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I'm coming back\nGuess what bitch? I'm coming back\n\nSigned to Fool's Gold, now and everything's all gnarly\nNow these bitches want my number to get up in the party\nCame a long way from extension cords in the window\nBorrow neighbor's power just to plug up the Nintendo\nWhere the oven's never closed and stove's never off\nEvery winter so cold, niggas sleepin' wearing scarf\nBut I would always tell myself that it's gon' get better\nYou know who you is? You the greatest rapper ever\n\nSo now the pressure's on to prove that voice right\nSome people never knew they goals, knew mine my whole life\nSo now his turns up, fixin' up to bat\nPitchin' singles to the label when I used to pitch crack\nI never learned to rap, always knew how\nEver since a nigga eight, knew what I would now\nWhen I turned 28 they like, \"What you gon' do now?\"\nAnd now a nigga 30, so I don't think they heard me\nThat the last ten years, I been so fucking stressed\nTears in my eyes, let me get this off my chest\nThe thoughts of no success got a nigga chasing death\nDoin' all these drugs, hope an OD ain't next, triple X","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.66] Sent your bitch a dick pic and now she need glasses\n[00:10.00] Turn your bitch Slick Rick right now if I flashed it\n[00:13.27] Ate a couple pills took the bud out the plastic\n[00:16.68] Flickin' bogey ashes, bitch, I stay blasted\n[00:20.11] Microphone Cassius, Magic with the sick shit\n[00:23.67] 'Posed to been dead, but bitch I'm still up in this bitch\n[00:26.80] Verbal herbal poison, words I contortion\n[00:30.35] Fucked a pregnant bitch, she save money on her abortion\n[00:33.75] I feel like Billy Corgan in a church playing organ\n[00:36.95] Coverin' Too $hort, smokin' a Newport\n[00:40.48] Hurt, hoped the drugs will help the pain to go away\n[00:43.77] But all these thoughts up in my head made the sane go astray\n[00:47.04] So step inside a mind that revolves around the rhyme\n[00:50.27] And every time he close his eye, visions of white lines\n[00:53.87] Dyin' in the arms of a blonde, blue-eyed 20-something\n[00:57.48] Don't know her name, but the paramedics chest pumpin'\n[01:00.83] 30-something Black male OD'ed off of pills\n[01:04.33] That he weren't prescribed, but they took his life\n[01:07.59] Let behind a daughter that don't really even know him\n[01:10.07] 'Cause her momma thought he wouldn't make a living off them poems\n[01:14.42] But it was a long journey on a rocky road\n[01:16.27] Had a hoodie on and a jacket in the snow\n[01:17.82] Walkin' in the cold on the way to the studio\n[01:19.46] Nigga, that was just a couple years ago\n[01:21.31] Dropped a couple mixtapes on the net\n[01:22.97] Niggas tried to front like it wasn't all that\n[01:24.73] But guess what bitch? I'm coming back\n[01:26.36] Guess what bitch? I'm coming back\n[01:27.96] Signed to Fool's Gold, now and everything's all gnarly\n[01:31.41] Now these bitches want my number to get up in the party\n[01:34.69] Came a long way from extension cords in the window\n[01:38.03] Borrow neighbor's power just to plug up the Nintendo\n[01:41.52] Where the oven's never closed and stove's never off\n[01:44.77] Every winter so cold, niggas sleepin' wearing scarf\n[01:48.42] But I would always tell myself that it's gon' get better\n[01:51.63] You know who you is? 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I'm coming back\n[01:26.72] Guess what bitch? I'm coming back\n[01:28.58] Signed to Fool's Gold, now and everything's all gnarly\n[01:31.69] Now these bitches want my number to get up in the party\n[01:35.40] Came a long way from extension cords in the window\n[01:38.83] Borrow neighbor's power just to plug up the Nintendo\n[01:41.96] Where the oven's never closed and stove's never off\n[01:45.36] Every winter so cold, niggas sleepin' wearing scarf\n[01:48.79] But I would always tell myself that it's gon' get better\n[01:52.12] You know who you is? 