[{"id":31945759,"name":"Feels a Lot Like This","trackName":"Feels a Lot Like This","artistName":"Corey Kent","albumName":"Feels a Lot Like This","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Never been turn three, Talladega in the lead\nCheckered flag, 'bout to bring it home\nNever had the clock runnin' out, throw a Hail Mary\nTouchdown to win a Super Bowl\nNever picked the right five on a Saturday night\nFor the million-dollar Powerball\nI've never walked on the moon\nBut, baby, holdin' onto you\n\nI bet it feels a lot like this\nLightnin' bottled up in every kiss\nFire red kerosene runnin' through my veins\nLike West Texas desert drinkin' up the rain\nHangin' on the edge of your lips\nAnd flyin' higher than a Diamond G6\nLayin' here with your head on my chest\nYeah, honey, if I had to guess\nI bet it feels a lot like this\n\nAnd those summer-green eyes, stonewashed Levi's\nMakin' me wanna make time stop\nGot my heart racin' like I'm high-speed chasin'\nRob the bank, runnin' from the cops (Yeah)\nTouchin' heaven on a mountaintop\n\nI bet it feels a lot like this\nLightnin' bottled up in every kiss\nFire red kerosene runnin' through my veins\nLike West Texas desert drinkin' up the rain\nHangin' on the edge of your lips\nAnd flyin' higher than a Diamond G6\nLayin' here with your head on my chest\nYeah, honey, if I had to guess\nI bet it feels a lot like this\n\nI bet it feels a lot like this\nGot me tryin' to catch my breath\nAnd if this ain't as good as it gets\n\nI bet it feels a lot like this\nLightnin' bottled up in every kiss\nFire red kerosene runnin' through my veins\nLike West Texas desert drinkin' up the rain\nHangin' on the edge of your lips\nAnd flyin' higher than a Diamond G6\nLayin' here with your head on my chest\nYeah, honey, if I had to guess\nI bet it feels a lot like this\n\nOoh, I bet it feels a lot like this\nI bet it feels a lot like this, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Feels a Lot Like This\n  artist: Corey Kent\n  album: Feels a Lot Like This\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Never been turn three, Talladega in the lead\n  Checkered flag, 'bout to bring it home\n  Never had the clock runnin' out, throw a Hail Mary\n  Touchdown to win a Super Bowl\n  Never picked the right five on a Saturday night\n  For the million-dollar Powerball\n  I've never walked on the moon\n  But, baby, holdin' onto you\n\n  I bet it feels a lot like this\n  Lightnin' bottled up in every kiss\n  Fire red kerosene runnin' through my veins\n  Like West Texas desert drinkin' up the rain\n  Hangin' on the edge of your lips\n  And flyin' higher than a Diamond G6\n  Layin' here with your head on my chest\n  Yeah, honey, if I had to guess\n  I bet it feels a lot like this\n\n  And those summer-green eyes, stonewashed Levi's\n  Makin' me wanna make time stop\n  Got my heart racin' like I'm high-speed chasin'\n  Rob the bank, runnin' from the cops (Yeah)\n  Touchin' heaven on a mountaintop\n\n  I bet it feels a lot like this\n  Lightnin' bottled up in every kiss\n  Fire red kerosene runnin' through my veins\n  Like West Texas desert drinkin' up the rain\n  Hangin' on the edge of your lips\n  And flyin' higher than a Diamond G6\n  Layin' here with your head on my chest\n  Yeah, honey, if I had to guess\n  I bet it feels a lot like this\n\n  I bet it feels a lot like this\n  Got me tryin' to catch my breath\n  And if this ain't as good as it gets\n\n  I bet it feels a lot like this\n  Lightnin' bottled up in every kiss\n  Fire red kerosene runnin' through my veins\n  Like West Texas desert drinkin' up the rain\n  Hangin' on the edge of your lips\n  And flyin' higher than a Diamond G6\n  Layin' here with your head on my chest\n  Yeah, honey, if I had to guess\n  I bet it feels a lot like this\n\n  Ooh, I bet it feels a lot like this\n  I bet it feels a lot like