, Wiley, Kembe\n[01:56.35] Been paid, 10 Day been they FAFSA (turn up, turn up)\n[01:58.19] Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\n[02:02.44] I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n[02:05.52] Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\n[02:09.78] I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n[02:12.82] Jugo, you never tasted paper\n[02:17.43] Tripped, racin' yaself tryna' chase the paper\n[02:20.54] I just faced a Veg-er\n[02:21.87] And you love being Kobe when you make the lay-er\n[02:24.88] 'Til you realize everybody in the world fuckin' hates the Lakers\n[02:29.89] And then everybody wanna sip\n[02:31.49] 'Til the juice spill, everybody wanna bib\n[02:33.53] And then everybody wanna dip\n[02:34.82] Told you I ain't worried, I ain't scared of the booth\n[02:36.78] All you can do is spit a verse of the truth\n[02:38.59] Merge the mixture with the purest of fruits\n[02:40.40] And the thirst is the worst, it's the curse of the juice\n[02:42.20] Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\n[02:46.47] I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n[02:50.23] Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\n[02:53.97] I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n[02:57.82] Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose (Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!)\n[03:01.55] I mean, I know I'm pretty cool (yup)\n[03:05.26] My Nitty bag, my kitty boost (Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!)\n[03:08.99] I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n[03:12.17] (Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!)\n[03:18.86] Yup\n[03:19.78] (Juice! Juice! Juice! 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All my niggas dead\n\nI turn the news on when I smell death in the air\nI prove you wrong, I made it out of here\nI don't belong, I see my past everywhere\nDon't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\nI got a war zone inside of my head\nI made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\nI've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)\nDon't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD\n\nUsed to run home from the train stop (Yeah)\nRunning so fast, dodging raindrops (Huh-ah-huh-ah-huh)\n'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)\n'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)\n'Member I was with my mama one time\nSeen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)\nPoint-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Whoo)\n\nWalked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)\nQuiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)\nCertain things we ain't talk about, mama\nWe just prayed off\nWe seen it all, don't get involved\nCarry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)\nConceal and revealing to people in court\n\nI still can feel it, I know that the world is evil\nIn case you thought a nigga forgot it\nWhen my homie was bleeding out\nAnother homie went in his pockets (Tch)\nPlease do not run up on me, not even as fans\nNiggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan\nI'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)\n\nThe days seem long as life gets shorter\nWe know sex, drugs, money, all in that order\nAin't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order\nLeaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)\n\nIt's a war zone laying inside my head\nI still think about all my niggas that's dead\nI'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said\nI'm too paranoid, I make sure, all my opps, they bled (Woah)\nDraining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh\nI'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat\nI only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah)\nI think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)\n\nI turn the news on when I smell death in the air","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.38] D.A. got that\n[00:14.26] D.A. got that dope\n[00:16.62] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[00:20.57] I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n[00:24.42] I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n[00:28.56] Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n[00:32.90] I got a war zone inside of my head\n[00:36.77] I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n[00:40.53] I've seen my brothers fall over and over again\n[00:44.56] Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD\n[00:49.06] I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef\n[00:50.91] Always yelling names that's deceased\n[00:53.09] I go off my mind and my instinct (And my instinct)\n[00:54.83] Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync\n[00:56.92] On the same thing, tryna repeat\n[00:58.97] We was in them whips, right back on the enemies\n[01:00.52] Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat\n[01:02.53] Fuck it out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release\n[01:04.54] And we in a car real fast from police\n[01:06.34] Shots fired back, but his ass in the street\n[01:08.49] When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany\n[01:10.59] Knowing if they call, it ain't shit they can't get from me\n[01:12.89] Lot of warfare, 17 had a 50 piece\n[01:14.66] Flexed on niggas so you know they wanna kill a G\n[01:16.76] (Royalty) Posted in the hood with some Bentley keys\n[01:18.63] (Loyalty) Roc died, showed 'em what it really mean\n[01:21.44] I can't sleep 'cause it's a war zone in my head\n[01:24.84] My killers good, they know I'm hands on with the bread\n[01:28.92] A million dollars ahead, I'm still angry and seeing red\n[01:33.37] How the fuck I'm 'posed to have fun? All my niggas dead\n[01:37.18] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[01:41.10] I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n[01:45.04] I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n[01:49.20] Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n[01:53.07] I got a war zone inside of my