[{"id":16574787,"name":"Sour Face","trackName":"Sour Face","artistName":"Childish Gambino","albumName":"The Great Gambino","duration":154.621975,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do I have to rob Peter just to pay Paul\nJust to get a blessing and to get my point across?\nPlay the game to win, get the money and the cars\nPussy come free when you handle business like a boss\nIn that GS regal, watch me swang it like a Porsche\nOne for sitting hard, knockin' pictures off the wall\nBitch I'm out here doggin', and I got 'em droppin' charge\nUsed to push the great white like I was swimmin' with the sharks\nI was dead broke, tell 'em presidents they resurrected\nAnd my dead pockets they was lifeless 'til I sold them records\nI'm in the magazine posing with my nigga\nDouble XL wide sell on a nigga\nI'm so high, I could bring hell on a nigga\nLifetime bars no bail for a nigga\nBitches keep head and tail for a nigga\nThink I sold my soul away, this ice fell on a nigger\n\nPlay this in your car, give 'em sour face\nPlay this, play this in the club, give 'em sour face\nNigga, when they hear it, that's that sour face\nNigga lookin' at me crazy, that's that sour face\nRing the alarm, Comme des Garзons\nLunch with a bunch of my niggas at the pond\nBowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry\nPlaces that I'm stayin' got more whites than all my laundry\nLife of a Kennedy, James Dean roll out\nSummer spent in places most my people never know about\nGettin' mama new house, for now I'm fuckin' wearin' it\nFourth of July, bitch, my shit be so American\nBless the chick I'm marryin', keep the whole estate intact\nBless the son I didn't have, sprayed 'em on her lower back\nFocus on them roaches, I ain't never goin' back\nWine is so precocious, sippin' on somebody's yacht\nReal money's never seen, whole thing classic\nThink about in 10 years, change your whole mindset\nBack when I would still sweat five Gs\nBack when I was hookin' up with Ali Brie—stunt!\nYeah, it's East Side forever, bitch\nHate mail comin' from these niggas who was never rich\nOr never poor, or never fly\nOr seen somebody get wet up outside of Golden Glide\nHot 107, nine dreams when I run through\nMan, that's fam, Steve, Swank, that's the whole crew\nMonster like a muppet, wallet Warren Buffett\nCamp was last year but I ain't ever have to rough it\nLookin' fresh from the McFlys up\nYou don't know about 'em, better wise up\nBusy with them rollers, I don't carry mine\n(Busy with them rollers, I don't carry mine)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.19] Do I have to rob Peter just to pay Paul\n[00:13.71] Just to get a blessing and to get my point across?\n[00:16.82] Play the game to win, get the money and the cars\n[00:19.70] Pussy come free when you handle business like a boss\n[00:22.53] In that GS regal, watch me swang it like a Porsche\n[00:25.55] One for sitting hard, knockin' pictures off the wall\n[00:28.70] Bitch I'm out here doggin', and I got 'em droppin' charge\n[00:31.72] Used to push the great white like I was swimmin' with the sharks\n[00:34.62] I was dead broke, tell 'em presidents they resurrected\n[00:37.65] And my dead pockets they was lifeless 'til I sold them records\n[00:40.82] I'm in the magazine posing with my nigga\n[00:43.76] Double XL wide sell on a nigga\n[00:46.80] I'm so high, I could bring hell on a nigga\n[00:49.79] Lifetime bars no bail for a nigga\n[00:52.65] Bitches keep head and tail for a nigga\n[00:55.58] Think I sold my soul away, this ice fell on a nigger\n[00:58.59] Play this in your car, give 'em sour face\n[01:01.75] Play this, play this in the club, give 'em sour face\n[01:04.64] Nigga, when they hear it, that's that sour face\n[01:07.64] Nigga lookin' at me crazy, that's that sour face\n[01:10.75] Ring the alarm, Comme des