[{"id":1556048,"name":"Allure","trackName":"Allure","artistName":"Danger Mouse","albumName":"The Grey Album","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Young! For life\nOnce again it's the life, yessss\n(I don't know why, I. get so high on)\nIt's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n(Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n[Verse One]\nThe allure of breakin the law\nIs always too much for me to ever ignore\nI gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\nIn love with a V-Dub engine\nMan I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\nBathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\nMy women friend get tennis bracelets\nTrips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\nThe sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\nMan, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\nI put my feet in the footprints left to me\nWithout sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\nMan my brother hustled so, naturally\nUp next is me, but what perplexes me\nShit I know how this movie ends, still I play\nThe starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's just life, I solemnly swear\nTo change my approach, stop shavin coke\nStay away from hoes, put down the toast\nCause I be doin the most. oh no!\nBut every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\nIt called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n[Verse Two]\nI'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\nPillow-top him like a toupee\nMix the water, with the soda\nTurn the pot up make a souflee\nAll of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\nI'm livin proof that crime do pay\nSay hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\nPuttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\nPuttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\nAll in the name of love\nJust to see that love locked in chains and the family came\nOver the house to take back, everything that they claimed\nOr even the worst pain is the distress\nLearnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\nAnd the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\nNow it gets tough to ever love a-gain\nBut the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\nTo all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\nTo all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\nWe all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three]\nI never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\nIn Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\nAnd I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\nWhat the game did to my pulse, with no results\nAnd you can treat your nose and still won't come close\nThe game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\nAnd I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\nAnd doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\nBy any means necessary, whatever the cost\nEven if it means lives is lost.\nAnd I can't explain why, I just love to get high\nDrink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\nI'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\nI may not even be alive\nHow mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\nDyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\nOf course\n\n[Chorus]\n\nOnce again it's the life\nI said it's the life\nOnce again it's the life - oh no!\n(I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\nGet so (get so high on) uh-huh\n(Get so high - high off the life!)\nHahahahahahaha - woo!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Allure\n  artist: Danger Mouse\n  album: The Grey Album\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Young! For life\n  Once again it's the life, yessss\n  (I don't know why, I. get so high on)\n  It's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n  (Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n  [Verse One]\n  The allure of breakin the law\n  Is always too much for me to ever ignore\n  I gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\n  In love with a V-Dub engine\n  Man I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\n  Bathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\n  My women friend get tennis bracelets\n  Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\n  The sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\n  Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\n  I put my feet in the footprints left to me\n  Without sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\n  Man my brother hustled so, naturally\n  Up next is me, but what perplexes me\n  Shit I know how this movie ends, still I play\n  The starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n  [Chorus]\n  It's just life, I solemnly swear\n  To change my approach, stop shavin coke\n  Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n  Cause I be doin the most. oh no!\n  But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\n  It called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n  [Verse Two]\n  I'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n  'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\n  Pillow-top him like a toupee\n  Mix the water, with the soda\n  Turn the pot up make a souflee\n  All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\n  I'm livin proof that crime do pay\n  Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\n  Puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\n  Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\n  All in the name of love\n  Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came\n  Over the house to take back, everything that they claimed\n  Or even the worst pain is the distress\n  Learnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\n  And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\n  Now it gets tough to ever love a-gain\n  But the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\n  To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\n  To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\n  We all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse Three]\n  I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\n  In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\n  And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\n  What the game did to my pulse, with no results\n  And you can treat your nose and still won't come close\n  The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\n  And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\n  And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\n  By any means necessary, whatever the cost\n  Even if it means lives is lost.\n  And I can't explain why, I just love to get high\n  Drink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\n  I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\n  I may not even be alive\n  How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\n  Dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\n  Of course\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Once again it's the life\n  I said it's the life\n  Once again it's the life - oh no!\n  (I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\n  Get so (get so high on) uh-huh\n  (Get so high - high off the life!)\n  Hahahahahahaha - woo!\n"},{"id":19523373,"name":"Allure","trackName":"Allure","artistName":"Danger Mouse","albumName":"The Grey Album","duration":244.8734,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Young! For life\nOnce again it's the life, yessss\n(I don't know why, I. get so high on)\nIt's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n(Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n[Verse One]\nThe allure of breakin the law\nIs always too much for me to ever ignore\nI gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\nIn love with a V-Dub engine\nMan I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\nBathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\nMy women friend get tennis bracelets\nTrips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\nThe sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\nMan, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\nI put my feet in the footprints left to me\nWithout sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\nMan my brother hustled so, naturally\nUp next is me, but what perplexes me\nShit I know how this movie ends, still I play\nThe starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's just life, I solemnly swear\nTo change my approach, stop shavin coke\nStay away from hoes, put down the toast\nCause I be doin the most. oh no!