[{"id":9475076,"name":"Sleep When I'm Gone (Album Version)","trackName":"Sleep When I'm Gone (Album Version)","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"We The Best Forever","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"About to change the game\nDJ Khaled!\nWe the best forever\nCash Money, Young Money\nI'm for real about this shit\nLet's go\n[Chorus]\nI'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money\nThe sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing\nI close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\nSleep when I'm gone\nSleep when I'm gone (Gone)\nI'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay\nMaps to my treasure, yay ay\n(Time's on the side, whoa)\nI close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\nSleep when I'm gone\nSleep when I'm gone\nThey say sleep is the cousin of death, guess we related\nCause I'm the most slept on, and the most hated\nHated by niggas with no hustle\nStarin' at me in the club like I won't bust you\nIn the face with the spades, life is a card game\nAnd I'm playin' spades, gamblin' with y'all change\nFuckin' basketball wives, while you at away games\nReally fuckin' basketball wives, ain't gotta say names\nWhole body tattered like a New York City freight train\nNiggas get to barkin', put a bullet in the great Dane\nTry me, end up like Rolly\nTeam full of animals, like I coach the heat\nFour floor mansion, close to the beach\nSix car garage, this how I'm supposed to eat\nIn Miami, rolling up kush on boat decks\nFlaggin' down the waitress, wavin' my Rolex\n[Chorus]\nYo, I don't survive the test of time doin' this shit so long\nAnd only rest to rise again homie, I sleep when I'm gone\nLook, a legend while I'm prime, and so current and they hate this\nThe streets classified me as another level of greatness\nI don't fight for crowns at all, I let whack niggas bitch\nAnd let 'em flip while they debate on who the king of this shit\nListen, see I don't waste time debatin' over those things\nBecause I'm God motherfucker, God create kings\nWatch it, I'm hearin' that a lot of niggas mad through the grapevine\nThe piano soundin' beautiful and sad at the same time\nThe feelin' of a funeral, so study you niggas\nKhaled, provide the theme music while I bury you niggas\nNow there's no escaping the God, you better find a get away\n'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day\nKhaled, every time you know we gotta make 'em love it\nAnd realize every thing is hotter when we touch it\n[Chorus]\nAyo Khaled, let this shit breeze\nPoor lil' rich nigga, that's me\nSmoke comin' out the sunroof, blowin' on hasheesh\nCan't stop now, cause I'm in too deep\nOne point five wide, every two weeks\nNiggas wanna kill me, let the shells fall out\nLife insurance in place, my kids gon' ball out\nThey kids gon' ball out, twenty years from now, pullin' cars out\nYou gon' think cocaine gettin' hauled out\nAss gettin' chipped in, crystal meth gettin' dipped in\nAll cause you let a nigga slip in\nAftermath, \"0\" five, G-Unit, \"0\" six\nEverything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flip\nSittin' on the couch, smokin' up memories\nPourin' Jack Daniels, toast to my enemies\nFuck beef, nigga I ain't got the energy\nTake the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sleep When I'm Gone (Album Version)\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: We The Best Forever\n  duration_ms: 322000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  About to change the game\n  DJ Khaled!\n  We the best forever\n  Cash Money, Young Money\n  I'm for real about this shit\n  Let's go\n  [Chorus]\n  I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money\n  The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing\n  I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)\n  I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay\n  Maps to my treasure, yay ay\n  (Time's on the side, whoa)\n  I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  They say sleep is the cousin of death, guess we related\n  Cause I'm the most slept on, and the most hated\n  Hated by niggas with no hustle\n  Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you\n  In the face with the spades, life is a card game\n  And I'm playin' spades, gamblin' with y'all change\n  Fuckin' basketball