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Did ya catch that?\nLook brudda, I stay where the herb be\nDid ya catch that? Did ya catch that?\nFuck that, go back to the first beat\nArgh ragh\n\nBlack tracksuit, LV sneaker\nChilly got an appetite, he might eat ya\nChilly got an appetite he might eat ya\n\nPaites gon' heat for the co-cocaine, it was straight OG\nIt was 8.3 off a mate from Glebe\nIn a blacked out Benz or an AMG\nOr a G63 G Wagon, I've never been laggin'\nThe shunter shunter get the bag in\nBody Bag since BodyBag toe tag it\nCouple G's, OG might bag it\n\nSmoke on reefer, you MC's want smoke, shisha\nTalk to the reaper, 2.1 and the blueberry I'm into eight like pizza\nI can school ya, like teacher\nDon't know Jack the fact I might reach ya\nMake you feel like you popped three xans\nAnd a Gram of that liquid ghee it might sleep ya\n\nI'm kicking it like Gracie\nRock band, blow 'em a kiss just like chasey\nBarbie in Malibu, Stacey\nHeard ya girl want shots, don't chase me, brah\nI'm like a pokie machine 'cause you hate me, still you wanna play me\nYou put all your time inside mine and now\nOnce 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it\n[00:17.45] Big house got plants in the back, hmm, better homes and gardens\n[00:20.90] Got 28 grams in the pack, fall back my brudda, 'til the phones on nada\n[00:24.13] You ain't never gon' see me beggin'\n[00:25.54] In fact I ain't even gonna beg your pardon\n[00:28.06] I was cool, runnings\n[00:29.39] In your warehouse, get the tools, bunnings\n[00:30.98] Wood with the hardware\n[00:31.90] Seafood, I go hard, yeah\n[00:33.29] I'ma get your sauce like tartare, tsss\n[00:35.47] I might burn you\n[00:35.94] The tax sees me and your bitch I might swerve you\n[00:37.69] The dark arts rule\n[00:38.39] It was half-past two\n[00:39.33] Like Ja gone Rule when I rain down murder\n[00:41.30] The bally on, see my eyes, burka\n[00:42.86] Worker, all I do is grind, might murk ya\n[00:44.79] Come up on the counter, bruh, I might serve ya\n[00:46.67] Up your mountains brah, I'm like sherpas\n[00:48.39] I made millions\n[00:49.24] All you mc's broke and jokes, you're all cats like Williams\n[00:51.90] I don't give a uck for ya clash\n[00:53.01] Removed all the L's, that's cash, millions\n[00:55.39] I don't wanna act like children\n[00:56.61] Fuck a rental, I said that's my building\n[00:58.22] That's my land, that's my block\n[01:00.00] Big Dwayne Johnson got packs of the rock\n[01:01.53] I was back to the block, the moonlight, the creeper\n[01:03.55] I probably put a ball in a box, it's like Kieffer's\n[01:05.10] I'm waiting for the coins to drop, it's like features\n[01:06.72] I'm blindin', got the cash like lightning\n[01:08.92] Hahahaha\n[01:11.15] 420 family\n[01:12.62] Ay, ay, ay\n[01:14.76] 420 family\n[01:15.80] Ay, ay, ay\n[01:18.09] 420 family\n[01:19.25] Octagon, out now (Trooh Hippi)\n[01:20.98] Ragh (Trooh Hippi)\n[01:22.59] Saw the signs in the field, Cranmer\n[01:24.15] Brah, I was in the ville, no danger\n[01:25.64] My soul might struggle to rebuild, I'm a cold type\n[01:27.44] Cold nights, I was on the pills like ravers\n[01:29.44] On my radar, I don't rate ya, I could caveman fire like caveman\n[01:32.54] Hoffman when he rayman, see ya later\n[01:34.88] Get the smoke, it's not vapour\n[01:36.34] Ragh, grey van, 28 grams, straight glam, had a spray tan, might date ya\n[01:39.41] But ya waist man, too big for ya wasteman\n[01:41.47] Get a great man, daddy like Vader\n[01:43.12] Take a knee son, might take ya, eyes looks Japanese, Geisha\n[01:46.42] Might place online, gamer\n[01:48.24] While I'm rackin the rack in up off the radar\n[01:49.86] If you got one, then I got ten\n[01:51.67] I'm a drop set, monster loch ness\n[01:53.39] Said he top