\nBut every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\nIt called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n[Verse Two]\nI'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\nPillow-top him like a toupee\nMix the water, with the soda\nTurn the pot up make a souflee\nAll of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\nI'm livin proof that crime do pay\nSay hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\nPuttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\nPuttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\nAll in the name of love\nJust to see that love locked in chains and the family came\nOver the house to take back, everything that they claimed\nOr even the worst pain is the distress\nLearnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\nAnd the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\nNow it gets tough to ever love a-gain\nBut the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\nTo all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\nTo all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\nWe all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three]\nI never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\nIn Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\nAnd I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\nWhat the game did to my pulse, with no results\nAnd you can treat your nose and still won't come close\nThe game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\nAnd I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\nAnd doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\nBy any means necessary, whatever the cost\nEven if it means lives is lost.\nAnd I can't explain why, I just love to get high\nDrink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\nI'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\nI may not even be alive\nHow mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\nDyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\nOf course\n\n[Chorus]\n\nOnce again it's the life\nI said it's the life\nOnce again it's the life - oh no!\n(I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\nGet so (get so high on) uh-huh\n(Get so high - high off the life!)\nHahahahahahaha - woo!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Allure\n  artist: Danger Mouse\n  album: The Grey Album\n  duration_ms: 244873\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Young! For life\n  Once again it's the life, yessss\n  (I don't know why, I. get so high on)\n  It's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n  (Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n  [Verse One]\n  The allure of breakin the law\n  Is always too much for me to ever ignore\n  I gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\n  In love with a V-Dub engine\n  Man I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\n  Bathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\n  My women friend get tennis bracelets\n  Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\n  The sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\n  Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\n  I put my feet in the footprints left to me\n  Without sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\n  Man my brother hustled so, naturally\n  Up next is me, but what perplexes me\n  Shit I know how this movie ends, still I play\n  The starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n  [Chorus]\n  It's just life, I solemnly swear\n  To change my approach, stop shavin coke\n  Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n  Cause I be doin the most. oh no!\n  But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\n  It called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n  [Verse Two]\n  I'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n  'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\n  Pillow-top him like a toupee\n  Mix the water, with the soda\n  Turn the pot up make a souflee\n  All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\n  I'm livin proof that crime do pay\n  Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\n  Puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\n  Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\n  All in the name of love\n  Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came\n  Over the house to take back, everything that they claimed\n  Or even the worst pain is the distress\n  Learnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\n  And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\n  Now it gets tough to ever love a-gain\n  But the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\n  To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\n  To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\n  We all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse Three]\n  I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\n  In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\n  And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\n  What the game did to my pulse, with no results\n  And you can treat your nose and still won't come close\n  The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\n  And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\n  And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\n  By any means necessary, whatever the cost\n  Even if it means lives is lost.\n  And I can't explain why, I just love to get high\n  Drink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\n  I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\n  I may not even be alive\n  How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\n  Dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\n  Of course\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Once again it's the life\n  I said it's the life\n  Once again it's the life - oh no!\n  (I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\n  Get so (get so high on) uh-huh\n  (Get so high - high off the life!)\n  Hahahahahahaha - woo!\n"},{"id":23698833,"name":"Allure","trackName":"Allure","artistName":"Danger Mouse","albumName":"Grey Album","duration":246.386939,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Young! For life\nOnce again it's the life, yessss\n(I don't know why, I. get so high on)\nIt's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n(Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n[Verse One]\nThe allure of breakin the law\nIs always too much for me to ever ignore\nI gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\nIn love with a V-Dub engine\nMan I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\nBathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\nMy women friend get tennis bracelets\nTrips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\nThe sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\nMan, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\nI put my feet in the footprints left to me\nWithout sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\nMan my brother hustled so, naturally\nUp next is me, but what perplexes me\nShit I know how this movie ends, still I play\nThe starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's just life, I solemnly swear\nTo change my approach, stop shavin coke\nStay away from hoes, put down the toast\nCause I be doin the most. oh no!\nBut every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\nIt called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n[Verse Two]\nI'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\nPillow-top him like a toupee\nMix the water, with the soda\nTurn the pot up make a souflee\nAll of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\nI'm livin proof that crime do pay\nSay hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\nPuttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\nPuttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\nAll in the name of love\nJust to see that love locked in chains and the family came\nOver the house to take back, everything that they claimed\nOr even the worst pain is the distress\nLearnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\nAnd the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\nNow it gets tough to ever love a-gain\nBut the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\nTo all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\nTo all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\nWe all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three]\nI never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\nIn Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\nAnd I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\nWhat the game did to my pulse, with no results\nAnd you can treat your nose and still won't come close\nThe game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\nAnd I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\nAnd doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\nBy any means necessary, whatever the cost\nEven if it means lives is lost.\nAnd I can't explain why, I just love to get high\nDrink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\nI'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\nI may not even be alive\nHow mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\nDyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\nOf course\n\n[Chorus]\n\nOnce again it's the life\nI said it's the life\nOnce again it's the life - oh no!\n(I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\nGet so (get so high on) uh-huh\n(Get so high - high off the life!)\nHahahahahahaha - woo!