Garзons\n[01:13.74] Lunch with a bunch of my niggas at the pond\n[01:16.58] Bowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry\n[01:19.35] Places that I'm stayin' got more whites than all my laundry\n[01:22.41] Life of a Kennedy, James Dean roll out\n[01:25.67] Summer spent in places most my people never know about\n[01:28.52] Gettin' mama new house, for now I'm fuckin' wearin' it\n[01:31.42] Fourth of July, bitch, my shit be so American\n[01:34.74] Bless the chick I'm marryin', keep the whole estate intact\n[01:37.66] Bless the son I didn't have, sprayed 'em on her lower back\n[01:40.57] Focus on them roaches, I ain't never goin' back\n[01:43.69] Wine is so precocious, sippin' on somebody's yacht\n[01:46.58] Real money's never seen, whole thing classic\n[01:49.52] Think about in 10 years, change your whole mindset\n[01:52.32] Back when I would still sweat five Gs\n[01:55.68] Back when I was hookin' up with Ali Brie—stunt!\n[01:59.78] Yeah, it's East Side forever, bitch\n[02:01.60] Hate mail comin' from these niggas who was never rich\n[02:04.50] Or never poor, or never fly\n[02:07.76] Or seen somebody get wet up outside of Golden Glide\n[02:10.53] Hot 107, nine dreams when I run through\n[02:13.36] Man, that's fam, Steve, Swank, that's the whole crew\n[02:16.32] Monster like a muppet, wallet Warren Buffett\n[02:19.05] Camp was last year but I ain't ever have to rough it\n[02:23.15] Lookin' fresh from the McFlys up\n[02:25.68] You don't know about 'em, better wise up\n[02:28.47] Busy with them rollers, I don't carry mine\n[02:31.47] (Busy with them rollers, I don't carry mine)\n[02:34.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Sour Face\n artist: Childish Gambino\n album: The Great Gambino\n duration_ms: 154622\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Do I have to rob Peter just to pay Paul\n start_ms: 11190\n end_ms: 13710\n- text: Just to get a blessing and to get my point across?\n start_ms: 13710\n end_ms: 16820\n- text: Play the game to win, get the money and the cars\n start_ms: 16820\n end_ms: 19700\n- text: Pussy come free when you handle business like a boss\n start_ms: 19700\n end_ms: 22530\n- text: In that GS regal, watch me swang it like a Porsche\n start_ms: 22530\n end_ms: 25550\n- text: One for sitting hard, knockin' pictures off the wall\n start_ms: 25550\n end_ms: 28700\n- text: Bitch I'm out here doggin', and I got 'em droppin' charge\n start_ms: 28700\n end_ms: 31720\n- text: Used to push the great white like I was swimmin' with the sharks\n start_ms: 31720\n end_ms: 34620\n- text: I was dead broke, tell 'em presidents they resurrected\n start_ms: 34620\n end_ms: 37650\n- text: And my dead pockets they was lifeless 'til I sold them records\n start_ms: 37650\n end_ms: 40820\n- text: I'm in the magazine posing with my nigga\n start_ms: 40820\n end_ms: 43760\n- text: Double XL wide sell on a nigga\n start_ms: 43760\n end_ms: 46800\n- text: I'm so high, I could bring hell on a nigga\n start_ms: 46800\n end_ms: 49790\n- text: Lifetime bars no bail for a nigga\n start_ms: 49790\n end_ms: 52650\n- text: Bitches keep head and tail for a nigga\n start_ms: 52650\n end_ms: 55580\n- text: Think I sold my soul away, this ice fell on a nigger\n start_ms: 55580\n end_ms: 58590\n- text: Play this in your car, give 'em sour face\n start_ms: 58590\n end_ms: 61750\n- text: Play this, play this in the club, give 'em sour face\n start_ms: 61750\n end_ms: 64640\n- text: Nigga, when they hear it, that's that sour face\n start_ms: 64640\n end_ms: 67640\n- text: Nigga lookin' at me crazy, that's that sour face\n start_ms: 67640\n end_ms: 70750\n- text: Ring the alarm, Comme des Garзons\n start_ms: 70750\n end_ms: 73740\n- text: Lunch with a bunch of my niggas at the pond\n start_ms: 73740\n end_ms: 76580\n- text: Bowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry\n start_ms: 76580\n end_ms: 79350\n- text: Places that I'm stayin' got more whites than all my laundry\n start_ms: 79350\n end_ms: 82410\n- text: Life of a Kennedy, James Dean roll out\n start_ms: 82410\n end_ms: 85670\n- text: Summer spent in places most my people never know about\n start_ms: 85670\n end_ms: 88520\n- text: Gettin' mama new house, for now I'm fuckin' wearin' it\n start_ms: 88520\n end_ms: 91420\n- text: Fourth of July, bitch, my shit be so American\n start_ms: 91420\n end_ms: 94740\n- text: Bless the chick I'm marryin', keep the whole estate intact\n start_ms: 94740\n end_ms: 97660\n- text: Bless the son I didn't have, sprayed 'em on her lower back\n start_ms: 97660\n end_ms: 100570\n- text: Focus on them roaches, I ain't never goin' back\n start_ms: 100570\n end_ms: 103690\n- text: Wine is so precocious, sippin' on somebody's yacht\n start_ms: 103690\n end_ms: 106580\n- text: Real money's never seen, whole thing classic\n start_ms: 106580\n end_ms: 109520\n- text: Think about in 10 years, change your whole mindset\n start_ms: 109520\n end_ms: 112320\n- text: Back when I would still sweat five Gs\n start_ms: 112320\n end_ms: 115680\n- text: Back when I was hookin' up with Ali Brie—stunt!\n start_ms: 115680\n end_ms: 119780\n- text: Yeah, it's East Side forever, bitch\n start_ms: 119780\n end_ms: 121600\n- text: Hate 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154470\nplain: |-\n Do I have to rob Peter just to pay Paul\n Just to get a blessing and to get my point across?\n Play the game to win, get the money and the cars\n Pussy come free when you handle business like a boss\n In that GS regal, watch me swang it like a Porsche\n One for sitting hard, knockin' pictures off the wall\n Bitch I'm out here doggin', and I got 'em droppin' charge\n Used to push the great white like I was swimmin' with the sharks\n I was dead broke, tell 'em presidents they resurrected\n And my dead pockets they was lifeless 'til I sold them records\n I'm in the magazine posing with my nigga\n Double XL wide sell on a nigga\n I'm so high, I could bring hell on a nigga\n Lifetime bars no bail for a nigga\n Bitches keep head and tail for a nigga\n Think I sold my soul away, this ice fell on a nigger\n\n Play this in your car, give 'em sour face\n Play this, play this in the club, give 'em sour face\n Nigga, when they hear it, that's that sour face\n Nigga lookin' at me crazy, that's that sour face\n Ring the alarm, Comme des Garзons\n Lunch with a bunch of my niggas at the pond\n Bowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry\n Places that I'm stayin' got more whites than all my laundry\n Life of a Kennedy, James Dean roll out\n Summer spent in places most my people never know about\n Gettin' mama new house, for now I'm fuckin' wearin' it\n Fourth of July, bitch, my shit be so American\n Bless the chick I'm marryin', keep the whole estate intact\n Bless the son I didn't have, sprayed 'em on her lower back\n Focus on them roaches, I ain't never goin' back\n Wine is so precocious, sippin' on somebody's yacht\n Real money's never seen, whole thing classic\n Think about in 10 years, change your whole mindset\n Back when I would still sweat five Gs\n Back when I was hookin' up with Ali Brie—stunt!\n Yeah, it's East Side forever, bitch\n Hate mail comin' from these niggas who was never rich\n Or never poor, or never fly\n Or seen somebody get wet up outside of Golden Glide\n Hot 107, nine dreams when I run through\n Man, that's fam, Steve, Swank, that's the whole crew\n Monster like a muppet, wallet Warren Buffett\n Camp was last year but I ain't ever have to rough it\n Lookin' fresh from the McFlys up\n You don't know about 'em, better wise up\n Busy with them rollers, I don't carry mine\n (Busy with them rollers, I don't carry mine)\n"},{"id":14117313,"name":"Sour Face (ft. 