wives, while you at away games\n  Really fuckin' basketball wives, ain't gotta say names\n  Whole body tattered like a New York City freight train\n  Niggas get to barkin', put a bullet in the great Dane\n  Try me, end up like Rolly\n  Team full of animals, like I coach the heat\n  Four floor mansion, close to the beach\n  Six car garage, this how I'm supposed to eat\n  In Miami, rolling up kush on boat decks\n  Flaggin' down the waitress, wavin' my Rolex\n  [Chorus]\n  Yo, I don't survive the test of time doin' this shit so long\n  And only rest to rise again homie, I sleep when I'm gone\n  Look, a legend while I'm prime, and so current and they hate this\n  The streets classified me as another level of greatness\n  I don't fight for crowns at all, I let whack niggas bitch\n  And let 'em flip while they debate on who the king of this shit\n  Listen, see I don't waste time debatin' over those things\n  Because I'm God motherfucker, God create kings\n  Watch it, I'm hearin' that a lot of niggas mad through the grapevine\n  The piano soundin' beautiful and sad at the same time\n  The feelin' of a funeral, so study you niggas\n  Khaled, provide the theme music while I bury you niggas\n  Now there's no escaping the God, you better find a get away\n  'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day\n  Khaled, every time you know we gotta make 'em love it\n  And realize every thing is hotter when we touch it\n  [Chorus]\n  Ayo Khaled, let this shit breeze\n  Poor lil' rich nigga, that's me\n  Smoke comin' out the sunroof, blowin' on hasheesh\n  Can't stop now, cause I'm in too deep\n  One point five wide, every two weeks\n  Niggas wanna kill me, let the shells fall out\n  Life insurance in place, my kids gon' ball out\n  They kids gon' ball out, twenty years from now, pullin' cars out\n  You gon' think cocaine gettin' hauled out\n  Ass gettin' chipped in, crystal meth gettin' dipped in\n  All cause you let a nigga slip in\n  Aftermath, \"0\" five, G-Unit, \"0\" six\n  Everything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flip\n  Sittin' on the couch, smokin' up memories\n  Pourin' Jack Daniels, toast to my enemies\n  Fuck beef, nigga I ain't got the energy\n  Take the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":25978609,"name":"Sleep When I'm Gone (Album Version)","trackName":"Sleep When I'm Gone (Album Version)","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"We The Best Forever (Parental Advisory)","duration":322.153,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"About to change the game\nDJ Khaled!\nWe the best forever\nCash Money, Young Money\nI'm for real about this shit\nLet's 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to the beach\nSix car garage, this how I'm supposed to eat\nIn Miami, rolling up kush on boat decks\nFlaggin' down the waitress, wavin' my Rolex\n[Chorus]\nYo, I don't survive the test of time doin' this shit so long\nAnd only rest to rise again homie, I sleep when I'm gone\nLook, a legend while I'm prime, and so current and they hate this\nThe streets classified me as another level of greatness\nI don't fight for crowns at all, I let whack niggas bitch\nAnd let 'em flip while they debate on who the king of this shit\nListen, see I don't waste time debatin' over those things\nBecause I'm God motherfucker, God create kings\nWatch it, I'm hearin' that a lot of niggas mad through the grapevine\nThe piano soundin' beautiful and sad at the same time\nThe feelin' of a funeral, so study you niggas\nKhaled, provide the theme music while I bury you niggas\nNow there's no escaping the God, you better find a get away\n'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day\nKhaled, every time you know we gotta make 'em love it\nAnd realize every thing is hotter when we touch it\n[Chorus]\nAyo Khaled, let this shit breeze\nPoor lil' rich nigga, that's me\nSmoke comin' out the sunroof, blowin' on hasheesh\nCan't stop now, cause I'm in too deep\nOne point five wide, every two weeks\nNiggas wanna kill me, let the shells fall out\nLife insurance in place, my kids gon' ball out\nThey kids gon' ball out, twenty years from now, pullin' cars out\nYou gon' think cocaine gettin' hauled out\nAss gettin' chipped in, crystal meth gettin' dipped in\nAll cause you let a nigga slip in\nAftermath, \"0\" five, G-Unit, \"0\" six\nEverything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flip\nSittin' on the couch, smokin' up memories\nPourin' Jack Daniels, toast to my enemies\nFuck beef, nigga I ain't got the energy\nTake the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sleep When I'm Gone (Album Version)\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: We The Best Forever (Parental Advisory)\n  duration_ms: 322153\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  About to change the game\n  DJ Khaled!