this, yeah\n"},{"id":28579568,"name":"Feels a Lot Like This","trackName":"Feels a Lot Like This","artistName":"Corey Kent","albumName":"'21","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Never been turn three, Talladega in the lead\nCheckered flag, 'bout to bring it home\nNever had the clock runnin' out, throw a Hail Mary\nTouchdown to win a Super Bowl\nNever picked the right five on a Saturday night\nFor the million-dollar Powerball\nI've never walked on the moon\nBut, baby, holdin' onto you\n\nI bet it feels a lot like this\nLightnin' bottled up in every kiss\nFire red kerosene runnin' through my veins\nLike West Texas desert drinkin' up the rain\nHangin' on the edge of your lips\nAnd flyin' higher than a Diamond G6\nLayin' here with your head on my chest\nYeah, honey, if I had to guess\nI bet it feels a lot like this\n\nAnd those summer-green eyes, stonewashed Levi's\nMakin' me wanna make time stop\nGot my heart racin' like I'm high-speed chasin'\nRob the bank, runnin' from the cops (Yeah)\nTouchin' heaven on a mountaintop\n\nI bet it feels a lot like this\nLightnin' bottled up in every kiss\nFire red kerosene runnin' through my veins\nLike West Texas desert drinkin' up the rain\nHangin' on the edge of your lips\nAnd flyin' higher than a Diamond G6\nLayin' here with your head on my chest\nYeah, honey, if I had to guess\nI bet it feels a lot like this\n\nI bet it feels a lot like this\nGot me tryin' to catch my breath\nAnd if this ain't as good as it gets\n\nI bet it feels a lot like this\nLightnin' bottled up in every kiss\nFire red kerosene runnin' through my veins\nLike West Texas desert drinkin' up the rain\nHangin' on the edge of your lips\nAnd flyin' higher than a Diamond G6\nLayin' here with your head on my chest\nYeah, honey, if I had to guess\nI bet it feels a lot like this\n\nOoh, I bet it feels a lot like this\nI bet it feels a lot like this, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Feels a Lot Like This\n  artist: Corey Kent\n  album: '''21'\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Never been turn three, Talladega in the lead\n  Checkered flag, 'bout to bring it home\n  Never had the clock runnin' out, throw a Hail Mary\n  Touchdown to win a Super Bowl\n  Never picked the right five on a Saturday night\n  For the million-dollar Powerball\n  I've never walked on the moon\n  But, baby, holdin' onto you\n\n  I bet it feels a lot like this\n  Lightnin' bottled up in every kiss\n  Fire red kerosene runnin' through my veins\n  Like West Texas desert drinkin' up the rain\n  Hangin' on the edge of your lips\n  And flyin' higher than a Diamond G6\n  Layin' here with your head on my chest\n  Yeah, honey, if I had to guess\n  I bet it feels a lot like this\n\n  And those summer-green eyes, stonewashed Levi's\n  Makin' me wanna make time stop\n  Got my heart racin' like I'm high-speed chasin'\n  Rob the bank, runnin' from the cops (Yeah)\n  Touchin' heaven on a mountaintop\n\n  I bet it feels a lot like this\n  Lightnin' bottled up in every kiss\n  Fire red kerosene runnin' through my veins\n  Like West Texas desert drinkin' up the rain\n  Hangin' on the edge of your lips\n  And flyin' higher than a Diamond G6\n  Layin' here with your head on my chest\n  Yeah, honey, if I had to guess\n  I bet it feels a lot like this\n\n  I bet it feels a lot like this\n  Got me tryin' to catch my breath\n  And if this ain't as good as it gets\n\n  I bet it feels a lot like this\n  Lightnin' bottled up in every kiss\n  Fire red kerosene runnin' through my veins\n  Like West Texas desert drinkin' up the rain\n  Hangin' on the edge of your lips\n  And flyin' higher than a Diamond G6\n  Layin' here with your head on my chest\n  Yeah, honey, if I had to guess\n  I bet it feels a lot like this\n\n  Ooh, I bet it feels a lot like this\n  I bet it feels a lot like this, yeah\n"}]