[{"id":24454484,"name":"175 Months","trackName":"175 Months","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"The Boy Who Played the Harp","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Admittance is the key to start the healin' right\nBut I didn't wanna eat that humble pie, no, I\n\nFather God, forgive me\nIt's been a couple years, there may be more that I ain't prayed\nEven longer I ain't been to church, God, I'm ashamed\nEmbarrassed of my ways, but still, I'm askin' for Your grace\nFeel like I been led astray\nBy the drinkin' and the spirits I let take me when I ride\nAnd the ladies in the night\nMost people, they got demons, I got angels that I fight\nTryna save you from my plight\nI pray I make it to thе light\nSouth London where we liе\nAbdullah died at sixteen, and I still feel that same rage\nCah we all gettin' older and he still the same age\nIt's his twenty-seventh birthday, in his pic, he's fourteen\nBack when we would all dream\nThere's Stephanie, she lived at fourteen\nAnd he lived at number seventeen, and I was number twelve\nWhen I used to think that if I'd skip church, I go to Hell\nSo when they ask about grief and how it feels, I know it well\nI missed his tenth anniversary in 2024\nI know the value of this picture, we ain't gettin' any more\nThen I go, and I get angry, God, like, \"Why'd you take him for?\"\nHe was just a baby\nAll these emotions that I'm feelin', it's the strength I pray for\nGod, for anyone that's with us that can vouch I pray for\nPray that I feel less lonely in this house I prayed for\nI pray that\n\nYeah\nWith this cross that you bear on me\nCan you look after my mum? She probably used her last prayer on me\nCan't let the Devil in, there's repentance in the Bible, God, remind my ex of this\nFeel like we was meant for this, move mountains and boulders\nWe at them ages where our parents gettin' older, may they never need a shoulder\nI done shit I can't condone, wrote sermons on my own\nI'm in church, more worried 'bout the service on my phone\nAnd on Judgement Day, are You gonna write it in my sins?\nCah my nigga, he got cancer, and I'm lyin' to his kids\nGod, I'm tryin', but it hits me in my heart\nI done lost so many niggas that's been with me from the start\nThen I pray for quick change and I ain't even try it fast\nAll I ever did was ask, shattered glass, crucifixes on my chest\nPray to purchase a Patek, for my church, they cut a check\nHow am I tryna pray for Congo with these diamonds on my neck?\nThere's a father and there's a son\nPray that I can show him how to love a woman through his mum\nBecause I never got the chance, and I just want the best\nFor my three little nieces that I carry on my chest\nI'm prayin' for my managers, I'm prayin' for their wives\n'Cause God knows that they're the ones that sacrifice their lives\nI would've said their names, but God, you know who I mean\nI'm prayin' for my brothers, God, protect us on the streets\nI had the steak at Carbone and didn't pray before I eat\nIt's like I call You when I need You, and I don't, we don't speak\nGround rules for my niggas found schools back at Lambeth Town Hall\nI helped him pray, but didn't know that it was on my downfall\nSo when I'm ice cold\n\nWhen no blood is in my veins, numbers on my days\nWill I say I love this life of rain?\nI'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\nI'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\n\nMy mum used to creep in my room and put oil and a cross on my head\nAnoint me and probably read a verse like Psalm 23\n\"The Lord is my shepherd\", and maybe Matthew 4\n\"The word is my weapon tonight\"\nIf I can't pray for peace, then I just pray we win the war\nIt's been twenty-six years, I don't know what I'm fightin' for\nWell, maybe it's a place to fill your everlastin' light\nIn a world where kids that die get a second chance at life\nChrist, I don't know what to say to You\nI pray to You, forgive me for the days I had a reason to\nAnd I ain't had faith in You\nYou did it for the sake of me and how I've forsaken You\nI prayed for new shoes and I used them to walk away from You\nMade it out with drugs, swapped the pen for the needles\nAnd I just found a different way to poison my people\nYou could say it's testimony that I'm tellin' them my story\nBut how we sellin' them the Devil, still givin' God the glory?\nCan I pray?