\n  We the best forever\n  Cash Money, Young Money\n  I'm for real about this shit\n  Let's go\n  [Chorus]\n  I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money\n  The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing\n  I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)\n  I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay\n  Maps to my treasure, yay ay\n  (Time's on the side, whoa)\n  I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  They say sleep is the cousin of death, guess we related\n  Cause I'm the most slept on, and the most hated\n  Hated by niggas with no hustle\n  Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you\n  In the face with the spades, life is a card game\n  And I'm playin' spades, gamblin' with y'all change\n  Fuckin' basketball wives, while you at away games\n  Really fuckin' basketball wives, ain't gotta say names\n  Whole body tattered like a New York City freight train\n  Niggas get to barkin', put a bullet in the great Dane\n  Try me, end up like Rolly\n  Team full of animals, like I coach the heat\n  Four floor mansion, close to the beach\n  Six car garage, this how I'm supposed to eat\n  In Miami, rolling up kush on boat decks\n  Flaggin' down the waitress, wavin' my Rolex\n  [Chorus]\n  Yo, I don't survive the test of time doin' this shit so long\n  And only rest to rise again homie, I sleep when I'm gone\n  Look, a legend while I'm prime, and so current and they hate this\n  The streets classified me as another level of greatness\n  I don't fight for crowns at all, I let whack niggas bitch\n  And let 'em flip while they debate on who the king of this shit\n  Listen, see I don't waste time debatin' over those things\n  Because I'm God motherfucker, God create kings\n  Watch it, I'm hearin' that a lot of niggas mad through the grapevine\n  The piano soundin' beautiful and sad at the same time\n  The feelin' of a funeral, so study you niggas\n  Khaled, provide the theme music while I bury you niggas\n  Now there's no escaping the God, you better find a get away\n  'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day\n  Khaled, every time you know we gotta make 'em love it\n  And realize every thing is hotter when we touch it\n  [Chorus]\n  Ayo Khaled, let this shit breeze\n  Poor lil' rich nigga, that's me\n  Smoke comin' out the sunroof, blowin' on hasheesh\n  Can't stop now, cause I'm in too deep\n  One point five wide, every two weeks\n  Niggas wanna kill me, let the shells fall out\n  Life insurance in place, my kids gon' ball out\n  They kids gon' ball out, twenty years from now, pullin' cars out\n  You gon' think cocaine gettin' hauled out\n  Ass gettin' chipped in, crystal meth gettin' dipped in\n  All cause you let a nigga slip in\n  Aftermath, \"0\" five, G-Unit, \"0\" six\n  Everything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flip\n  Sittin' on the couch, smokin' up memories\n  Pourin' Jack Daniels, toast to my enemies\n  Fuck beef, nigga I ain't got the energy\n  Take the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":18699407,"name":"Sleep When I'm Gone (Album Version) [feat. 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Busta Rhymes & Cee-Lo & The Game]\n  artist: DJ Khaled [feat. Busta Rhymes, The Game & CeeLo Green]\n  album: DJ Khaled [feat. 