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Allure\n  artist: Danger Mouse\n  album: Grey Album\n  duration_ms: 246387\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Young! For life\n  Once again it's the life, yessss\n  (I don't know why, I. get so high on)\n  It's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n  (Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n  [Verse One]\n  The allure of breakin the law\n  Is always too much for me to ever ignore\n  I gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\n  In love with a V-Dub engine\n  Man I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\n  Bathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\n  My women friend get tennis bracelets\n  Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\n  The sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\n  Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\n  I put my feet in the footprints left to me\n  Without sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\n  Man my brother hustled so, naturally\n  Up next is me, but what perplexes me\n  Shit I know how this movie ends, still I play\n  The starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n  [Chorus]\n  It's just life, I solemnly swear\n  To change my approach, stop shavin coke\n  Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n  Cause I be doin the most. oh no!\n  But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\n  It called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n  [Verse Two]\n  I'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n  'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\n  Pillow-top him like a toupee\n  Mix the water, with the soda\n  Turn the pot up make a souflee\n  All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\n  I'm livin proof that crime do pay\n  Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\n  Puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\n  Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\n  All in the name of love\n  Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came\n  Over the house to take back, everything that they claimed\n  Or even the worst pain is the distress\n  Learnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\n  And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\n  Now it gets tough to ever love a-gain\n  But the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\n  To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\n  To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\n  We all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse Three]\n  I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\n  In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\n  And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\n  What the game did to my pulse, with no results\n  And you can treat your nose and still won't come close\n  The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\n  And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\n  And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\n  By any means necessary, whatever the cost\n  Even if it means lives is lost.\n  And I can't explain why, I just love to get high\n  Drink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\n  I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\n  I may not even be alive\n  How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\n  Dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\n  Of course\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Once again it's the life\n  I said it's the life\n  Once again it's the life - oh no!\n  (I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\n  Get so (get so high on) uh-huh\n  (Get so high - high off the life!)\n  Hahahahahahaha - woo!\n"},{"id":22975506,"name":"Allure","trackName":"Allure","artistName":"Danger Mouse","albumName":"The Grey Album Re-Mastered","duration":244.8702,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Young! For life\nOnce again it's the life, yessss\n(I don't know why, I. get so high on)\nIt's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n(Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n[Verse One]\nThe allure of breakin the law\nIs always too much for me to ever ignore\nI gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\nIn love with a V-Dub engine\nMan I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\nBathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\nMy women friend get tennis bracelets\nTrips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\nThe sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\nMan, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\nI put my feet in the footprints left to me\nWithout sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\nMan my brother hustled so, naturally\nUp next is me, but what perplexes me\nShit I know how this movie ends, still I play\nThe starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's just life, I solemnly swear\nTo change my approach, stop shavin coke\nStay away from hoes, put down the toast\nCause I be doin the most. oh no!\nBut every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\nIt called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n[Verse Two]\nI'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\nPillow-top him like a toupee\nMix the water, with the soda\nTurn the pot up make a souflee\nAll of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\nI'm livin proof that crime do pay\nSay hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\nPuttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\nPuttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\nAll in the name of love\nJust to see that love locked in chains and the family came\nOver the house to take back, everything that they claimed\nOr even the worst pain is the distress\nLearnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\nAnd the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\nNow it gets tough to ever love a-gain\nBut the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\nTo all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\nTo all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\nWe all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three]\nI never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\nIn Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\nAnd I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\nWhat the game did to my pulse, with no results\nAnd you can treat your nose and still won't come close\nThe game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\nAnd I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\nAnd doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\nBy any means necessary, whatever the cost\nEven if it means lives is lost.\nAnd I can't explain why, I just love to get high\nDrink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\nI'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\nI may not even be alive\nHow mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\nDyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\nOf course\n\n[Chorus]\n\nOnce again it's the life\nI said it's the life\nOnce again it's the life - oh no!\n(I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\nGet so (get so high on) uh-huh\n(Get so high - high off the life!)\nHahahahahahaha - woo!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Allure\n  artist: Danger Mouse\n  album: The Grey Album Re-Mastered\n  duration_ms: 244870\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Young! For life\n  Once again it's the life, yessss\n  (I don't know why, I. get so high on)\n  It's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n  (Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n  [Verse One]\n  The allure of breakin the law\n  Is always too much for me to ever ignore\n  I gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\n  In love with a V-Dub engine\n  Man I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\n  Bathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\n  My women friend get tennis bracelets\n  Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\n  The sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\n  Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\n  I put my feet in the footprints left to me\n  Without sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\n  Man my brother hustled so, naturally\n  Up next is me, but what perplexes me\n  Shit I know how this movie ends, still I play\n  The starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n  [Chorus]\n  It's just life, I solemnly swear\n  To change my approach, stop shavin coke\n  Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n  Cause I be doin the most. oh no!