\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Admittance is the key to start the healin' right\n[00:05.31] But I didn't wanna eat that humble pie, no, I\n\n[00:09.27] Father God, forgive me\n[00:12.46] It's been a couple years, there may be more that I ain't prayed\n[00:14.71] Even longer I ain't been to church, God, I'm ashamed\n[00:17.39] Embarrassed of my ways, but still, I'm askin' for Your grace\n[00:20.03] Feel like I been led astray\n[00:21.75] By the drinkin' and the spirits I let take me when I ride\n[00:24.03] And the ladies in the night\n[00:26.03] Most people, they got demons, I got angels that I fight\n[00:27.87] Tryna save you from my plight\n[00:29.43] I pray I make it to thе light\n[00:30.59] South London where we liе\n[00:32.07] Abdullah died at sixteen, and I still feel that same rage\n[00:34.63] Cah we all gettin' older and he still the same age\n[00:37.31] It's his twenty-seventh birthday, in his pic, he's fourteen\n[00:39.95] Back when we would all dream\n[00:41.47] There's Stephanie, she lived at fourteen\n[00:44.23] And he lived at number seventeen, and I was number twelve\n[00:46.67] When I used to think that if I'd skip church, I go to Hell\n[00:49.31] So when they ask about grief and how it feels, I know it well\n[00:52.23] I missed his tenth anniversary in 2024\n[00:54.63] I know the value of this picture, we ain't gettin' any more\n[00:57.31] Then I go, and I get angry, God, like, \"Why'd you take him for?\"\n[01:00.07] He was just a baby\n[01:01.39] All these emotions that I'm feelin', it's the strength I pray for\n[01:04.15] God, for anyone that's with us that can vouch I pray for\n[01:06.79] Pray that I feel less lonely in this house I prayed for\n[01:09.59] I pray that\n\n[01:12.76] Yeah\n[01:14.80] With this cross that you bear on me\n[01:16.88] Can you look after my mum? She probably used her last prayer on me\n[01:20.08] Can't let the Devil in, there's repentance in the Bible, God, remind my ex of this\n[01:23.16] Feel like we was meant for this, move mountains and boulders\n[01:27.12] We at them ages where our parents gettin' older, may they never need a shoulder\n[01:30.00] I done shit I can't condone, wrote sermons on my own\n[01:33.76] I'm in church, more worried 'bout the service on my phone\n[01:36.56] And on Judgement Day, are You gonna write it in my sins?\n[01:39.20] Cah my nigga, he got cancer, and I'm lyin' to his kids\n[01:41.84] God, I'm tryin', but it hits me in my heart\n[01:43.80] I done lost so many niggas that's been with me from the start\n[01:46.40] Then I pray for quick change and I ain't even try it fast\n[01:49.16] All I ever did was ask, shattered glass, crucifixes on my chest\n[01:52.44] Pray to purchase a Patek, for my church, they cut a check\n[01:55.20] How am I tryna pray for Congo with these diamonds on my 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rain?\n[02:35.40] I'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\n[02:37.80] I'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\n\n[02:41.44] My mum used to creep in my room and put oil and a cross on my head\n[02:44.32] Anoint me and probably read a verse like Psalm 23\n[02:46.60] \"The Lord is my shepherd\", and maybe Matthew 4\n[02:49.16] \"The word is my weapon tonight\"\n[02:51.24] If I can't pray for peace, then I just pray we win the war\n[02:53.52] It's been twenty-six years, I don't know what I'm fightin' for\n[02:56.24] Well, maybe it's a place to fill your everlastin' light\n[02:58.68] In a world where kids that die get a second chance at life\n[03:01.44] Christ, I don't know what to say to You\n[03:04.04] I pray to You, forgive me for the days I had a reason to\n[03:06.52] And I ain't had faith in You\n[03:08.12] You did it for the sake of me and how I've forsaken You\n[03:10.36] I prayed for new shoes and I used them to walk away from You\n[03:13.08] Made it out 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She probably used her last prayer on me\n  Can't let the Devil in, there's repentance in the Bible, God, remind my ex of this\n  Feel like we was meant for this, move mountains and boulders\n  We at them ages where our parents gettin' older, may they never need a shoulder\n  I done shit I can't condone, wrote sermons on my own\n  I'm in church, more worried 'bout the service on my phone\n  And on Judgement Day, are You gonna write it in my sins?