head\n[01:57.36] I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n[02:01.47] I've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)\n[02:05.27] Don't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD\n[02:09.63] Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah)\n[02:11.50] Running so fast, dodging raindrops (Huh-ah-huh-ah-huh)\n[02:13.53] 'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)\n[02:15.30] 'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)\n[02:17.42] 'Member I was with my mama one time\n[02:19.03] Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)\n[02:21.45] Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Whoo)\n[02:23.34] Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)\n[02:27.01] Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)\n[02:31.47] Certain things we ain't talk about, mama\n[02:32.98] We just prayed off\n[02:34.97] We seen it all, don't get involved\n[02:36.79] Carry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)\n[02:38.87] Conceal and revealing to people in court\n[02:40.85] I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil\n[02:43.08] In case you thought a nigga forgot it\n[02:45.54] When my homie was bleeding out\n[02:47.02] Another homie went in his pockets (Tch)\n[02:50.12] Please do not run up on me, not even as fans\n[02:52.58] Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan\n[02:54.97] I'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)\n[02:57.44] The days seem long as life gets shorter\n[03:01.06] We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order\n[03:05.15] Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order\n[03:09.44] Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)\n[03:13.90] It's a war zone laying inside my head\n[03:18.26] I still think about all my niggas that's dead\n[03:22.21] I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said\n[03:26.47] I'm too paranoid, I make sure, all my opps, they bled (Woah)\n[03:29.93] Draining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh\n[03:33.88] I'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat\n[03:37.71] I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah)\n[03:41.84] I think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)\n[03:46.22] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[03:49.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: PTSD (feat. 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All my niggas dead\n\n I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n I got a war zone inside of my head\n I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n I've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)\n Don't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD\n\n Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah)\n Running so fast, dodging raindrops (Huh-ah-huh-ah-huh)\n 'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)\n 'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)\n 'Member I was with my mama one time\n Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)\n Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Whoo)\n\n Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)\n Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)\n Certain things we ain't talk about, mama\n We just prayed off\n We seen it all, don't get involved\n Carry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)\n Conceal and revealing to people in court\n\n I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil\n In case you thought a nigga forgot it\n When my homie was bleeding out\n Another homie went in his pockets (Tch)\n Please do not run up on me, not even as fans\n Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan\n I'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)\n\n The days seem long as life gets shorter\n We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order\n Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order\n Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)\n\n It's a war zone laying inside my head\n I still think about all my niggas that's dead\n I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said\n I'm too paranoid, I make sure, all my opps, they bled (Woah)\n Draining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh\n I'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat\n I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah)\n I think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)\n\n I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n"},{"id":3904089,"name":"Juice (Prod. by Nate Fox) (DatPiff Exclusive)","trackName":"Juice (Prod. by Nate Fox) (DatPiff Exclusive)","artistName":"Chance the Rapper","albumName":"Acid Rap","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose\nI mean, I know I'm pretty cool\nMy Nitty bag, my kitty boost\nI got the juice, I got the juice\n\nChano, Chatham's own\nFoolies glad I'm home\nEven my haters kinda glad I'm on\nRest In Peace to my Vagabond\n\nRapper song, singer, suspended, subpoena\nFor misdemeanors, dreamer\nHeld-back ass is lowkey still a senior\nAnd I still shake up BO Squad, prayin' for my broke guys\n\nCity on the come up, shout that nigga Sosa\nShout my nigga Fat Trel, shout my nigga Joseph\nPlayin' Buenos Aires while they sleepin', buenas noches\n\nWonder if I wrote this, 'cause it's so crisp\nThe most brokest cold stockbroker, winter solstice\nI could win an Oscar, Russian accent husky\nAcid addict, costly avid actor, Kevin Costner (turn up, turn up)\n\nJuice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\nJuice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n\nGod, give me one sentence more\nMaybe I just gotta get suspended more?