\n  But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\n  It called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n  [Verse Two]\n  I'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n  'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\n  Pillow-top him like a toupee\n  Mix the water, with the soda\n  Turn the pot up make a souflee\n  All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\n  I'm livin proof that crime do pay\n  Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\n  Puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\n  Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\n  All in the name of love\n  Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came\n  Over the house to take back, everything that they claimed\n  Or even the worst pain is the distress\n  Learnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\n  And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\n  Now it gets tough to ever love a-gain\n  But the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\n  To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\n  To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\n  We all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse Three]\n  I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\n  In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\n  And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\n  What the game did to my pulse, with no results\n  And you can treat your nose and still won't come close\n  The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\n  And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\n  And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\n  By any means necessary, whatever the cost\n  Even if it means lives is lost.\n  And I can't explain why, I just love to get high\n  Drink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\n  I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\n  I may not even be alive\n  How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\n  Dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\n  Of course\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Once again it's the life\n  I said it's the life\n  Once again it's the life - oh no!\n  (I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\n  Get so (get so high on) uh-huh\n  (Get so high - high off the life!)\n  Hahahahahahaha - woo!\n"},{"id":27207231,"name":"Allure","trackName":"Allure","artistName":"Danger Mouse","albumName":"The Grey Album  (Remix)","duration":246.439184,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Young! For life\nOnce again it's the life, yessss\n(I don't know why, I. get so high on)\nIt's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n(Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n[Verse One]\nThe allure of breakin the law\nIs always too much for me to ever ignore\nI gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\nIn love with a V-Dub engine\nMan I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\nBathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\nMy women friend get tennis bracelets\nTrips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\nThe sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\nMan, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\nI put my feet in the footprints left to me\nWithout sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\nMan my brother hustled so, naturally\nUp next is me, but what perplexes me\nShit I know how this movie ends, still I play\nThe starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's just life, I solemnly swear\nTo change my approach, stop shavin coke\nStay away from hoes, put down the toast\nCause I be doin the most. oh no!\nBut every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\nIt called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n[Verse Two]\nI'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\nPillow-top him like a toupee\nMix the water, with the soda\nTurn the pot up make a souflee\nAll of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\nI'm livin proof that crime do pay\nSay hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\nPuttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\nPuttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\nAll in the name of love\nJust to see that love locked in chains and the family came\nOver the house to take back, everything that they claimed\nOr even the worst pain is the distress\nLearnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\nAnd the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\nNow it gets tough to ever love a-gain\nBut the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\nTo all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\nTo all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\nWe all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three]\nI never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\nIn Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\nAnd I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\nWhat the game did to my pulse, with no results\nAnd you can treat your nose and still won't come close\nThe game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\nAnd I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\nAnd doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\nBy any means necessary, whatever the cost\nEven if it means lives is lost.\nAnd I can't explain why, I just love to get high\nDrink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\nI'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\nI may not even be alive\nHow mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\nDyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\nOf course\n\n[Chorus]\n\nOnce again it's the life\nI said it's the life\nOnce again it's the life - oh no!\n(I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\nGet so (get so high on) uh-huh\n(Get so high - high off the life!)\nHahahahahahaha - woo!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Allure\n  artist: Danger Mouse\n  album: The Grey Album  (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 246439\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Young! For life\n  Once again it's the life, yessss\n  (I don't know why, I. get so high on)\n  It's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n  (Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n  [Verse One]\n  The allure of breakin the law\n  Is always too much for me to ever ignore\n  I gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\n  In love with a V-Dub engine\n  Man I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\n  Bathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\n  My women friend get tennis bracelets\n  Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\n  The sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\n  Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\n  I put my feet in the footprints left to me\n  Without sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\n  Man my brother hustled so, naturally\n  Up next is me, but what perplexes me\n  Shit I know how this movie ends, still I play\n  The starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n  [Chorus]\n  It's just life, I solemnly swear\n  To change my approach, stop shavin coke\n  Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n  Cause I be doin the most. oh no!\n  But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\n  It called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n  [Verse Two]\n  I'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n  'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\n  Pillow-top him like a toupee\n  Mix the water, with the soda\n  Turn the pot up make a souflee\n  All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\n  I'm livin proof that crime do pay\n  Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\n  Puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\n  Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\n  All in the name of love\n  Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came\n  Over the house to take back, everything that they claimed\n  Or even the worst pain is the distress\n  Learnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\n  And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\n  Now it gets tough to ever love a-gain\n  But the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\n  To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\n  To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\n  We all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse Three]\n  I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\n  In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\n  And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\n  What the game did to my pulse, with no results\n  And you can treat your nose and still won't come close\n  The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\n  And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\n  And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\n  By any means necessary, whatever the cost\n  Even if it means lives is lost.\n  And I can't explain why, I just love to get high\n  Drink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\n  I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\n  I may not even be alive\n  How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\n  Dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\n  Of course\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Once again it's the life\n  I said it's the life\n  Once again it's the life - oh no!