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priest told me it's angels, my niggas told me it's nothing\n[01:23.66] I'm thinking about my nigga he thinking before he die\n[01:26.45] I'm going to war with fate and I'm going to war with God\n[01:29.39] I'm burning up all the papers 'cause all the reporters lied\n[01:32.73] I call him my lil' homie, he bought him a .45\n[01:35.73] Brown boys are dying and none of 'em were for business\n[01:38.84] And all of 'em love they mommas and all of they mommas miss 'em\n[01:42.00] And this shit is just stupid, this shit is just fucking senseless\n[01:44.89] The news shouldn't support it, this shit is getting expensive\n[01:47.98] I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wide\n[01:53.62] Hoping that I find you\n[01:59.63] And I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wide\n[02:05.73] Hoping that I find you\n[02:08.82] (And now for something completely different)\n[02:11.90] And I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wide\n[02:17.61] Hoping that I find you\n[02:23.23] And hoping that I find you\n[02:29.17] I been hoping that I find you\n[02:33.95] We're missing you\n[02:39.63] We're missing you\n[02:45.42] We're missing you\n[02:52.18] We're missing you\n[02:58.10] I'm missing you\n[02:59.40] In the real world, these just people with ideas\n[03:05.44] In the real world, these just people with ideas (I'm missing you)\n[03:11.66] In the real world, these just people with ideas\n[03:15.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Missing You [prod. by Thomas Foolery]\n  artist: Chance The Rapper\n  album: 10 Day\n  duration_ms: 218806\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: In the real world, these just people with ideas\n  start_ms: 5520\n  end_ms: 11360\n- text: In the real world, these just people with ideas\n  start_ms: 11360\n  end_ms: 17440\n- text: In the real world, these just people with ideas\n  start_ms: 17440\n  end_ms: 23580\n- text: In the real world, these just people with ideas\n  start_ms: 23580\n  end_ms: 35950\n- text: That shit cray, that shit 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