\nHashtag it, get mentions for it\nMake you love it, get it trendin' more\n\nAnd then act humble\nHear some bull that some dude mumble\nWantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you\nKnowin' bitch niggas wanna bring guns to the rumbles\n\nBut I love y'all souls, don't let the juice spill, Pac\nBlue pill pop 'til you feel good enough to pop\nThe popped bitch in the blue heels, yop\nThat one, drown in the juice, nigga\n\n100-proof get found in a youth, nigga\nStop with all the tryna' introduce, nigga\nEverybody know you dude, you the new nigga\nHow's it feel to be you? Yo no sé\n\nI ain't really been myself since Rod passed\nI ain't even really need that shop class\nI ain't really been weak since pop's smashed\nI'm a genius, a mothafuckin' pop smash\n\nHit sensei, master\nJack and Lindsey, Wiley, Kembe\nBeen paid, 10 Day been they FAFSA (turn up, turn up)\n\nJuice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\nJuice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n\nJugo, you never tasted paper\nTripped, racin' yaself tryna' chase the paper\nI just faced a Veg-er\nAnd you love being Kobe when you make the lay-er\n\n'Til you realize everybody in the world fuckin' hates the Lakers\nAnd then everybody wanna sip\n'Til the juice spill, everybody wanna bib\nAnd then everybody wanna dip\n\nTold you I ain't worried, I ain't scared of the booth\nAll you can do is spit a verse of the truth\nMerge the mixture with the purest of fruits\nAnd the thirst is the worst, it's the curse of the juice\n\nJuice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\nJuice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n\nThirsty, thirsty, tryna choose (Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!)\nI mean, I know I'm pretty cool (yup)\nMy Nitty bag, my kitty boost (Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!)\nI got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n\n(Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!)\nYup\n(Juice! Juice! Juice! 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Yo no sé\n[01:45.49] I ain't really been myself since Rod passed\n[01:47.40] I ain't even really need that shop class\n[01:49.15] I ain't really been weak since pop's smashed\n[01:51.05] I'm a genius, a mothafuckin' pop smash\n[01:53.34] Hit sensei, master\n[01:54.44] Jack and Lindsey, Wiley, Kembe\n[01:56.35] Been paid, 10 Day been they FAFSA (turn up, turn up)\n[01:58.19] Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\n[02:02.44] I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n[02:05.52] Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\n[02:09.78] I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n[02:12.82] Jugo, you never tasted paper\n[02:17.43] Tripped, racin' yaself tryna' chase the paper\n[02:20.54] I just faced a Veg-er\n[02:21.87] And you love being Kobe when you make the lay-er\n[02:24.88] 'Til you realize everybody in the world fuckin' hates the Lakers\n[02:29.89] And then everybody wanna sip\n[02:31.49] 'Til the juice spill, everybody wanna bib\n[02:33.53] And then everybody wanna dip\n[02:34.82] Told you I ain't worried, I ain't scared of the booth\n[02:36.78] All you can do is spit a verse of the truth\n[02:38.59] Merge the mixture with the purest of fruits\n[02:40.40] And the thirst is the worst, it's the curse of the juice\n[02:42.20] Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\n[02:46.47] I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n[02:50.23] Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!\n[02:53.97] I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n[02:57.82] Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose (Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!)\n[03:01.55] I mean, I know I'm pretty cool (yup)\n[03:05.26] My Nitty bag, my kitty boost (Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!)\n[03:08.99] I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)\n[03:12.17] (Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!)\n[03:18.86] Yup\n[03:19.78] (Juice! Juice! Juice! 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All my niggas dead\n\nI turn the news on when I smell death in the air\nI prove you wrong, I made it out of here\nI don't belong, I see my past everywhere\nDon't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\nI got a war zone inside of my head\nI made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\nI've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)\nDon't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD\n\nUsed to run home from the train stop (Yeah)\nRunning so fast, dodging raindrops (Huh-ah-huh-ah-huh)\n'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)\n'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)\n'Member I was with my mama one time\nSeen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)\nPoint-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Whoo)\n\nWalked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)\nQuiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)\nCertain things we ain't talk about, mama\nWe just prayed off\nWe seen it all, don't get involved\nCarry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)\nConceal and revealing to people in court\n\nI still can feel it, I know that the world is evil\nIn case you thought a nigga forgot it\nWhen my homie was bleeding out\nAnother homie went in his pockets (Tch)\nPlease do not run up on me, not even as fans\nNiggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan\nI'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)\n\nThe days seem long as life gets shorter\nWe know sex, drugs, money, all in that order\nAin't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order\nLeaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)\n\nIt's a war zone laying inside my head\nI still think about all my niggas that's dead\nI'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said\nI'm too paranoid, I make sure, all my opps, they bled (Woah)\nDraining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh\nI'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat\nI only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah)\nI think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)\n\nI turn the news on when I smell death in the air","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.38] D.A. got that\n[00:14.26] D.A. got that dope\n[00:16.62] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[00:20.57] I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n[00:24.42] I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n[00:28.56] Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n[00:32.90] I