one, he ain't even top ten\n[01:55.18] Look, I spell it out for you\n[01:56.32] 'Cause you're a flop, give a F no L, you're the opp then\n[01:58.62] Wordplay burnt J when I crop sesh, got the fire in the pencil, hot lead\n[02:02.08] Got the fire in the brain, hot head\n[02:04.18] How sweet disposition like a temper trap, I bend ya back\n[02:06.40] And fuck it then I'll send it back\n[02:07.30] Collect the pack and get the stash\n[02:08.86] And then bounce with a hefty stack of that paper\n[02:10.93] You ain't better than this\n[02:11.96] You ain't better on a record, you're irrelevant spit\n[02:13.52] So up late like Letterman is\n[02:14.75] And my girl got faces and bootys like Bella Hadid, jealous\n[02:18.15] Hard like render\n[02:19.08] In the future with the armour, bender\n[02:20.57] Might get fried, one way flight to Jamaica\n[02:22.86] One eye on 'em like Leela\n[02:24.27] Did ya catch that? Did ya catch that?\n[02:26.06] Look brudda, I stay where the herb be\n[02:27.72] Did ya catch that? Did ya catch that?\n[02:29.41] Fuck that, go back to the first beat\n[02:30.66] Argh ragh\n[02:32.95] Black tracksuit, LV sneaker\n[02:34.39] Chilly got an appetite, he might eat ya\n[02:35.95] Chilly got an appetite he might eat ya\n[02:38.69] Paites gon' heat for the co-cocaine, it was straight OG\n[02:40.92] It was 8.3 off a mate from Glebe\n[02:42.78] In a blacked out Benz or an AMG\n[02:44.53] Or a G63 G Wagon, I've never been laggin'\n[02:46.68] The shunter shunter get the bag in\n[02:47.95] Body Bag since BodyBag toe tag it\n[02:50.13] Couple G's, OG might bag it\n[02:52.27] Smoke on reefer, you MC's want smoke, shisha\n[02:54.97] Talk to the reaper, 2.1 and the blueberry I'm into eight like pizza\n[02:58.35] I can school ya, like teacher\n[03:00.16] Don't know Jack the fact I might reach ya\n[03:01.96] Make you feel like you popped three xans\n[03:03.55] And a Gram of that liquid ghee it might sleep ya\n[03:05.86] I'm kicking it like Gracie\n[03:06.82] Rock band, blow 'em a kiss just like chasey\n[03:08.69] Barbie in Malibu, Stacey\n[03:10.63] Heard ya girl want shots, don't chase me, brah\n[03:13.06] I'm like a pokie machine 'cause you hate me, still you wanna play me\n[03:15.64] You put all your time inside mine and now\n[03:17.48] Once your money is mine you wanna pay me, argh\n[03:19.33] I don't really care what your pop think\n[03:20.92] Popped in lock, pick it like a locksmith\n[03:22.54] Had a chill and a pill and a few\n[03:23.90] Lil' lines now I gotta ill mind, Hopsin\n[03:25.88] I could smoke one, smoke you, roll up for the beef, tofu\n[03:29.47] Cocaine in a big fat sack, five balls and I saw five stars, Goku\n[03:32.82] Steden, on a ball tonight\n[03:34.53] I called up for the quarter price\n[03:35.72] 'Cause you're the type that fall for a sporty spice\n[03:37.61] And get roared if a all of you order ice and diamonds\n[03:39.79] And you hate 'cause you're 45\n[03:40.81] And bored of life, about to divorce your wife\n[03:42.73] And chill, chill is the one that your daughter like\n[03:44.77] That's why she fuck on a horny night\n[03:46.15] Hahaha\n[03:47.52] I'd hate me too brah, it's all good\n[03:49.62] 420 fucking fam\n[03:50.98] Australia to the UK\n[03:52.49] Download the Octagon\n[03:53.60] Stream it\n[03:54.43] Buy it\n[03:55.16] Steal it\n[03:56.86] Give a knock\n[04:07.19] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overdrive Pt. 2\n  artist: Chillinit\n  album: The Octagon (420 Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Everyone got somethin' to say these days, fuckin' hell\n  start_ms: 10090\n  end_ms: 14180\n- text: Brudda wanna talk on the gram, oh damn\n  start_ms: 14180\n  end_ms: 15970\n- text: I just laugh and I won't go start it\n  start_ms: 15970\n  end_ms: 17450\n- text: Big house got plants in the back, hmm, better homes and gardens\n  start_ms: 17450\n  end_ms: 20900\n- text: Got 28 grams in the pack, fall back my brudda, 'til the phones on nada\n  start_ms: 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Did ya catch that?