\n  Cah my nigga, he got cancer, and I'm lyin' to his kids\n  God, I'm tryin', but it hits me in my heart\n  I done lost so many niggas that's been with me from the start\n  Then I pray for quick change and I ain't even try it fast\n  All I ever did was ask, shattered glass, crucifixes on my chest\n  Pray to purchase a Patek, for my church, they cut a check\n  How am I tryna pray for Congo with these diamonds on my neck?\n  There's a father and there's a son\n  Pray that I can show him how to love a woman through his mum\n  Because I never got the chance, and I just want the best\n  For my three little nieces that I carry on my chest\n  I'm prayin' for my managers, I'm prayin' for their wives\n  'Cause God knows that they're the ones that sacrifice their lives\n  I would've said their names, but God, you know who I mean\n  I'm prayin' for my brothers, God, protect us on the streets\n  I had the steak at Carbone and didn't pray before I eat\n  It's like I call You when I need You, and I don't, we don't speak\n  Ground rules for my niggas found schools back at Lambeth Town Hall\n  I helped him pray, but didn't know that it was on my downfall\n  So when I'm ice cold\n\n  When no blood is in my veins, numbers on my days\n  Will I say I love this life of rain?\n  I'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\n  I'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\n\n  My mum used to creep in my room and put oil and a cross on my head\n  Anoint me and probably read a verse like Psalm 23\n  \"The Lord is my shepherd\", and maybe Matthew 4\n  \"The word is my weapon tonight\"\n  If I can't pray for peace, then I just pray we win the war\n  It's been twenty-six years, I don't know what I'm fightin' for\n  Well, maybe it's a place to fill your everlastin' light\n  In a world where kids that die get a second chance at life\n  Christ, I don't know what to say to You\n  I pray to You, forgive me for the days I had a reason to\n  And I ain't had faith in You\n  You did it for the sake of me and how I've forsaken You\n  I prayed for new shoes and I used them to walk away from You\n  Made it out with drugs, swapped the pen for the needles\n  And I just found a different way to poison my people\n  You could say it's testimony that I'm tellin' them my story\n  But how we sellin' them the Devil, still givin' God the glory?\n  Can I pray?\n"},{"id":34446663,"name":"175 Months","trackName":"175 Months","artistName":"Dave (403)","albumName":"The Boy Who Played The Harp","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Admittance is the key to start the healin' right\nBut I didn't wanna eat that humble pie, no, I\n\nFather God, forgive me\nIt's been a couple years, there may be more that I ain't prayed\nEven longer I ain't been to church, God, I'm ashamed\nEmbarrassed of my ways, but still, I'm asking for Your grace\nFeel like I been led astray\nBy the drinkin' and the spirits I let take me when I ride\nAnd the ladies in the night\nMost people, they got demons, I got angels that I fight\nTryna save you from my pli', I pray I make it to the light\n\nSouth London where we lie\nAbdullah died at 16, and I still feel that same rage\nCah we all gettin' older, and he still the same age\nIt's his 27th birthday, and in his pic, he's 14\nBack when we would all dream\nThere's Stephanie, she left at 14\nAnd he lived at number 17, and I was number 12\nWhen I used to think that if I'd skip church, I go to Hell\nSo when they ask about grief and how it feels, I know it well\n\nI missed his tenth anniversary in 2024\nI know the value of this picture, we ain't gettin' anymore\nThen I go, and I get angry, God, like, \"Why'd you take him for?\" He was just a baby\nAll these emotions that I'm feelin', it's the strength I pray for\nGod, for anyone that's with us that can vouch I pray for\nPray that I feel less lonely in this house I prayed for\nI pray that\n\nYeah, with this cross that you bear on me\nCan you look after my mum? 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She probably used her last prayer on me\n  Can't let the Devil in, there's repentance in the Bible, God, remind my ex of this\n  Feel like we was meant for this, move mountains and boulders\n  We had it made, our parents getting older, may they never need a shoulder\n  I done shit I can't condone, real sermons on my own\n  I'm in church, more worried 'bout the service on my phone\n  And on Judgment Day, are You gonna write it in my sins?