got a war zone inside of my head\n[00:36.77] I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n[00:40.53] I've seen my brothers fall over and over again\n[00:44.56] Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD\n[00:49.06] I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef\n[00:50.91] Always yelling names that's deceased\n[00:53.09] I go off my mind and my instinct (And my instinct)\n[00:54.83] Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync\n[00:56.92] On the same thing, tryna repeat\n[00:58.97] We was in them whips, right back on the enemies\n[01:00.52] Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat\n[01:02.53] Fuck it out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release\n[01:04.54] And we in a car real fast from police\n[01:06.34] Shots fired back, but his ass in the street\n[01:08.49] When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany\n[01:10.59] Knowing if they call, it ain't shit they can't get from me\n[01:12.89] Lot of warfare, 17 had a 50 piece\n[01:14.66] Flexed on niggas so you know they wanna kill a G\n[01:16.76] (Royalty) Posted in the hood with some Bentley keys\n[01:18.63] (Loyalty) Roc died, showed 'em what it really mean\n[01:21.44] I can't sleep 'cause it's a war zone in my head\n[01:24.84] My killers good, they know I'm hands on with the bread\n[01:28.92] A million dollars ahead, I'm still angry and seeing red\n[01:33.37] How the fuck I'm 'posed to have fun? All my niggas dead\n[01:37.18] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[01:41.10] I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n[01:45.04] I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n[01:49.20] Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n[01:53.07] I got a war zone inside of my head\n[01:57.36] I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n[02:01.47] I've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)\n[02:05.27] Don't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD\n[02:09.63] Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah)\n[02:11.50] Running so fast, dodging raindrops (Huh-ah-huh-ah-huh)\n[02:13.53] 'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)\n[02:15.30] 'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)\n[02:17.42] 'Member I was with my mama one time\n[02:19.03] Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)\n[02:21.45] Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Whoo)\n[02:23.34] Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)\n[02:27.01] Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)\n[02:31.47] Certain things we ain't talk about, mama\n[02:32.98] We just prayed off\n[02:34.97] We seen it all, don't get involved\n[02:36.79] Carry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)\n[02:38.87] Conceal and revealing to people in court\n[02:40.85] I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil\n[02:43.08] In case you thought a nigga forgot it\n[02:45.54] When my homie was bleeding out\n[02:47.02] Another homie went in his pockets (Tch)\n[02:50.12] Please do not run up on me, not even as fans\n[02:52.58] Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan\n[02:54.97] I'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)\n[02:57.44] The days seem long as life gets shorter\n[03:01.06] We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order\n[03:05.15] Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order\n[03:09.44] Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)\n[03:13.90] It's a war zone laying inside my head\n[03:18.26] I still think about all my niggas that's dead\n[03:22.21] I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said\n[03:26.47] I'm too paranoid, I make sure, all my opps, they bled (Woah)\n[03:29.93] Draining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh\n[03:33.88] I'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat\n[03:37.71] I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah)\n[03:41.84] I think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)\n[03:46.22] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[03:49.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: PTSD (feat. 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All my niggas dead\n\n I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n I got a war zone inside of my head\n I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n I've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)\n Don't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD\n\n Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah)\n Running so fast, dodging raindrops (Huh-ah-huh-ah-huh)\n 'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)\n 'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)\n 'Member I was with my mama one time\n Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)\n Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Whoo)\n\n Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)\n Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)\n Certain things we ain't talk about, mama\n We just prayed off\n We seen it all, don't get involved\n Carry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)\n Conceal and revealing to people in court\n\n I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil\n In case you thought a nigga forgot it\n When my homie was bleeding out\n Another homie went in his pockets (Tch)\n Please do not run up on me, not even as fans\n Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan\n I'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)\n\n The days seem long as life gets shorter\n We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order\n Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order\n Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)\n\n It's a war zone laying inside my head\n I still think about all my niggas that's dead\n I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said\n I'm too paranoid, I make sure, all my opps, they bled (Woah)\n Draining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh\n I'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat\n I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah)\n