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this, play this in the club, give 'em sour face\nNigga, when they hear it, that's that sour face\nNigga lookin' at me crazy, that's that sour face\nRing the alarm, Comme des Garзons\nLunch with a bunch of my niggas at the pond\nBowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry\nPlaces that I'm stayin' got more whites than all my laundry\nLife of a Kennedy, James Dean roll out\nSummer spent in places most my people never know about\nGettin' mama new house, for now I'm fuckin' wearin' it\nFourth of July, bitch, my shit be so American\nBless the chick I'm marryin', keep the whole estate intact\nBless the son I didn't have, sprayed 'em on her lower back\nFocus on them roaches, I ain't never goin' back\nWine is so precocious, sippin' on somebody's yacht\nReal money's never seen, whole thing classic\nThink about in 10 years, change your whole mindset\nBack when I would still sweat five Gs\nBack when I was hookin' up with Ali Brie—stunt!\nYeah, it's East Side forever, bitch\nHate mail comin' from 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sharks\n[00:34.62] I was dead broke, tell 'em presidents they resurrected\n[00:37.65] And my dead pockets they was lifeless 'til I sold them records\n[00:40.82] I'm in the magazine posing with my nigga\n[00:43.76] Double XL wide sell on a nigga\n[00:46.80] I'm so high, I could bring hell on a nigga\n[00:49.79] Lifetime bars no bail for a nigga\n[00:52.65] Bitches keep head and tail for a nigga\n[00:55.58] Think I sold my soul away, this ice fell on a nigger\n[00:58.59] Play this in your car, give 'em sour face\n[01:01.75] Play this, play this in the club, give 'em sour face\n[01:04.64] Nigga, when they hear it, that's that sour face\n[01:07.64] Nigga lookin' at me crazy, that's that sour face\n[01:10.75] Ring the alarm, Comme des Garзons\n[01:13.74] Lunch with a bunch of my niggas at the pond\n[01:16.58] Bowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry\n[01:19.35] Places that I'm stayin' got more whites than all my laundry\n[01:22.41] Life of a Kennedy, James Dean roll out\n[01:25.67] Summer spent in places most my people never know about\n[01:28.52] Gettin' mama new house, for now I'm fuckin' wearin' it\n[01:31.42] Fourth of July, bitch, my shit be so American\n[01:34.74] Bless the chick I'm marryin', keep the whole estate intact\n[01:37.66] Bless the son I didn't have, sprayed 'em on her lower back\n[01:40.57] Focus on them roaches, I ain't never goin' back\n[01:43.69] Wine is so precocious, sippin' on somebody's yacht\n[01:46.58] Real money's never seen, whole thing classic\n[01:49.52] Think about in 10 years, change your whole mindset\n[01:52.32] Back when I would still sweat five Gs\n[01:55.68] Back when I was hookin' up with Ali Brie—stunt!\n[01:59.78] Yeah, it's East Side forever, bitch\n[02:01.60] Hate mail comin' from these niggas who was never rich\n[02:04.50] Or never poor, or never fly\n[02:07.76] Or seen somebody get wet up outside of Golden Glide\n[02:10.53] Hot 107, nine dreams when I run through\n[02:13.36] Man, that's fam, Steve, Swank, that's the whole crew\n[02:16.32] Monster like a muppet, wallet Warren Buffett\n[02:19.05] Camp was last year but I ain't ever have to rough it\n[02:23.15] Lookin' fresh from the McFlys up\n[02:25.68] You don't know about 'em, better wise up\n[02:28.47] Busy with them rollers, I don't carry mine\n[02:31.47] (Busy with them rollers, I don't carry mine)\n[02:34.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Sour Face (ft. Jay Rock)\n artist: Childish Gambino\n album: The Great Gambino\n duration_ms: 154622\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Do I have to rob Peter just to pay Paul\n start_ms: 11190\n end_ms: 13710\n- text: Just to get a blessing and to get my point across?