\n\n  Cah my nigga, he got cancer, and I'm lyin' to his kids\n  God, I'm tryin', but it hits me in my heart\n  I done lost so many niggas that's been with me from the start\n  Then I pray for quick change and I ain't even try it fast\n  All I ever did was ask, shattered glass, crucifixes on my chest\n  Pray to purchase a Patek, for my church, they cut a check\n  How am I tryna pray for Congo with these diamonds on my neck?\n\n  There's a father and there's a son\n  Pray that I can show him how to love a woman through his mum\n  Because I never got the chance, and I just want the best\n  For my three little nieces that I carry on my chest\n  I'm prayin' for my managers, I'm prayin' for their wives\n  'Cause God knows that they're the ones that sacrifice their lives\n  I would've said their names, but God, you know who I mean\n  I'm prayin' for my brothers, God, protect us on the streets\n\n  I had a steak at Carbone, and didn't pray before I eat\n  It's like I call you when I need you, and I don't, we don't speak\n  Ground rules for my niggas found schools back at Lambeth Town Hall\n  I helped him pray, but didn't know it was on my downfall, so when I'm ice-cold\n\n  When no blood is in my veins, numbers on my days\n  Will I say I love this life of rain?\n  I'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\n  I'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\n\n  My mum used to creep in my room and put oil and a cross on my head\n  Anoint me and probably read a verse like Psalm 23\n  \"The Lord is my shepherd\", and maybe Matthew 4\n  \"The word is my weapon tonight\"\n  If I can't pray for peace, then I just pray we win the war\n  It's been 26 years, I don't know what I'm fightin' for\n  Well, maybe it's a place to fill your everlastin' lie\n  In a world where kids that die get a second chance at life\n\n  Christ, I don't know what to say to You\n  I pray to You forgive me for the days I had a reason to\n  And I ain't had faith in You, You did it for the sake of me\n  And how I've forsaken You, I prayed for new\n  Shoes and I used them to walk away from You\n  Made it out with drugs, swapped the pen for the needles\n  And I just found a different way to poison my people\n  You could say it's testimony that I'm tellin' them my story\n  But how we sellin' them the Devil, still giving God the glory? Can I pray?\n\n  Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  Take care of me\n  Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  Can I, can I go on to put the drums on top of both of those, M?\n  But yeah, yeah, it's-\n  Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  Take care of me\n  Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  Take care of me\n  Ooh\n"},{"id":35645888,"name":"175 Months","trackName":"175 Months","artistName":"Dave & Tems","albumName":"The Boy Who Played the Harp","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Admittance is the key to start the healin' right\nBut I didn't wanna eat that humble pie, no, I\n\nFather God, forgive me\nIt's been a couple years, there may be more that I ain't prayed\nEven longer I ain't been to church, God, I'm ashamed\nEmbarrassed of my ways, but still, I'm asking for Your grace\nFeel like I been led astray\nBy the drinkin' and the spirits I let take me when I ride\nAnd the ladies in the night\nMost people, they got demons, I got angels that I fight\nTryna save you from my pli', I pray I make it to the light\n\nSouth London where we lie\nAbdullah died at 16, and I still feel that same rage\nCah we all gettin' older, and he still the same age\nIt's his 27th birthday, and in his pic, he's 14\nBack when we would all dream\nThere's Stephanie, she left at 14\nAnd he lived at number 17, and I was number 12\nWhen I used to think that if I'd skip church, I go to Hell\nSo when they ask about grief and how it feels, I know it well\n\nI missed his tenth anniversary in 2024\nI know the value of this picture, we ain't gettin' anymore\nThen I go, and I get angry, God, like, \"Why'd you take him for?