I think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)\n\n I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n"},{"id":19732732,"name":"ptsd feat chance the rapper g herbo","trackName":"ptsd feat chance the rapper g herbo","artistName":"juice wrld","albumName":"ptsd","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"D.A. got that\nD.A. got that dope\n\nI turn the news on when I smell death in the air\nI prove you wrong, I made it out of here\nI don't belong, I see my past everywhere\nDon't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\nI got a war zone inside of my head\nI made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\nI've seen my brothers fall over and over again\nDon't stand too close to me, I got PTSD\n\nI was hearing bangs like Chief Keef\nAlways yelling names that's deceased\nI go off my mind and my instinct (And my instinct)\nShootin' at the same time, we was in sync\nOn the same thing, tryna repeat\nWe was in them whips, right back on the enemies\n\nStuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat\nFuck it out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release\nAnd we in a car real fast from police\nShots fired back, but his ass in the street\nWhen I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany\nKnowing if they call, it ain't shit they can't get from me\n\nLot of warfare, 17 had a 50 piece\nFlexed on niggas so you know they wanna kill a G\n(Royalty) Posted in the hood with some Bentley keys\n(Loyalty) Roc died, showed 'em what it really mean\nI can't sleep 'cause it's a war zone in my head\nMy killers good, they know I'm hands on with the bread\nA million dollars ahead, I'm still angry and seeing red\nHow the fuck I'm 'posed to have fun? All my niggas dead\n\nI turn the news on when I smell death in the air\nI prove you wrong, I made it out of here\nI don't belong, I see my past everywhere\nDon't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\nI got a war zone inside of my head\nI made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\nI've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)\nDon't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD\n\nUsed to run home from the train stop (Yeah)\nRunning so fast, dodging raindrops (Huh-ah-huh-ah-huh)\n'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)\n'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)\n'Member I was with my mama one time\nSeen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)\nPoint-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Whoo)\n\nWalked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)\nQuiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)\nCertain things we ain't talk about, mama\nWe just prayed off\nWe seen it all, don't get involved\nCarry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)\nConceal and revealing to people in court\n\nI still can feel it, I know that the world is evil\nIn case you thought a nigga forgot it\nWhen my homie was bleeding out\nAnother homie went in his pockets (Tch)\nPlease do not run up on me, not even as fans\nNiggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan\nI'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)\n\nThe days seem long as life gets shorter\nWe know sex, drugs, money, all in that order\nAin't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order\nLeaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)\n\nIt's a war zone laying inside my head\nI still think about all my niggas that's dead\nI'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said\nI'm too paranoid, I make sure, all my opps, they bled (Woah)\nDraining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh\nI'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat\nI only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah)\nI think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)\n\nI turn the news on when I smell death in the air","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.52] D.A. got that\n[00:14.23] D.A. got that dope\n[00:16.14] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[00:20.43] I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n[00:24.49] I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n[00:28.39] Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n[00:32.39] I got a war zone inside of my head\n[00:36.66] I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n[00:40.76] I've seen my brothers fall over and over again\n[00:44.53] Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD\n[00:48.84] I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef\n[00:50.74] Always yelling names that's deceased\n[00:52.82] I go off my mind and my instinct (And my instinct)\n[00:54.97] Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync\n[00:56.68] On the same thing, tryna repeat\n[00:58.80] We was in them whips, right back on the enemies\n[01:00.54] Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat\n[01:02.50] Fuck it out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release\n[01:04.67] And we in a car real fast from police\n[01:06.46] Shots fired back, but his ass in the street\n[01:08.48] When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany\n[01:10.47] Knowing if they call, it ain't shit they can't get from me\n[01:12.74] Lot of warfare, 17 had a 50 piece\n[01:14.60] Flexed on niggas so you know they wanna kill a G\n[01:16.63] (Royalty) Posted in the hood with some Bentley keys\n[01:18.91] (Loyalty) Roc died, showed 'em what it really mean\n[01:20.83] I can't sleep 'cause it's a war zone in my head\n[01:25.13] My killers good, they know I'm hands on with the bread\n[01:29.24] A million dollars ahead, I'm still angry and seeing red\n[01:33.14] How the fuck I'm 'posed to have fun? All my niggas dead\n[01:37.21] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[01:41.46] I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n[01:45.38] I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n[01:49.26] Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n[01:53.29] I got a war zone inside of my