\n[02:26.06] Look brudda, I stay where the herb be\n[02:27.72] Did ya catch that? 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me\n  start_ms: 193060\n  end_ms: 195640\n- text: You put all your time inside mine and now\n  start_ms: 195640\n  end_ms: 197480\n- text: Once your money is mine you wanna pay me, argh\n  start_ms: 197480\n  end_ms: 199330\n- text: I don't really care what your pop think\n  start_ms: 199330\n  end_ms: 200920\n- text: Popped in lock, pick it like a locksmith\n  start_ms: 200920\n  end_ms: 202540\n- text: Had a chill and a pill and a few\n  start_ms: 202540\n  end_ms: 203900\n- text: Lil' lines now I gotta ill mind, Hopsin\n  start_ms: 203900\n  end_ms: 205880\n- text: I could smoke one, smoke you, roll up for the beef, tofu\n  start_ms: 205880\n  end_ms: 209470\n- text: Cocaine in a big fat sack, five balls and I saw five stars, Goku\n  start_ms: 209470\n  end_ms: 212820\n- text: Steden, on a ball tonight\n  start_ms: 212820\n  end_ms: 214530\n- text: I called up for the quarter price\n  start_ms: 214530\n  end_ms: 215720\n- text: '''Cause you''re the type that fall for a sporty spice'\n  start_ms: 215720\n  end_ms: 217610\n- text: And get roared if a all of you order ice and diamonds\n  start_ms: 217610\n  end_ms: 219790\n- text: And you hate 'cause you're 45\n  start_ms: 219790\n  end_ms: 220810\n- text: And bored of life, about to divorce your wife\n  start_ms: 220810\n  end_ms: 222730\n- text: And chill, chill is the one that your daughter like\n  start_ms: 222730\n  end_ms: 224770\n- text: That's why she fuck on a horny night\n  start_ms: 224770\n  end_ms: 226150\n- text: Hahaha\n  start_ms: 226150\n  end_ms: 227520\n- text: I'd hate me too brah, it's all good\n  start_ms: 227520\n  end_ms: 229620\n- text: 420 fucking fam\n  start_ms: 229620\n  end_ms: 230980\n- text: Australia to the UK\n  start_ms: 230980\n  end_ms: 232490\n- text: Download the Octagon\n  start_ms: 232490\n  end_ms: 233600\n- text: Stream it\n  start_ms: 233600\n  end_ms: 234430\n- text: Buy it\n  start_ms: 234430\n  end_ms: 235160\n- text: Steal it\n  start_ms: 235160\n  end_ms: 236860\n- text: Give a knock\n  start_ms: 236860\n  end_ms: 247190\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 247190\nplain: |-\n  Everyone got somethin' to say these days, fuckin' hell\n\n  Brudda wanna talk on the gram, oh damn\n  I just laugh and I won't go start it\n  Big house got plants in the back, hmm, better homes and gardens\n  Got 28 grams in the pack, fall back my brudda, 'til the phones on nada\n  You ain't never gon' see me beggin'\n  In fact I ain't even gonna beg your pardon\n\n  I was cool, runnings\n  In your warehouse, get the tools, bunnings\n  Wood with the hardware\n  Seafood, I go hard, yeah\n  I'ma get your sauce like tartare, tsss\n  I might burn you\n  The tax sees me and your bitch I might swerve you\n  The dark arts rule\n  It was half-past two\n  Like Ja gone Rule when I rain down murder\n\n  The bally on, see my eyes, burka\n  Worker, all I do is grind, might murk ya\n  Come up on the counter, bruh, I might serve ya\n  Up your mountains brah, I'm like sherpas\n  I made millions\n  All you mc's broke and jokes, you're all cats like Williams\n  I don't give a uck for ya clash\n  Removed all the L's, that's cash, millions\n\n  I don't wanna act like children\n  Fuck a rental, I said that's my building\n  That's my land, that's my block\n  Big Dwayne Johnson got packs of the rock\n  I was back to the block, the moonlight, the