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I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n[00:40.04] Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone (gone)\n[00:47.62] I'm looking at the clock like yeah, yeah\n[00:50.35] Naps to my trash, yeah, yeah ('cause time's on my side so)\n[00:55.28] Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n[01:00.20] Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone\n[01:04.78] Yeah, they say sleep is the cousin of death, guess we related\n[01:07.88] 'Cause I'm the most slept on and the most hated\n[01:10.45] Hated, hated by niggas with no hustle\n[01:13.04] Staring at me in the club like I won't bust you\n[01:15.69] In the face with this Spades, life is a card game\n[01:18.14] And I'm playing Spades, gambling with y'all change\n[01:20.71] Fucking basketball wives while you at away games\n[01:23.20] Really fucking basketball wives; ain't gotta say names\n[01:25.75] Whole body tatted like a New York City freight train\n[01:28.32] Niggas get to barking, put a bullet in the Great Dane\n[01:30.92] Try me, end up like, \"Why me?\"\n[01:33.04] Team full of animals like I coach the Heat\n[01:35.69] Four floor mansion, close to the beach\n[01:38.24] Six car garage, that's how I'm supposed to eat\n[01:40.79] In Miami, rolling up kush on boat decks\n[01:43.34] Flagging down the waitress, waving my Rolex\n[01:45.95] I'm counting my time, 'cause my time is my money (yeah)\n[01:50.70] The sun goes down, but I won't stop for nothing (yeah)\n[01:55.60] Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n[02:00.76] Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone (gone)\n[02:08.25] I'm looking at the clock like yeah, yeah\n[02:11.02] Naps to my trash, yeah, yeah ('cause time's on my side so)\n[02:16.03] Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n[02:20.97] Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone\n[02:25.46] Yo, I done survive the test of time doing this shit so long\n[02:28.35] And only rest to rise again homie, I sleep when I'm gone\n[02:31.00] Look, a legend while I'm prime, so current and they hate this\n[02:33.66] The streets classified me as another level of greatness\n[02:36.31] I don't fight for crowns at all, I let wack niggas bitch\n[02:38.70] And let 'em flip while they debate on who the king of this shit\n[02:40.96] Listen, see I don't waste time debating over them things\n[02:43.39] Because I'm God motherfucker, God create kings, bust it\n[02:46.28] I'm hearing that a lot of niggas mad through the grapevine\n[02:48.72] Piano sounding beautiful and sad at the same time\n[02:51.33] The feeling at a funeral, so study you niggas\n[02:53.77] Khaled provide the theme music while I bury you niggas\n[02:55.87] See now there's no escaping the God, you better find a getaway\n[02:58.65] 'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day\n[03:01.27] Khaled, every time you know, we gotta make 'em love it\n[03:03.72] Realize that everything is hotter when we touch it\n[03:06.46] I'm counting my time, 'cause my time is my money (yeah)\n[03:11.39] The sun goes down, but I won't stop for nothing (yeah)\n[03:16.57] Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n[03:21.36] Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone (gone)\n[03:29.03] I'm looking at the clock like yeah, yeah\n[03:32.05] Naps to my trash, yeah, yeah ('cause time's on my side so)\n[03:36.70] Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n[03:41.98] Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone\n[03:47.54] Ayo, Khaled let this shit breathe\n[03:57.20] Spoiled little rich nigga, that's me\n[03:59.44] Smoke coming out the sunroof, blowing on hashish\n[04:01.98] Can't stop now 'cause I'm in too deep\n[04:04.41] One point five wired every two weeks\n[04:06.86] Niggas wanna kill me, let the shells fall out\n[04:09.66] Life insurance and plates, my kids gon' ball out\n[04:11.96] They kids gon' ball out, 20 years from now, pulling cars out\n[04:15.53] You gon' think cocaine getting hauled out\n[04:17.26] X getting shipped in\n[04:18.73] Crystal meth getting dipped in all cause you let a nigga slip in\n[04:22.72] Aftermath, '05, G-Unit, '06\n[04:24.75] Everything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flip\n[04:27.31] Sitting on the couch, smoking up memories\n[04:29.80] Pouring Jack Daniel's, toast to my enemies\n[04:32.31] Fuck beef, nigga, I ain't got the energy\n[04:34.62] Take the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy\n[04:37.53] I'm counting my time, 'cause my time is my money (yeah)\n[04:42.29] The sun goes down, but I won't stop for nothing (yeah)\n[04:47.38] Why close my eyes? 