\" He was just a baby\nAll these emotions that I'm feelin', it's the strength I pray for\nGod, for anyone that's with us that can vouch I pray for\nPray that I feel less lonely in this house I prayed for\nI pray that\n\nYeah, with this cross that you bear on me\nCan you look after my mum? She probably used her last prayer on me\nCan't let the Devil in, there's repentance in the Bible, God, remind my ex of this\nFeel like we was meant for this, move mountains and boulders\nWe had it made, our parents getting older, may they never need a shoulder\nI done shit I can't condone, real sermons on my own\nI'm in church, more worried 'bout the service on my phone\nAnd on Judgment Day, are You gonna write it in my sins?\n\nCah my nigga, he got cancer, and I'm lyin' to his kids\nGod, I'm tryin', but it hits me in my heart\nI done lost so many niggas that's been with me from the start\nThen I pray for quick change and I ain't even try it fast\nAll I ever did was ask, shattered glass, crucifixes on my chest\nPray to purchase a Patek, for my church, they cut a check\nHow am I tryna pray for Congo with these diamonds on my neck?\n\nThere's a father and there's a son\nPray that I can show him how to love a woman through his mum\nBecause I never got the chance, and I just want the best\nFor my three little nieces that I carry on my chest\nI'm prayin' for my managers, I'm prayin' for their wives\n'Cause God knows that they're the ones that sacrifice their lives\nI would've said their names, but God, you know who I mean\nI'm prayin' for my brothers, God, protect us on the streets\n\nI had a steak at Carbone, and didn't pray before I eat\nIt's like I call you when I need you, and I don't, we don't speak\nGround rules for my niggas found schools back at Lambeth Town Hall\nI helped him pray, but didn't know it was on my downfall, so when I'm ice-cold\n\nWhen no blood is in my veins, numbers on my days\nWill I say I love this life of rain?\nI'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\nI'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\n\nMy mum used to creep in my room and put oil and a cross on my head\nAnoint me and probably read a verse like Psalm 23\n\"The Lord is my shepherd\", and maybe Matthew 4\n\"The word is my weapon tonight\"\nIf I can't pray for peace, then I just pray we win the war\nIt's been 26 years, I don't know what I'm fightin' for\nWell, maybe it's a place to fill your everlastin' lie\nIn a world where kids that die get a second chance at life\n\nChrist, I don't know what to say to You\nI pray to You forgive me for the days I had a reason to\nAnd I ain't had faith in You, You did it for the sake of me\nAnd how I've forsaken You, I prayed for new\nShoes and I used them to walk away from You\nMade it out with drugs, swapped the pen for the needles\nAnd I just found a different way to poison my people\nYou could say it's testimony that I'm tellin' them my story\nBut how we sellin' them the Devil, still giving God the glory? 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She probably used her last prayer on me\nCan't let the Devil in, there's repentance in the Bible, God, remind my ex of this\nFeel like we was meant for this, move mountains and boulders\nWe had it made, our parents getting older, may they never need a shoulder\nI done shit I can't condone, real sermons on my own\nI'm in church, more worried 'bout the service on my phone\nAnd on Judgment Day, are You gonna write it in my sins?\n\nCah my nigga, he got cancer, and I'm lyin' to his kids\nGod, I'm tryin', but it hits me in my heart\nI done lost so many niggas that's been with me from the start\nThen I pray for quick change and I ain't even try it fast\nAll I ever did was ask, shattered glass, crucifixes on my chest\nPray to purchase a Patek, for my church, they cut a check\nHow am I tryna pray for Congo with these diamonds on my neck?\n\nThere's a father and there's a son\nPray that I can show him how to love a woman through his mum\nBecause I never got the chance, and I just want the best\nFor my three little nieces that I carry on my chest\nI'm prayin' for my managers, I'm prayin' for their wives\n'Cause God knows that they're the ones that sacrifice their lives\nI would've said their names, but God, you know who I mean\nI'm prayin' for my brothers, God, protect us on the streets\n\nI had a steak at Carbone, and didn't pray before I eat\nIt's like I call you when I need you, and I don't, we don't speak\nGround rules for my niggas found schools back at Lambeth Town Hall\nI helped him pray, but didn't know it was on my downfall, so when I'm ice-cold\n\nWhen no blood is in my veins, numbers on my days\nWill I say I love this life of rain?