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knocking out ya chompers (Style)\nI wonder why they somber when they stand in front your honor (Yeah)\nBut when they in them streets, they going nuts like Conker (Yah)\nBig, big guy, dropping them small fries (Yeah)\nLike a lunch rush came in and everybody called in (Yeah)\nThese niggas want the smoke like twenty twin twin (Twin twin)\nUsed to get hit with bricks like Deebo at the end (Style)\nIf getting money a sin (Sin), I'm going straight to hell (Hell)\nI sold all my shares (Shares), that's why ya stock fell (Fell)\nWell, well, well, I'm leaving 'em all pale (Style)\nSnatch a rapper soul, now he a shell of himself (Go)\nI'm lifting all them curses with what I do with them verses (Yeah)\nGod of the underground, change channels on them commercials (Huh)\nSurface level I'm grounded, taking 'em deep to drown you (Drown)\nType great white surrounded by flounder (Style)\nOut here in them streets keep them niggas from 'round you (Yeah)\nThey purpose is a circus and these niggas'll clown you (Uh-huh)\nThey minstrel with the pencil, a burden to instrumentals (Yeah)\nI put it to your temple then turn a nigga to lentil (Doo-doo-doo)\nIn Bruno Magli shoes, I'm leaving tracks, Orenthal (Uh)\nEssential with utensils, I'm chopping up with the Ginsu\n\nHahahahahaha\n\n(Che-)\n\nMy art form remarkable, niggas is just a sparkle (Yeah)\nToo nuclear, I'm tubular, write with permanent markers (Uh-huh)\nThe only thing erases your face if you're tryna pop up (Yeah)\nI'm lockin' up the game like punishment from your mama (Style)\nTrauma I went through just made me stronger than ever (Yeah)\nSo I would never let up, you niggas ain't on my level (Uh)\nIn a whole 'nother league, fatigue up in your setup\nPunchlines weak like putting water in ketchup (Style)\nCracked up on 'em and left with stolen moments (Yeah)\nYou a snapshot, photographer in a coma (Uh)\nI rang like the coma, they sleepin' like they on Soma (Uh)\nSo when I get up on 'em, I'm stealin' shit like Winona (Style)\nWho the 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(Hey)\nI'm standing on business, and you niggas on some sucker shit (Yeah)\nComing from the city where we do it for the love of it (Yah)\nSo I show no pity for a clout-chasing sucker bitch (Yah)\n\nDrunk with stardust\nWhen you were lasered into life in a beautifully precise manner\nYou clocked that which you'd never see\nThe minutiae of the world's beauty\nYou noticed how the guy across from you on the train put way too much Aquaphor on his lips\nWhen you were at your most stable, you quickly exploded\nWhen you're infected with its dust, you hear that which no one else hears\nPeaking on stardust, we chase silence out of our world, 'til Gabriel blew his horn\nYou resign yourself to delinquency, quirkifying your life\nLike a vegetarian with a carnivore spirit, you stabbed at the fauna of the world, hunted it, surveying life's riches\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] \n[00:07.25] (Check)\n[00:11.35] Better shape up and get them squares up out ya circle (Style)\n[00:14.12] If all these niggas bosses, then tell me who the workers (Yeah)\n[00:16.92] 'Cause these niggas lurking, pull up like leaving hurter (Switch)\n[00:19.63] They talk about them murders 'til they ride behind them hearses (Style)\n[00:22.51] Present is the past in a second so count your blessings (Count)\n[00:25.28] The lesson in the essence that snatch you out adolescence (Huh)\n[00:28.07] They woke me up inside like listen to Evanescence (Style)\n[00:30.88] Was microphone checking at seven, no half stepping (Huh)\n[00:33.71] Pull the weapon on a