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I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n  start_ms: 307540\n  end_ms: 312440\n- text: Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone\n  start_ms: 312440\n  end_ms: 319370\nplain: |-\n  About to change the game\n  DJ Khaled\n  We the best forever\n  Cash Money, Young Money\n  I'm for real about this shit\n  Let's go\n\n  I'm counting my time cause my time is my money (yeah)\n  The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing (yeah)\n  I close my eyes\n  I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  (Gone)\n  Looking at the clock like yeah, yeah\n  Naps to my track yeah, yeah\n  (cause time's on my side, so)\n  Why close my eyes\n  I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n\n  They say sleep is the cousin of death, guess we related\n  Cause I'm the most slept on and the most hated\n  Hated, hated by niggas with no hustle\n  Staring at me in the club like I won't bust you\n  In the face with the spades\n  Life is a card game and I'm playing Spades\n  Gambling with your chains\n  Fucking basketball wives while you at away games\n  Really fucking basketball wives; ain't gotta say names\n  Whole body tatted like a New York City freight train\n  Niggas get to barking, put a bullet in the Great Dane\n  Try me, end up like why me?\n  Team full of animals, like I coach the Heat\n  Four floor mansion, close to the beach\n  Six car garage, that's how I'm supposed to eat\n  In Miami, rolling up kush on boat decks\n  Flagging down the waitress, waving my Rolex\n\n  I'm counting my time cause my time is my money (yeah)\n  The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing (yeah)\n  I close my eyes\n  I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  (Gone)\n  Looking at the clock like yeah, yeah\n  Naps to my track yeah, yeah\n  (cause time's on my side, so)\n  Why close my eyes\n  I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n\n  Yo, I don't survive the test of time doing this shit so long\n  And only rest to rise again homie\n  I sleep when I'm gone\n  A legend while I'm prime\n  So current and they hate this\n  The streets classified me as another level of greatness\n  I don't fight for crowds at all I let wack niggas bitch\n  And let them flip while they debate on who the king of this shit\n  Listen, I don't waste time debating them things\n  Cause I'm God motherfucker, God create kings\n  I'm hearing that a lot of niggas mad through the grape vine\n  Piano sounding beautiful and sad at the same time\n  The feeling of a funeral so study you niggas\n  Khaled, provide the theme music while I bury you niggas\n  Now there's no escaping the God you better find a getaway\n  'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day\n  Khaled, every time you know we gotta make em love it\n  Realize that everything is hotter when we touch it\n\n  I'm counting my time cause my time is my money (yeah)\n  The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing (yeah)\n  I close my eyes\n  I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  (Gone)\n  Looking at the clock like yeah, yeah\n  Naps to my track yeah, yeah\n  (cause time's on my side, so)\n  Why close my eyes\n  I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n\n  Ayo, Khaled let this shit breathe\n  Spoil little rich nigga, that's me\n  Smoke blowing out the sunroof, blowing on hashish\n  Can't stop now cause I'm in too deep\n  One point five wired every two weeks\n  Niggas wanna kill me, let the shells fall out\n  Life insurance and plates\n  My kids gon' ball out\n  They kids gon' ball out\n  Twenty years from now pulling cars out\n  You gon' think cocaine getting hauled out\n  X getting shipped in\n  Crystal Meth getting dipped in\n  All cause you let a nigga slip in\n  Aftermath, 05, G-Unit, 06\n  Everything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flip\n  Sitting on the couch, smoking up memories\n  Pouring Jack Daniels, toast to my enemies\n  Fuck beef, nigga I ain't got the energy\n  Take the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy\n\n  I'm counting my time cause my time is my money (yeah)\n  The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing (yeah)\n  I close my eyes\n  I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  (Gone)\n  Looking at the clock like yeah, yeah\n  Naps to my track yeah, yeah\n  (cause time's on my side, so)\n  Why close my eyes\n  I'd rather sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n  Sleep when I'm gone\n"}]