head\n[01:57.57] I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n[02:01.45] I've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)\n[02:05.38] Don't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD\n[02:09.64] Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah)\n[02:11.42] Running so fast, dodging raindrops (Huh-ah-huh-ah-huh)\n[02:13.52] 'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)\n[02:15.49] 'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)\n[02:17.37] 'Member I was with my mama one time\n[02:19.04] Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)\n[02:21.16] Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Whoo)\n[02:23.45] Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)\n[02:26.85] Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)\n[02:31.20] Certain things we ain't talk about, mama\n[02:33.76] We just prayed off\n[02:35.31] We seen it all, don't get involved\n[02:36.98] Carry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)\n[02:38.83] Conceal and revealing to people in court\n[02:40.68] I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil\n[02:43.01] In case you thought a nigga forgot it\n[02:45.24] When my homie was bleeding out\n[02:47.52] Another homie went in his pockets (Tch)\n[02:49.51] Please do not run up on me, not even as fans\n[02:52.66] Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan\n[02:54.96] I'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)\n[02:57.75] The days seem long as life gets shorter\n[03:01.31] We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order\n[03:05.17] Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order\n[03:09.52] Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)\n[03:13.89] It's a war zone laying inside my head\n[03:18.23] I still think about all my niggas that's dead\n[03:22.32] I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said\n[03:26.27] I'm too paranoid, I make sure, all my opps, they bled (Woah)\n[03:30.19] Draining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh\n[03:34.00] I'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat\n[03:37.71] I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah)\n[03:41.92] I think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)\n[03:46.22] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[03:49.70] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: ptsd feat chance the rapper g herbo\n artist: juice wrld\n album: ptsd\n duration_ms: 234000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: D.A. got that\n start_ms: 12520\n end_ms: 14230\n- text: D.A. got that dope\n start_ms: 14230\n end_ms: 16140\n- text: I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n start_ms: 16140\n end_ms: 20430\n- text: I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n start_ms: 20430\n end_ms: 24490\n- text: I don't 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All my niggas dead\n\nI turn the news on when I smell death in the air\nI prove you wrong, I made it out of here\nI don't belong, I see my past everywhere\nDon't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\nI got a war zone inside of my head\nI made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\nI've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)\nDon't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD\n\nUsed to run home from the train stop (Yeah)\nRunning so fast, dodging raindrops (Huh-ah-huh-ah-huh)\n'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)\n'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)\n'Member I was with my mama one time\nSeen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)\nPoint-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Whoo)\n\nWalked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)\nQuiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)\nCertain things we ain't talk about, mama\nWe just prayed off\nWe seen it all, don't get involved\nCarry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)\nConceal and revealing to people in court\n\nI still can feel it, I know that the world is evil\nIn case you thought a nigga forgot it\nWhen my homie was bleeding out\nAnother homie went in his pockets (Tch)\nPlease do not run up on me, not even as fans\nNiggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan\nI'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)\n\nThe days seem long as life gets shorter\nWe know sex, drugs, money, all in that order\nAin't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order\nLeaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)\n\nIt's a war zone laying inside my head\nI still think about all my niggas that's dead\nI'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said\nI'm too paranoid, I make sure, all my opps, they bled (Woah)\nDraining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh\nI'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat\nI only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah)\nI think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)\n\nI turn the news on when I smell death in the air","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.50] D.A. got that\n[00:14.17] D.A. got that dope\n[00:16.03] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[00:20.40] I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n[00:24.47] I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n[00:28.25] Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n[00:32.23] I got a war zone inside of my head\n[00:36.61] I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n[00:40.75] I've seen my brothers fall over and over again\n[00:44.51] Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD\n[00:48.87] I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef\n[00:50.51] Always yelling names that's deceased\n[00:52.86] I go off my mind and my instinct (And my instinct)\n[00:55.08] Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync\n[00:56.69] On the same thing, tryna repeat\n[00:58.77] We was in them whips, right back on the enemies\n[01:00.60] Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat\n[01:02.63] Fuck it out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release\n[01:04.61] And