creeper\n  I probably put a ball in a box, it's like Kieffer's\n  I'm waiting for the coins to drop, it's like features\n  I'm blindin', got the cash like lightning\n\n  Hahahaha\n  420 family\n  Ay, ay, ay\n  420 family\n  Ay, ay, ay\n  420 family\n  Octagon, out now (Trooh Hippi)\n  Ragh (Trooh Hippi)\n\n  Saw the signs in the field, Cranmer\n  Brah, I was in the ville, no danger\n  My soul might struggle to rebuild, I'm a cold type\n  Cold nights, I was on the pills like ravers\n  On my radar, I don't rate ya, I could caveman fire like caveman\n  Hoffman when he rayman, see ya later\n  Get the smoke, it's not vapour\n\n  Ragh, grey van, 28 grams, straight glam, had a spray tan, might date ya\n  But ya waist man, too big for ya wasteman\n  Get a great man, daddy like Vader\n  Take a knee son, might take ya, eyes looks Japanese, Geisha\n  Might place online, gamer\n  While I'm rackin the rack in up off the radar\n\n  If you got one, then I got ten\n  I'm a drop set, monster loch ness\n  Said he top one, he ain't even top ten\n  Look, I spell it out for you\n  'Cause you're a flop, give a F no L, you're the opp then\n  Wordplay burnt J when I crop sesh, got the fire in the pencil, hot lead\n  Got the fire in the brain, hot head\n\n  How sweet disposition like a temper trap, I bend ya back\n  And fuck it then I'll send it back\n  Collect the pack and get the stash\n  And then bounce with a hefty stack of that paper\n  You ain't better than this\n  You ain't better on a record, you're irrelevant spit\n  So up late like Letterman is\n  And my girl got faces and bootys like Bella Hadid, jealous\n\n  Hard like render\n  In the future with the armour, bender\n  Might get fried, one way flight to Jamaica\n  One eye on 'em like Leela\n  Did ya catch that? Did ya catch that?\n  Look brudda, I stay where the herb be\n  Did ya catch that? Did ya catch that?\n  Fuck that, go back to the first beat\n  Argh ragh\n\n  Black tracksuit, LV sneaker\n  Chilly got an appetite, he might eat ya\n  Chilly got an appetite he might eat ya\n\n  Paites gon' heat for the co-cocaine, it was straight OG\n  It was 8.3 off a mate from Glebe\n  In a blacked out Benz or an AMG\n  Or a G63 G Wagon, I've never been laggin'\n  The shunter shunter get the bag in\n  Body Bag since BodyBag toe tag it\n  Couple G's, OG might bag it\n\n  Smoke on reefer, you MC's want smoke, shisha\n  Talk to the reaper, 2.1 and the blueberry I'm into eight like pizza\n  I can school ya, like teacher\n  Don't know Jack the fact I might reach ya\n  Make you feel like you popped three xans\n  And a Gram of that liquid ghee it might sleep ya\n\n  I'm kicking it like Gracie\n  Rock band, blow 'em a kiss just like chasey\n  Barbie in Malibu, Stacey\n  Heard ya girl want shots, don't chase me, brah\n  I'm like a pokie machine 'cause you hate me, still you wanna play me\n  You put all your time inside mine and now\n  Once your money is mine you wanna pay me, argh\n\n  I don't really care what your pop think\n  Popped in lock, pick it like a locksmith\n  Had a chill and a pill and a few\n  Lil' lines now I gotta ill mind, Hopsin\n  I could smoke one, smoke you, roll up for the beef, tofu\n  Cocaine in a big fat sack, five balls and I saw five stars, Goku\n\n  Steden, on a ball tonight\n  I called up for the quarter price\n  'Cause you're the type that fall for a sporty spice\n  And get roared if a all of you order ice and diamonds\n  And you hate 'cause you're 45\n  And bored of life, about to divorce your wife\n  And chill, chill is the one that your daughter like\n  That's why she fuck on a horny night\n\n  Hahaha\n  I'd hate me too brah, it's all good\n  420 fucking fam\n  Australia to the UK\n  Download the Octagon\n  Stream it\n  Buy it\n  Steal it\n  Give a knock\n"}]