\nI'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\nI'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\n\nMy mum used to creep in my room and put oil and a cross on my head\nAnoint me and probably read a verse like Psalm 23\n\"The Lord is my shepherd\", and maybe Matthew 4\n\"The word is my weapon tonight\"\nIf I can't pray for peace, then I just pray we win the war\nIt's been 26 years, I don't know what I'm fightin' for\nWell, maybe it's a place to fill your everlastin' lie\nIn a world where kids that die get a second chance at life\n\nChrist, I don't know what to say to You\nI pray to You forgive me for the days I had a reason to\nAnd I ain't had faith in You, You did it for the sake of me\nAnd how I've forsaken You, I prayed for new\nShoes and I used them to walk away from You\nMade it out with drugs, swapped the pen for the needles\nAnd I just found a different way to poison my people\nYou could say it's testimony that I'm tellin' them my story\nBut how we sellin' them the Devil, still giving God the glory? Can I pray?\n\nOoh, ooh, oh, ooh\nTake care of me\nOoh, ooh, oh, ooh\nCan I, can I go on to put the drums on top of both of those, M?\nBut yeah, yeah, it's-\nOoh, ooh, oh, ooh\nTake care of me\nOoh, ooh, oh, ooh\nTake care of me\nOoh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Admittance is the key to start the healin' right\n[00:05.42] But I didn't wanna eat that humble pie, no, I\n[00:10.61] Father God, forgive me\n[00:11.90] It's been a couple years, there may be more that I ain't prayed\n[00:14.51] Even longer I ain't been to church, God, I'm ashamed\n[00:17.03] Embarrassed of my ways, but still, I'm asking for Your grace\n[00:19.68] Feel like I been led astray\n[00:20.96] By the drinkin' and the spirits I let take me when I ride\n[00:23.62] And the ladies in the night\n[00:24.92] Most people, they got demons, I got angels that I fight\n[00:27.58] Tryna save you from my pli', I pray I make it to the light\n[00:30.30] South London where we lie\n[00:31.51] Abdullah died at 16, and I still feel that same rage\n[00:34.53] Cah we all gettin' older, and he still the same age\n[00:37.17] It's his 27th birthday, and in his pic, he's 14\n[00:39.86] Back when we would all dream\n[00:41.89] There's Stephanie, she left at 14\n[00:43.93] And he lived at number 17, and I was number 12\n[00:46.58] When I used to think that if I'd skip church, I go to Hell\n[00:49.19] So when they ask about grief and how it feels, I know it well\n[00:51.97] I missed his tenth anniversary in 2024\n[00:54.54] I know the value of this picture, we ain't gettin' anymore\n[00:57.23] Then I go, and I get angry, God, like, \"Why'd you take him for?\" He was just a baby\n[01:01.25] All these emotions that I'm feelin', it's the strength I pray for\n[01:04.07] God, for anyone that's with us that can vouch I pray for\n[01:06.56] Pray that I feel less lonely in this house I prayed for\n[01:10.49] I pray that\n[01:13.69] Yeah, with this cross that you bear on me\n[01:16.53] Can you look after my mum? 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She probably used her last prayer on me\n  Can't let the Devil in, there's repentance in the Bible, God, remind my ex of this\n  Feel like we was meant for this, move mountains and boulders\n  We had it made, our parents getting older, may they never need a shoulder\n  I done shit I can't condone, real sermons on my own\n  I'm in church, more worried 'bout the service on my phone\n  And on Judgment Day, are You gonna write it in my sins?\n\n  Cah my nigga, he got cancer, and I'm lyin' to his kids\n  God, I'm tryin', but it hits me in my heart\n  I done lost so many niggas that's been with me from the start\n  Then I pray for quick change and I ain't even try it fast\n  All I ever did was ask, shattered glass, crucifixes on my chest\n  Pray to purchase a Patek, for my church, they cut a check\n  How am I tryna pray for Congo with these diamonds on my neck?