we in a car real fast from police\n[01:06.61] Shots fired back, but his ass in the street\n[01:08.38] When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany\n[01:10.40] Knowing if they call, it ain't shit they can't get from me\n[01:12.76] Lot of warfare, 17 had a 50 piece\n[01:14.65] Flexed on niggas so you know they wanna kill a G\n[01:16.65] (Royalty) Posted in the hood with some Bentley keys\n[01:19.05] (Loyalty) Roc died, showed 'em what it really mean\n[01:20.58] I can't sleep 'cause it's a war zone in my head\n[01:25.12] My killers good, they know I'm hands on with the bread\n[01:29.22] A million dollars ahead, I'm still angry and seeing red\n[01:33.03] How the fuck I'm 'posed to have fun? All my niggas dead\n[01:37.28] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[01:41.33] I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n[01:45.20] I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n[01:49.22] Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n[01:53.03] I got a war zone inside of my head\n[01:57.58] I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n[02:01.47] I've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)\n[02:05.25] Don't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD\n[02:09.59] Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah)\n[02:11.43] Running so fast, dodging raindrops (Huh-ah-huh-ah-huh)\n[02:13.48] 'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)\n[02:15.46] 'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)\n[02:17.25] 'Member I was with my mama one time\n[02:19.13] Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)\n[02:20.96] Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Whoo)\n[02:23.35] Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)\n[02:26.70] Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)\n[02:31.06] Certain things we ain't talk about, mama\n[02:33.27] We just prayed off\n[02:34.92] We seen it all, don't get involved\n[02:36.78] Carry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)\n[02:38.75] Conceal and revealing to people in court\n[02:40.81] I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil\n[02:43.23] In case you thought a nigga forgot it\n[02:45.01] When my homie was bleeding out\n[02:47.47] Another homie went in his pockets (Tch)\n[02:49.29] Please do not run up on me, not even as fans\n[02:52.39] Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan\n[02:54.99] I'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)\n[02:57.62] The days seem long as life gets shorter\n[03:01.23] We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order\n[03:04.98] Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order\n[03:09.35] Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)\n[03:13.64] It's a war zone laying inside my head\n[03:18.00] I still think about all my niggas that's dead\n[03:22.19] I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said\n[03:26.12] I'm too paranoid, I make sure, all my opps, they bled (Woah)\n[03:30.08] Draining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh\n[03:33.85] I'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat\n[03:37.62] I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah)\n[03:41.71] I think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)\n[03:46.12] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n[03:49.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: ptsd feat g herbo chance the rapper\n artist: juice wrld\n album: ptsd\n duration_ms: 234000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: D.A. got that\n start_ms: 12500\n end_ms: 14170\n- text: D.A. got that dope\n start_ms: 14170\n end_ms: 16030\n- text: I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n start_ms: 16030\n end_ms: 20400\n- text: I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n start_ms: 20400\n end_ms: 24470\n- text: I don't 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All my niggas dead\n\n I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n I prove you wrong, I made it out of here\n I don't belong, I see my past everywhere\n Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD\n I got a war zone inside of my head\n I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead\n I've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)\n Don't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD\n\n Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah)\n Running so fast, dodging raindrops (Huh-ah-huh-ah-huh)\n 'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)\n 'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)\n 'Member I was with my mama one time\n Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)\n Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Whoo)\n\n Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)\n Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)\n Certain things we ain't talk about, mama\n We just prayed off\n We seen it all, don't get involved\n Carry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)\n Conceal and revealing to people in court\n\n I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil\n In case you thought a nigga forgot it\n When my homie was bleeding out\n Another homie went in his pockets (Tch)\n Please do not run up on me, not even as fans\n Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan\n I'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)\n\n The days seem long as life gets shorter\n We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order\n Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order\n Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)\n\n It's a war zone laying inside my head\n I still think about all my niggas that's dead\n I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said\n I'm too paranoid, I make sure, all my opps, they bled (Woah)\n Draining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh\n I'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat\n I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah)\n I think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)\n\n I turn the news on when I smell death in the air\n"}]