\n  (I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\n  Get so (get so high on) uh-huh\n  (Get so high - high off the life!)\n  Hahahahahahaha - woo!\n"},{"id":28300253,"name":"Allure","trackName":"Allure","artistName":"Danger Mouse","albumName":"Grey Trackedout","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Young! For life\nOnce again it's the life, yessss\n(I don't know why, I. get so high on)\nIt's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n(Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n[Verse One]\nThe allure of breakin the law\nIs always too much for me to ever ignore\nI gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\nIn love with a V-Dub engine\nMan I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\nBathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\nMy women friend get tennis bracelets\nTrips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\nThe sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\nMan, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\nI put my feet in the footprints left to me\nWithout sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\nMan my brother hustled so, naturally\nUp next is me, but what perplexes me\nShit I know how this movie ends, still I play\nThe starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's just life, I solemnly swear\nTo change my approach, stop shavin coke\nStay away from hoes, put down the toast\nCause I be doin the most. oh no!\nBut every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\nIt called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n[Verse Two]\nI'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\nPillow-top him like a toupee\nMix the water, with the soda\nTurn the pot up make a souflee\nAll of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\nI'm livin proof that crime do pay\nSay hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\nPuttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\nPuttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\nAll in the name of love\nJust to see that love locked in chains and the family came\nOver the house to take back, everything that they claimed\nOr even the worst pain is the distress\nLearnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\nAnd the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\nNow it gets tough to ever love a-gain\nBut the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\nTo all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\nTo all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\nWe all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three]\nI never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\nIn Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\nAnd I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\nWhat the game did to my pulse, with no results\nAnd you can treat your nose and still won't come close\nThe game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\nAnd I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\nAnd doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\nBy any means necessary, whatever the cost\nEven if it means lives is lost.\nAnd I can't explain why, I just love to get high\nDrink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\nI'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\nI may not even be alive\nHow mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\nDyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\nOf course\n\n[Chorus]\n\nOnce again it's the life\nI said it's the life\nOnce again it's the life - oh no!\n(I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\nGet so (get so high on) uh-huh\n(Get so high - high off the life!)\nHahahahahahaha - woo!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Allure\n  artist: Danger Mouse\n  album: Grey Trackedout\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Young! For life\n  Once again it's the life, yessss\n  (I don't know why, I. get so high on)\n  It's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n  (Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n  [Verse One]\n  The allure of breakin the law\n  Is always too much for me to ever ignore\n  I gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\n  In love with a V-Dub engine\n  Man I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\n  Bathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\n  My women friend get tennis bracelets\n  Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\n  The sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\n  Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\n  I put my feet in the footprints left to me\n  Without sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\n  Man my brother hustled so, naturally\n  Up next is me, but what perplexes me\n  Shit I know how this movie ends, still I play\n  The starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n  [Chorus]\n  It's just life, I solemnly swear\n  To change my approach, stop shavin coke\n  Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n  Cause I be doin the most. oh no!\n  But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\n  It called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n  [Verse Two]\n  I'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n  'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\n  Pillow-top him like a toupee\n  Mix the water, with the soda\n  Turn the pot up make a souflee\n  All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\n  I'm livin proof that crime do pay\n  Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\n  Puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\n  Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\n  All in the name of love\n  Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came\n  Over the house to take back, everything that they claimed\n  Or even the worst pain is the distress\n  Learnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\n  And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\n  Now it gets tough to ever love a-gain\n  But the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\n  To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\n  To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\n  We all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse Three]\n  I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\n  In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\n  And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\n  What the game did to my pulse, with no results\n  And you can treat your nose and still won't come close\n  The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\n  And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\n  And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\n  By any means necessary, whatever the cost\n  Even if it means lives is lost.\n  And I can't explain why, I just love to get high\n  Drink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\n  I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\n  I may not even be alive\n  How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\n  Dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\n  Of course\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Once again it's the life\n  I said it's the life\n  Once again it's the life - oh no!\n  (I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\n  Get so (get so high on) uh-huh\n  (Get so high - high off the life!)\n  Hahahahahahaha - woo!\n"},{"id":28139594,"name":"Allure","trackName":"Allure","artistName":"Danger Mouse","albumName":"The Grey Album","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Young! For life\nOnce again it's the life, yessss\n(I don't know why, I. get so high on)\nIt's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n(Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n[Verse One]\nThe allure of breakin the law\nIs always too much for me to ever ignore\nI gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\nIn love with a V-Dub engine\nMan I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\nBathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\nMy women friend get tennis bracelets\nTrips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\nThe sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\nMan, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\nI put my feet in the footprints left to me\nWithout sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\nMan my brother hustled so, naturally\nUp next is me, but what perplexes me\nShit I know how this movie ends, still I play\nThe starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's just life, I solemnly swear\nTo change my approach, stop shavin coke\nStay away from hoes, put down the toast\nCause I be doin the most. oh no!