reverend and tell him run the collection\n[00:36.44] If he hesitate a second, I'm sending his ass to heaven\n[00:39.32] \n[00:43.72] (Go)\n[00:44.61] They woke up the monster so I divide and conquer (Yeah)\n[00:47.49] I ponder going bonkers then knocking out ya chompers (Style)\n[00:50.33] I wonder why they somber when they stand in front your honor (Yeah)\n[00:52.92] But when they in them streets, they going nuts like Conker (Yah)\n[00:56.01] Big, big guy, dropping them small fries (Yeah)\n[00:58.64] Like a lunch rush came in and everybody called in (Yeah)\n[01:01.33] These niggas want the smoke like twenty twin twin (Twin twin)\n[01:04.20] Used to get hit with bricks like Deebo at the end (Style)\n[01:07.01] If getting money a sin (Sin), I'm going straight to hell (Hell)\n[01:09.84] I sold all my shares (Shares), that's why ya stock fell (Fell)\n[01:12.72] Well, well, well, I'm leaving 'em all pale (Style)\n[01:15.40] Snatch a rapper soul, now he a shell of himself (Go)\n[01:18.32] I'm lifting all them curses with what I do with them verses (Yeah)\n[01:21.05] God of the underground, change channels on them commercials (Huh)\n[01:23.80] Surface level I'm grounded, taking 'em deep to drown you (Drown)\n[01:26.52] Type great white surrounded by flounder (Style)\n[01:29.44] Out here in them streets keep them niggas from 'round you (Yeah)\n[01:32.12] They purpose is a circus and these niggas'll clown you (Uh-huh)\n[01:35.00] They minstrel with the pencil, a burden to instrumentals (Yeah)\n[01:37.77] I put it to your temple then turn a nigga to lentil (Doo-doo-doo)\n[01:40.64] In Bruno Magli shoes, I'm leaving tracks, Orenthal (Uh)\n[01:43.45] Essential with utensils, I'm chopping up with the Ginsu\n[01:46.28] \n[01:47.73] Hahahahahaha\n[01:50.28] \n[02:32.44] (Che-)\n[02:34.74] \n[02:35.43] My art form remarkable, niggas is just a sparkle (Yeah)\n[02:38.30] Too nuclear, I'm tubular, write with permanent markers (Uh-huh)\n[02:41.02] The only thing erases your face if you're tryna pop up (Yeah)\n[02:43.67] I'm lockin' up the game like punishment from your mama (Style)\n[02:46.42] Trauma I went through just made me stronger than ever (Yeah)\n[02:49.30] So I would never let up, you niggas ain't on my level (Uh)\n[02:51.79] In a whole 'nother league, fatigue up in your setup\n[02:54.30] Punchlines weak like putting water in ketchup (Style)\n[02:57.26] Cracked up on 'em and left with stolen moments (Yeah)\n[02:59.90] You a snapshot, photographer in a coma (Uh)\n[03:02.67] I rang like the coma, they sleepin' like they on Soma (Uh)\n[03:05.14] So when I get up on 'em, I'm stealin' shit like Winona (Style)\n[03:08.18] Who the fuck you niggas think you fuckin' with? (Hey)\n[03:10.14] I'm standing on business, and you niggas on some sucker shit (Yeah)\n[03:12.82] Coming from the city where we do it for the love of it (Yah)\n[03:15.55] So I show no pity for a clout-chasing sucker bitch (Yah)\n[03:18.95] \n[04:12.20] Drunk with stardust\n[04:14.18] When you were lasered into life in a beautifully precise manner\n[04:18.37] You clocked that which you'd never see\n[04:21.01] The minutiae of the world's beauty\n[04:23.42] You noticed how the guy across from you on the train put way too much Aquaphor on his lips\n[04:29.29] When you were at your most stable, you quickly exploded\n[04:33.61] When you're infected with its dust, you hear that which no one else hears\n[04:39.38] Peaking on stardust, we chase silence out of our world, 'til Gabriel blew his horn\n[04:46.20] You resign yourself to delinquency, quirkifying your life\n[04:49.96] Like a vegetarian with a carnivore spirit, you stabbed at the fauna of the world, hunted it, surveying life's 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end_ms: 312250\n- text: I'm at your house like\n  start_ms: 312250\n  end_ms: 313590\n- text: Why you got your couch on my Chucks\n  start_ms: 313590\n  end_ms: 315790\n- text: Motherfucker\n  start_ms: 315790\n  end_ms: 316740\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 316740\nplain: |-\n  You niggas don't even know\n  All that talk then no show\n  Cannot tell me nothin'\n  Show me somethin' I ain't seen before\n  That hoe want my piccolo\n  Smoking on that mistletoe\n  Make her kiss all on it while we cha-cha, but on 24's\n  She look like a centerfold\n  Mouth all on my genitals\n  Suckin' on it like she gettin' vitamins and minerals\n  I be on the chemicals, she be on my testicles\n  Poke her with my tentacle then put her on my schedule\n  Rolling up them vegetables\n  Rapping with that special flow\n  Only way you're next to blow if you be strapped with C4\n  I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show\n  Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe\n  Now I sell out all my shows\n  Used to sell out all my blow\n  That was back when we was coppin' dubs to try and roll a four\n  Now a nigga livin' good\n  I done made it out the hood\n  Think I'm goin' back?\n  I wish a motherfucker would\n\n  Yeah, they say I got the city on fire\n  I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah\n  Really doe, like really doe\n  Really doe, like really doe\n  They say I got the city on fire\n  I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah\n  Really doe, like really doe\n  Really doe, like really doe\n\n  Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, niggas know me well\n  For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you haters can go to hell\n  When you're getting money, nigga, every day is sunny\n  I'ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail\n  Second grade, took my mama weddin' ring, took that bitch\n  To show-and-tell, now I'm married to the game to no avail\n  Grounded me for like a month, now I'm gettin' high as fuck\n  Employer tryna write me up, but now I'm a writer\n  With ambitions of a 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rain stops, uh\n\n  They say I got the city on fire\n  I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah\n  Really doe, like really doe\n  Really doe, like really doe\n  They say I got the city on fire\n  I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah\n  Really doe, like really doe\n  Really doe, like really doe\n\n  Good, hood\n  I wish you motherfuckin' would\n\n  Listen, wish a motherfucker would, Brown\n  I had to put my foot down\n  Its like I'm popping a clutch\n  Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust\n  You gon' keep talkin' or are we lockin' it up?\n  And I'm the type of nigga it ain't never been an honor to judge\n  You a mouse that the falcon picked up\n  So disrespect and gettin' checked like the top of the month\n  I was a liar as a kid so now I'm honest as fuck\n  And I never passed my mama no blunt, it kept my head straight\n  Listen deadweight never been a problem to dump\n  Look, I just broke up with my bitch cause we ain't argue enough\n  I keep it dirty as the spliffs my uncle Alchemist puff\n  I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit your mouth with the club\n  I wake up early on 'em, gettin' out the house is a must\n  It's like a sweaty pit, sweaty sit, countin' your dubs\n  Either that or you gon' catch me on a mountain with monks\n  Loungin', ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts\n  You've been the same motherfucker since 2001\n  Well it's the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump\n  I'm at your house like\n  Why you got your couch on my Chucks\n  Motherfucker\n"},{"id":35520185,"name":"Bad News","trackName":"Bad News","artistName":"Danny Brown","albumName":"XXX for 30","duration":78.