\n\n  There's a father and there's a son\n  Pray that I can show him how to love a woman through his mum\n  Because I never got the chance, and I just want the best\n  For my three little nieces that I carry on my chest\n  I'm prayin' for my managers, I'm prayin' for their wives\n  'Cause God knows that they're the ones that sacrifice their lives\n  I would've said their names, but God, you know who I mean\n  I'm prayin' for my brothers, God, protect us on the streets\n\n  I had a steak at Carbone, and didn't pray before I eat\n  It's like I call you when I need you, and I don't, we don't speak\n  Ground rules for my niggas found schools back at Lambeth Town Hall\n  I helped him pray, but didn't know it was on my downfall, so when I'm ice-cold\n\n  When no blood is in my veins, numbers on my days\n  Will I say I love this life of rain?\n  I'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\n  I'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\n\n  My mum used to creep in my room and put oil and a cross on my head\n  Anoint me and probably read a verse like Psalm 23\n  \"The Lord is my shepherd\", and maybe Matthew 4\n  \"The word is my weapon tonight\"\n  If I can't pray for peace, then I just pray we win the war\n  It's been 26 years, I don't know what I'm fightin' for\n  Well, maybe it's a place to fill your everlastin' lie\n  In a world where kids that die get a second chance at life\n\n  Christ, I don't know what to say to You\n  I pray to You forgive me for the days I had a reason to\n  And I ain't had faith in You, You did it for the sake of me\n  And how I've forsaken You, I prayed for new\n  Shoes and I used them to walk away from You\n  Made it out with drugs, swapped the pen for the needles\n  And I just found a different way to poison my people\n  You could say it's testimony that I'm tellin' them my story\n  But how we sellin' them the Devil, still giving God the glory? Can I pray?\n\n  Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  Take care of me\n  Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  Can I, can I go on to put the drums on top of both of those, M?\n  But yeah, yeah, it's-\n  Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  Take care of me\n  Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  Take care of me\n  Ooh\n"},{"id":29635423,"name":"175 Months - SongsLover.com","trackName":"175 Months - SongsLover.com","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"The Boy Who Played the Harp","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Admittance is the key to start the healin' right\nBut I didn't wanna eat that humble pie, no, I\n\nFather God, forgive me\nIt's been a couple years, there may be more that I ain't prayed\nEven longer I ain't been to church, God, I'm ashamed\nEmbarrassed of my ways, but still, I'm asking for Your grace\nFeel like I been led astray\nBy the drinkin' and the spirits I let take me when I ride\nAnd the ladies in the night\nMost people, they got demons, I got angels that I fight\nTryna save you from my pli', I pray I make it to the light\n\nSouth London where we lie\nAbdullah died at 16, and I still feel that same rage\nCah we all gettin' older, and he still the same age\nIt's his 27th birthday, and in his pic, he's 14\nBack when we would all dream\nThere's Stephanie, she left at 14\nAnd he lived at number 17, and I was number 12\nWhen I used to think that if I'd skip church, I go to Hell\nSo when they ask about grief and how it feels, I know it well\n\nI missed his tenth anniversary in 2024\nI know the value of this picture, we ain't gettin' anymore\nThen I go, and I get angry, God, like, \"Why'd you take him for?\" He was just a baby\nAll these emotions that I'm feelin', it's the strength I pray for\nGod, for anyone that's with us that can vouch I pray for\nPray that I feel less lonely in this house I prayed for\nI pray that\n\nYeah, with this cross that you bear on me\nCan you look after my mum? She probably used her last prayer on me\nCan't let the Devil in, there's repentance in the Bible, God, remind my ex of this\nFeel like we was meant for this, move mountains and boulders\nWe had it made, our parents getting older, may they never need a shoulder\nI done shit I can't condone, real sermons on my own\nI'm in church, more worried 'bout the service on my phone\nAnd on Judgment Day, are You gonna write it in my sins?\n\nCah my nigga, he got cancer, and I'm lyin' to his kids\nGod, I'm tryin', but it hits me in my heart\nI done lost so many niggas that's been with me from the start\nThen I pray for quick change and I ain't even try it fast\nAll I ever did was ask, shattered glass, crucifixes on my chest\nPray to purchase a Patek, for my church, they cut a check\nHow am I tryna pray for Congo with these diamonds on my neck?