\nBut every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\nIt called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n[Verse Two]\nI'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\nPillow-top him like a toupee\nMix the water, with the soda\nTurn the pot up make a souflee\nAll of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\nI'm livin proof that crime do pay\nSay hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\nPuttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\nPuttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\nAll in the name of love\nJust to see that love locked in chains and the family came\nOver the house to take back, everything that they claimed\nOr even the worst pain is the distress\nLearnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\nAnd the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\nNow it gets tough to ever love a-gain\nBut the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\nTo all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\nTo all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\nWe all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three]\nI never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\nIn Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\nAnd I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\nWhat the game did to my pulse, with no results\nAnd you can treat your nose and still won't come close\nThe game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\nAnd I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\nAnd doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\nBy any means necessary, whatever the cost\nEven if it means lives is lost.\nAnd I can't explain why, I just love to get high\nDrink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\nI'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\nI may not even be alive\nHow mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\nDyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\nOf course\n\n[Chorus]\n\nOnce again it's the life\nI said it's the life\nOnce again it's the life - oh no!\n(I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\nGet so (get so high on) uh-huh\n(Get so high - high off the life!)\nHahahahahahaha - woo!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Allure\n  artist: Danger Mouse\n  album: The Grey Album\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Young! For life\n  Once again it's the life, yessss\n  (I don't know why, I. get so high on)\n  It's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n  (Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n  [Verse One]\n  The allure of breakin the law\n  Is always too much for me to ever ignore\n  I gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\n  In love with a V-Dub engine\n  Man I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\n  Bathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\n  My women friend get tennis bracelets\n  Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\n  The sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\n  Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\n  I put my feet in the footprints left to me\n  Without sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\n  Man my brother hustled so, naturally\n  Up next is me, but what perplexes me\n  Shit I know how this movie ends, still I play\n  The starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n  [Chorus]\n  It's just life, I solemnly swear\n  To change my approach, stop shavin coke\n  Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n  Cause I be doin the most. oh no!\n  But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\n  It called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n  [Verse Two]\n  I'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n  'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\n  Pillow-top him like a toupee\n  Mix the water, with the soda\n  Turn the pot up make a souflee\n  All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\n  I'm livin proof that crime do pay\n  Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\n  Puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\n  Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\n  All in the name of love\n  Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came\n  Over the house to take back, everything that they claimed\n  Or even the worst pain is the distress\n  Learnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\n  And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\n  Now it gets tough to ever love a-gain\n  But the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\n  To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\n  To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\n  We all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse Three]\n  I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\n  In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\n  And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\n  What the game did to my pulse, with no results\n  And you can treat your nose and still won't come close\n  The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\n  And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\n  And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\n  By any means necessary, whatever the cost\n  Even if it means lives is lost.\n  And I can't explain why, I just love to get high\n  Drink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\n  I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\n  I may not even be alive\n  How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\n  Dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\n  Of course\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Once again it's the life\n  I said it's the life\n  Once again it's the life - oh no!\n  (I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\n  Get so (get so high on) uh-huh\n  (Get so high - high off the life!)\n  Hahahahahahaha - woo!\n"},{"id":36632558,"name":"Allure","trackName":"Allure","artistName":"Jay-Z","albumName":"DJ Danger Mouse - The Grey Album","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Young! It's the life\nOnce again it's the life, yes\nI don't know why I get so high, oh\nIt's intoxicating, man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\nGet so high oh, get so high, high off the life\n\nThe allure of breaking the law\nWas always too much for me to ever ignore\nI've got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses\nIn love with a V-Dub engine\nMan, I'm high off life, fuck it, I'm wasted\nBathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist\nMy women-friends get tennis bracelets\nTrips to Venice, get their Winters replaced with\n\nThe sun, it ain't even fun no more, I'm jaded\nMan, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\nI put my feet in the footprints left to me\nWithout saying a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\nMan, my brother hustled so, naturally\nUp next was me, but what perplexes me\nShit, I know how this movie ends, still I play\nThe starring role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\nIt's just life, I solemnly swear\nTo change my approach, stop shaving coke\nStay away from hoes, put down the toast\n'Cause I be doing the most (oh no!)\nBut every time I felt \"That was that\", it called me right back\nIt called me right back\nMan, it called me right back (oh no!)\n\nI'm like a Russian mobster, drinking distilled vodka\nUntil I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\nPeel the top up like a toupée, mix the water with the soda\nTurn the pot up, make a soufflé\nAll of y'all can get it like group-page on your two-way\nI'm living proof that crime do pay\nSay \"hooray\" to the bad guy, and all the broads\nPutting cars in their name, for the stars of the game\n\nPutting 'caine in their bras and their tomorrows on the train\nAll in the name of love\nJust to see that love locked in chains and the family came\nOver the house to take back everything that they claimed\nOr even the worse pain is the distress\nLearning you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\nAnd the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\nNow it gets tough to ever love again\n\nBut the allure of the game, keeps calling your name\nTo all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\nTo all the Christies in different cities and Tiffany Lanes\nWe all hustlers in love with the same thing\n\nIt's just life, I solemnly swear\nTo change my approach, stop shaving coke\nStay away from hoes, put down the toast\n'Cause I be doing the most (oh no!)\nBut every time I felt \"That was that\", it called me right back\nIt called me right back\nMan, it called me right back (oh no!)\n\nI never felt more alive than riding shotgun\nIn Klein's green 5, until the cops pulled guns\nAnd I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\nWhat the game did to my pulse with no results\nAnd you can treat your nose and still won't come close\nThe game is a light bulb with eleventy-million volts\nAnd I'm just a moth addicted to the floss\nThe doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\n\nBy any means necessary, whatever the cost\nEven if it means lives is lost\nAnd I can't explain why I just love to get high\nDrink, \"life!\" smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\nI'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\nI may not even be alive\nI mean even James Dean couldn't escape the allure\nDying young, leaving a good-looking corpse\nOf course\n\nI solemnly swear\nTo change my approach, stop shaving coke\nStay away from hoes, put down the toast\n'Cause I be doing the most (oh no!)