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo Al, aye Al\nDanny get the car\nWe gotta get the fuck outta here Dan\n\nMurder, death, kill pull a one 87\nIf you ain't gon' give it motherfucker I'ma take it\nBoy I'll turn ya' to a raisin\nJust to bring home the bacon\nFor me to see heaven I would need to meet Satan\nSo my heart so vacant\nMy mind's on some \"take shit! break shit! spray shit!\"\nHit you broad day shit\nFace-lift braces, unsolved cases\nHittin' up the witnesses so can't nobody say shit\nI think the reaper callin'\nPicked up the phone and said\n\"I got a couple coming\"\nCause blood in my eye and I'm thirsty for death\n[?] walking up heaven's steps\nGot a getaway driver, just chillin' in a stolen\nParolee with a 40 that'll take what you owe me\nCause I'm no herb\nAnd the last thing yo' ass wanna hear is these words\n\n(They've seen us already man)\nGuns are in the trunk\n(What are we gonna do they've seen us)\nMoney in the seat\nGuns are in the trunk\nThink they come and get us, never\n\nUh, the white OJ in the hallway\nThe long .44 spray\nOne leg up on the Velour grey\nGettin' straddled while I'm eatin' strudle\nWe fuck you up so bad that you will never take a normal doo-doo\nOr a pee-pee, bedridden\nNow I'm laughing while head is given\nNo fucks are given ever cause I'm rotten to the core\nYa-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya right 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What? Where?\"\nTriple that molly on the top front tip\nChillin' in the deep I ain't going nowhere\nHo suck me off then said take care\nOff a Drake CD don't go there\nNow the ho wanna freak me like it's 94 and I'm JoJo\nTold the ho when she meet me on the creep creep no photos\nGot a bad bitch teach yoga, and all she want is these shoulders\nHit me up the status is kosher\nDome me up watching Colbert\nNigga I'm never sober\nHungover\nAnd that bag\nDipping with my index my pinky up like that\nSo bitch I'm on some movie shit\nNo director shit but Spike that\nBought an eighth of them cookies\nTwo hours I was right back\nFlo's in them cups so nigga go and Sprite that\nYo bitch know what's up my nigga go on and light that\nI'm slumped against the wall bitches on my box\nRed head ho look like Molly Ringwald\nMolly Ringwald\nMolly Ringwald\nRed head ho look like Molly Ringwald\nOff that Molly Ringwald\nSTYLE!","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.32] CHECK!\n[00:11.34] You're now listening to Araabmuzik\n[00:15.34] Poppin' pills get 'em brought to my door like Avon\n[00:17.81] This that silk suede leather\n[00:19.85] Y'all niggas polyester and rayon\n[00:21.38] I stay on them Warhols\n[00:23.13] 9.0 on your score card\n[00:24.86] Fuck them hoes that go hard\n[00:27.15] That ride the dick like a go kart\n[00:28.39] While I'm stacking up for that Goyard\n[00:30.22] Y'all niggas playing that broke card\n[00:32.36] Kush got me up in that solar\n[00:33.87] Lines\n[00:34.66] Gotta nigga face polar\n[00:35.36] Y'all ain't stuck in that poor part\n[00:36.70] Y'all niggas never gonna go far\n[00:38.87] Bitch I'm getting money fucking white hoes with the blonde hair\n[00:42.33] So nigga don't even go there\n[00:44.10] Yo ho pussy like coat hair\n[00:46.17] I'll never hang my coat there\n[00:47.85] I get head for the smoke fare\n[00:49.72] Y'all niggas don't deserve air\n[00:51.10] Yo ho look like wear and tear with hair like Cher\n[00:53.85] Share and care\n[00:54.81] Titties all looking like a sack of pears\n[00:56.67] Y'all niggas still wearing Roca Wear\n[00:58.31] Balmain jeans about a stack a pair\n[01:00.16] Yo bitch be like they in there\n[01:01.88] Watch the kids like daycare\n[01:03.69] Araab beats like a bag of pills\n[01:05.38] Danny Brown so that ain't fair\n[01:07.31] Looking for your bitch like \"Who? 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