\n start_ms: 13710\n end_ms: 16820\n- text: Play the game to win, get the money and the cars\n start_ms: 16820\n end_ms: 19700\n- text: Pussy come free when you handle business like a boss\n start_ms: 19700\n end_ms: 22530\n- text: In that GS regal, watch me swang it like a Porsche\n start_ms: 22530\n end_ms: 25550\n- text: One for sitting hard, knockin' pictures off the wall\n start_ms: 25550\n end_ms: 28700\n- text: Bitch I'm out here doggin', and I got 'em droppin' charge\n start_ms: 28700\n end_ms: 31720\n- text: Used to push the great white like I was swimmin' with the sharks\n start_ms: 31720\n end_ms: 34620\n- text: I was dead broke, tell 'em presidents they resurrected\n start_ms: 34620\n end_ms: 37650\n- text: And my dead pockets they was lifeless 'til I sold them records\n start_ms: 37650\n end_ms: 40820\n- text: I'm in the magazine posing with my nigga\n start_ms: 40820\n end_ms: 43760\n- text: Double XL wide sell on a nigga\n start_ms: 43760\n end_ms: 46800\n- text: I'm so high, I could bring hell on a nigga\n start_ms: 46800\n end_ms: 49790\n- text: Lifetime bars no bail for a nigga\n start_ms: 49790\n end_ms: 52650\n- text: Bitches keep head and tail for a nigga\n start_ms: 52650\n end_ms: 55580\n- text: Think I sold my soul away, this ice fell on a nigger\n start_ms: 55580\n end_ms: 58590\n- text: Play this in your car, give 'em sour face\n start_ms: 58590\n end_ms: 61750\n- text: Play this, play this in the club, give 'em sour face\n start_ms: 61750\n end_ms: 64640\n- text: Nigga, when they hear it, that's that sour face\n start_ms: 64640\n end_ms: 67640\n- text: Nigga lookin' at me crazy, that's that sour face\n start_ms: 67640\n end_ms: 70750\n- text: Ring the alarm, Comme des Garзons\n start_ms: 70750\n end_ms: 73740\n- text: Lunch with a bunch of my niggas at the pond\n start_ms: 73740\n end_ms: 76580\n- text: Bowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry\n start_ms: 76580\n end_ms: 79350\n- text: Places that I'm stayin' got more whites than all my laundry\n start_ms: 79350\n end_ms: 82410\n- text: Life of a Kennedy, James Dean roll out\n start_ms: 82410\n end_ms: 85670\n- text: Summer spent in places most my people never know about\n start_ms: 85670\n end_ms: 88520\n- text: Gettin' mama new house, for now I'm fuckin' wearin' it\n start_ms: 88520\n end_ms: 91420\n- text: Fourth of July, bitch, my shit be so American\n start_ms: 91420\n end_ms: 94740\n- text: Bless the chick I'm marryin', keep the whole estate intact\n start_ms: 94740\n end_ms: 97660\n- text: Bless the son I didn't have, sprayed 'em on her lower back\n start_ms: 97660\n end_ms: 100570\n- text: Focus on them roaches, I ain't never goin' back\n start_ms: 100570\n end_ms: 103690\n- text: Wine is so precocious, sippin' on somebody's yacht\n start_ms: 103690\n end_ms: 106580\n- text: Real money's never seen, whole thing classic\n start_ms: 106580\n end_ms: 109520\n- text: Think about in 10 years, change your whole mindset\n start_ms: 109520\n end_ms: 112320\n- text: Back when I would still sweat five Gs\n start_ms: 112320\n end_ms: 115680\n- text: Back when I was hookin' up with Ali Brie—stunt!\n start_ms: 115680\n end_ms: 119780\n- text: Yeah, it's East Side forever, bitch\n start_ms: 119780\n end_ms: 121600\n- text: Hate mail comin' from these niggas who was never rich\n start_ms: 121600\n end_ms: 124500\n- text: Or never poor, or never fly\n start_ms: 124500\n end_ms: 127760\n- text: Or seen somebody get wet up outside of Golden Glide\n start_ms: 127760\n end_ms: 130530\n- text: Hot 107, nine dreams when I run through\n start_ms: 130530\n end_ms: 133360\n- text: Man, that's fam, Steve, Swank, that's the whole crew\n start_ms: 133360\n end_ms: 136320\n- text: Monster like a 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