\nBut every time I felt \"That was that\", it called me right back\nIt called me right back\nMan, it called me right back (oh no!)\n\nOnce again it's the life\nYeah, I said it's the life\nOnce I again it's the life\n(Oh no! I don't know why, I)\n(Get so high, oh)\n(Get so high, oh)\n(Get so high, high off the life)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.17] Young! It's the life\n[00:07.01] Once again it's the life, yes\n[00:10.19] I don't know why I get so high, oh\n[00:13.77] It's intoxicating, man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n[00:17.19] Get so high oh, get so high, high off the life\n[00:22.12] The allure of breaking the law\n[00:24.40] Was always too much for me to ever ignore\n[00:27.12] I've got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses\n[00:30.89] In love with a V-Dub engine\n[00:32.87] Man, I'm high off life, fuck it, I'm wasted\n[00:35.63] Bathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist\n[00:38.54] My women-friends get tennis bracelets\n[00:41.05] Trips to Venice, get their Winters replaced with\n[00:43.81] The sun, it ain't even fun no more, I'm jaded\n[00:46.52] Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\n[00:49.15] I put my feet in the footprints left to me\n[00:51.60] Without saying a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\n[00:54.75] Man, my brother hustled so, naturally\n[00:57.33] Up next was me, but what perplexes me\n[01:00.07] Shit, I know how this movie ends, still I play\n[01:03.41] The starring role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n[01:05.73] It's just life, I solemnly swear\n[01:07.72] To change my approach, stop shaving coke\n[01:10.53] Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n[01:13.11] 'Cause I be doing the most (oh no!)\n[01:16.64] But every time I felt \"That was that\", it called me right back\n[01:21.69] It called me right back\n[01:24.10] Man, it called me right back (oh no!)\n[01:27.78] I'm like a Russian mobster, drinking distilled vodka\n[01:30.89] Until I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\n[01:33.86] Peel the top up like a toupée, mix the water with the soda\n[01:37.65] Turn the pot up, make a soufflé\n[01:39.30] All of y'all can get it like group-page on your two-way\n[01:41.85] I'm living proof that crime do pay\n[01:44.22] Say \"hooray\" to the bad guy, and all the broads\n[01:46.10] Putting cars in their name, for the stars of the game\n[01:49.86] Putting 'caine in their bras and their tomorrows on the train\n[01:52.63] All in the name of love\n[01:54.63] Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came\n[01:57.95] Over the house to take back everything that they claimed\n[02:00.88] Or even the worse pain is the distress\n[02:03.25] Learning you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\n[02:06.78] And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\n[02:09.34] Now it gets tough to ever love again\n[02:11.85] But the allure of the game, keeps calling your name\n[02:14.69] To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\n[02:17.40] To all the Christies in different cities and Tiffany Lanes\n[02:20.05] We all hustlers in love with the same thing\n[02:22.84] It's just life, I solemnly swear\n[02:25.31] To change my approach, stop shaving coke\n[02:27.83] Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n[02:30.46] 'Cause I be doing the most (oh no!)\n[02:33.85] But every time I felt \"That was that\", it called me right back\n[02:38.95] It called me right back\n[02:41.40] Man, it called me right back (oh no!)\n[02:44.76] I never felt more alive than riding shotgun\n[02:47.71] In Klein's green 5, until the cops pulled guns\n[02:50.60] And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\n[02:53.27] What the game did to my pulse with no results\n[02:56.09] And you can treat your nose and still won't come close\n[02:58.78] The game is a light bulb with eleventy-million volts\n[03:01.63] And I'm just a moth addicted to the floss\n[03:04.32] The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\n[03:07.28] By any means necessary, whatever the cost\n[03:10.06] Even if it means lives is lost\n[03:12.45] And I can't explain why I just love to get high\n[03:15.47] Drink, \"life!\" smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\n[03:18.52] I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\n[03:21.57] I may not even be alive\n[03:23.69] I mean even James Dean couldn't escape the allure\n[03:26.37] Dying young, leaving a good-looking corpse\n[03:28.65] Of course\n[03:30.04] I solemnly swear\n[03:31.24] To change my approach, stop shaving coke\n[03:34.00] Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n[03:36.68] 'Cause I be doing the most (oh no!)\n[03:40.24] But every time I felt \"That was that\", it called me right back\n[03:44.10] It called me right back\n[03:47.43] Man, it called me right back (oh no!)\n[03:53.19] Once again it's the life\n[03:55.71] Yeah, I said it's the life\n[03:58.56] Once I again it's the life\n[04:00.76] (Oh no! 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smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\n  start_ms: 195470\n  end_ms: 198520\n- text: I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\n  start_ms: 198520\n  end_ms: 201570\n- text: I may not even be alive\n  start_ms: 201570\n  end_ms: 203690\n- text: I mean even James Dean couldn't escape the allure\n  start_ms: 203690\n  end_ms: 206370\n- text: Dying young, leaving a good-looking corpse\n  start_ms: 206370\n  end_ms: 208650\n- text: Of course\n  start_ms: 208650\n  end_ms: 210040\n- text: I solemnly swear\n  start_ms: 210040\n  end_ms: 211240\n- text: To change my approach, stop shaving coke\n  start_ms: 211240\n  end_ms: 214000\n- text: Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n  start_ms: 214000\n  end_ms: 216680\n- text: '''Cause I be doing the most (oh no!)'\n  start_ms: 216680\n  end_ms: 220240\n- text: But every time I felt \"That was that\", it called me right back\n  start_ms: 220240\n  end_ms: 224100\n- text: It called me right back\n  start_ms: 224100\n  end_ms: 227430\n- text: Man, it called me right back (oh no!)\n  start_ms: 227430\n  end_ms: 233190\n- text: Once again it's the life\n  start_ms: 233190\n  end_ms: 235710\n- text: Yeah, I said it's the life\n  start_ms: 235710\n  end_ms: 238560\n- text: Once I again it's the life\n  start_ms: 238560\n  end_ms: 240760\n- text: (Oh no! I don't know why, I)\n  start_ms: 240760\n  end_ms: 245760\n- text: (Get so high, oh)\n  start_ms: 245760\n  end_ms: 248030\n- text: (Get so high, oh)\n  start_ms: 248030\n  end_ms: 250650\n- text: (Get so high, high off the life)\n  start_ms: 250650\n  end_ms: 256240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256240\nplain: |-\n  Young! It's the life\n  Once again it's the life, yes\n  I don't know why I get so high, oh\n  It's intoxicating, man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n  Get so high oh, get so high, high off the life\n\n  The allure of breaking the law\n  Was always too much for me to ever ignore\n  I've got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses\n  In love with a V-Dub engine\n  Man, I'm high off life, fuck it, I'm wasted\n  Bathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist\n  My women-friends get tennis bracelets\n  Trips to Venice, get their Winters replaced with\n\n  The sun, it ain't even fun no more, I'm jaded\n  Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\n  I put my feet in the footprints left to me\n  Without saying a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\n  Man, my brother hustled so, naturally\n  Up next was me, but what perplexes me\n  Shit, I know how this movie ends, still I play\n  The starring role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n  It's just life, I solemnly swear\n  To change my approach, stop shaving coke\n  Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n  'Cause I be doing the most (oh no!)\n  But every time I felt \"That was that\", it called me right back\n  It called me right back\n  Man, it called me right back (oh no!)\n\n  I'm like a Russian mobster, drinking distilled vodka\n  Until I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\n  Peel the top up like a toupée, mix the water with the soda\n  Turn the pot up, make a soufflé\n  All of y'all can get it like group-page on your two-way\n  I'm living proof that crime do pay\n  Say \"hooray\" to the bad guy, and all the broads\n  Putting cars in their name, for the stars of the game\n\n  Putting 'caine in their bras and their tomorrows on the train\n  All in the name of love\n  Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came\n  Over the house to take back everything that they claimed\n  Or even the worse pain is the distress\n  Learning you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\n  And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\n  Now it gets tough to ever love again\n\n  But the allure of the game, keeps calling your name\n  To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\n  To all the Christies in different cities and Tiffany Lanes\n  We all hustlers in love with the same thing\n\n  It's just life, I solemnly swear\n  To change my approach, stop shaving coke\n  Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n  'Cause I be doing the most (oh no!)\n  But every time I felt \"That was that\", it called me right back\n  It called me right back\n  Man, it called me right back (oh no!)\n\n  I never felt more alive than riding shotgun\n  In Klein's green 5, until the cops pulled guns\n  And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\n  What the game did to my pulse with no results\n  And you can treat your nose and still won't come close\n  The game is a light bulb with eleventy-million volts\n  And I'm just a moth addicted to the floss\n  The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\n\n  By any means necessary, whatever the cost\n  Even if it means lives is lost\n  And I can't explain why I just love to get high\n  Drink, \"life!\" smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\n  I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\n  I may not even be alive\n  I mean even James Dean couldn't escape the allure\n  Dying young, leaving a good-looking corpse\n  Of course\n\n  I solemnly swear\n  To change my approach, stop shaving coke\n  Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n  'Cause I be doing the most (oh no!)\n  But every time I felt \"That was that\", it called me right back\n  It called me right back\n  Man, it called me right back (oh no!)\n\n  Once again it's the life\n  Yeah, I said it's the life\n  Once I again it's the life\n  (Oh no! I don't know why, I)\n  (Get so high, oh)\n  (Get so high, oh)\n  (Get so high, high off the life)\n"},{"id":1556047,"name":"Allure","trackName":"Allure","artistName":"Danger Mouse feat. Sage Francis","albumName":"The Grey Album","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Young! For life\nOnce again it's the life, yessss\n(I don't know why, I. get so high on)\nIt's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n(Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n[Verse One]\nThe allure of breakin the law\nIs always too much for me to ever ignore\nI gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\nIn love with a V-Dub engine\nMan I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\nBathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\nMy women friend get tennis bracelets\nTrips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\nThe sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\nMan, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\nI put my feet in the footprints left to me\nWithout sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\nMan my brother hustled so, naturally\nUp next is me, but what perplexes me\nShit I know how this movie ends, still I play\nThe starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's just life, I solemnly swear\nTo change my approach, stop shavin coke\nStay away from hoes, put down the toast\nCause I be doin the most. oh no!\nBut every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\nIt called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n[Verse Two]\nI'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\nPillow-top him like a toupee\nMix the water, with the soda\nTurn the pot up make a souflee\nAll of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\nI'm livin proof that crime do pay\nSay hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\nPuttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\nPuttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\nAll in the name of love\nJust to see that love locked in chains and the family came\nOver the house to take back, everything that they claimed\nOr even the worst pain is the distress\nLearnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\nAnd the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\nNow it gets tough to ever love a-gain\nBut the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\nTo all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\nTo all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\nWe all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three]\nI never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\nIn Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\nAnd I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\nWhat the game did to my pulse, with no results\nAnd you can treat your nose and still won't come close\nThe game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\nAnd I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\nAnd doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\nBy any means necessary, whatever the cost\nEven if it means lives is lost.\nAnd I can't explain why, I just love to get high\nDrink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\nI'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\nI may not even be alive\nHow mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\nDyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\nOf course\n\n[Chorus]\n\nOnce again it's the life\nI said it's the life\nOnce again it's the life - oh no!\n(I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\nGet so (get so high on) uh-huh\n(Get so high - high off the life!)\nHahahahahahaha - woo!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Allure\n  artist: Danger Mouse feat. Sage Francis\n  album: The Grey Album\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Young! For life\n  Once again it's the life, yessss\n  (I don't know why, I. get so high on)\n  It's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do\n  (Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)\n\n  [Verse One]\n  The allure of breakin the law\n  Is always too much for me to ever ignore\n  I gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses\n  In love with a V-Dub engine\n  Man I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted\n  Bathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists\n  My women friend get tennis bracelets\n  Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with\n  The sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded\n  Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it\n  I put my feet in the footprints left to me\n  Without sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy\n  Man my brother hustled so, naturally\n  Up next is me, but what perplexes me\n  Shit I know how this movie ends, still I play\n  The starrin role in \"Hovito's Way\"\n\n  [Chorus]\n  It's just life, I solemnly swear\n  To change my approach, stop shavin coke\n  Stay away from hoes, put down the toast\n  Cause I be doin the most. oh no!\n  But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back\n  It called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!\n\n  [Verse Two]\n  I'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka\n  'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real\n  Pillow-top him like a toupee\n  Mix the water, with the soda\n  Turn the pot up make a souflee\n  All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way\n  I'm livin proof that crime do pay\n  Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads\n  Puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game\n  Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train\n  All in the name of love\n  Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came\n  Over the house to take back, everything that they claimed\n  Or even the worst pain is the distress\n  Learnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain\n  And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust\n  Now it gets tough to ever love a-gain\n  But the allure of the game, keeps callin your name\n  To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain\n  To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes\n  We all hustlers, in love with the same thang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse Three]\n  I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun\n  In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns\n  And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need\n  What the game did to my pulse, with no results\n  And you can treat your nose and still won't come close\n  The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts\n  And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss\n  And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off\n  By any means necessary, whatever the cost\n  Even if it means lives is lost.\n  And I can't explain why, I just love to get high\n  Drink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice\n  I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times\n  I may not even be alive\n  How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure\n  Dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse\n  Of course\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Once again it's the life\n  I said it's the life\n  Once again it's the life - oh no!\n  (I don't why I) why I (get so high on)\n  Get so (get so high on) uh-huh\n  (Get so high - high off the life!)\n  Hahahahahahaha - woo!\n"}]