\n\nThere's a father and there's a son\nPray that I can show him how to love a woman through his mum\nBecause I never got the chance, and I just want the best\nFor my three little nieces that I carry on my chest\nI'm prayin' for my managers, I'm prayin' for their wives\n'Cause God knows that they're the ones that sacrifice their lives\nI would've said their names, but God, you know who I mean\nI'm prayin' for my brothers, God, protect us on the streets\n\nI had a steak at Carbone, and didn't pray before I eat\nIt's like I call you when I need you, and I don't, we don't speak\nGround rules for my niggas found schools back at Lambeth Town Hall\nI helped him pray, but didn't know it was on my downfall, so when I'm ice-cold\n\nWhen no blood is in my veins, numbers on my days\nWill I say I love this life of rain?\nI'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\nI'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\n\nMy mum used to creep in my room and put oil and a cross on my head\nAnoint me and probably read a verse like Psalm 23\n\"The Lord is my shepherd\", and maybe Matthew 4\n\"The word is my weapon tonight\"\nIf I can't pray for peace, then I just pray we win the war\nIt's been 26 years, I don't know what I'm fightin' for\nWell, maybe it's a place to fill your everlastin' lie\nIn a world where kids that die get a second chance at life\n\nChrist, I don't know what to say to You\nI pray to You forgive me for the days I had a reason to\nAnd I ain't had faith in You, You did it for the sake of me\nAnd how I've forsaken You, I prayed for new\nShoes and I used them to walk away from You\nMade it out with drugs, swapped the pen for the needles\nAnd I just found a different way to poison my people\nYou could say it's testimony that I'm tellin' them my story\nBut how we sellin' them the Devil, still giving God the glory? Can I pray?\n\nOoh, ooh, oh, ooh\nTake care of me\nOoh, ooh, oh, ooh\nCan I, can I go on to put the drums on top of both of those, M?\nBut yeah, yeah, it's-\nOoh, ooh, oh, ooh\nTake care of me\nOoh, ooh, oh, ooh\nTake care of me\nOoh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Admittance is the key to start the healin' right\n[00:05.42] But I didn't wanna eat that humble pie, no, I\n[00:10.61] Father God, forgive me\n[00:11.90] It's been a couple years, there may be more that I ain't prayed\n[00:14.51] Even longer I ain't been to church, God, I'm ashamed\n[00:17.03] Embarrassed of my ways, but still, I'm asking for Your grace\n[00:19.68] Feel like I been led astray\n[00:20.96] By the drinkin' and the spirits I let take me when I ride\n[00:23.62] And the ladies in the night\n[00:24.92] Most people, they got demons, I got angels that I fight\n[00:27.58] Tryna save you from my pli', I pray I make it to the light\n[00:30.30] South London where we lie\n[00:31.51] Abdullah died at 16, and I still feel that same rage\n[00:34.53] Cah we all gettin' older, and he still the same age\n[00:37.17] It's his 27th birthday, and in his pic, he's 14\n[00:39.86] Back when we would all dream\n[00:41.89] There's Stephanie, she left at 14\n[00:43.93] And he lived at number 17, and I was number 12\n[00:46.58] When I used to think that if I'd skip church, I go to Hell\n[00:49.19] So when they ask about grief and how it feels, I know it well\n[00:51.97] I missed his tenth anniversary in 2024\n[00:54.54] I know the value of this picture, we ain't gettin' anymore\n[00:57.23] Then I go, and I get angry, God, like, \"Why'd you take him for?\" He was just a baby\n[01:01.25] All these emotions that I'm feelin', it's the strength I pray for\n[01:04.07] God, for anyone that's with us that can vouch I pray for\n[01:06.56] Pray that I feel less lonely in this house I prayed for\n[01:10.49] I pray that\n[01:13.69] Yeah, with this cross that you bear on me\n[01:16.53] Can you look after my mum? 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Can I pray?\n[03:23.93] Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n[03:29.88] Take care of me\n[03:33.48] Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n[03:39.70] Can I, can I go on to put the drums on top of both of those, M?\n[03:42.74] But yeah, yeah, it's-\n[03:44.51] Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n[03:51.27] Take care of me\n[03:54.57] Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n[04:02.28] Take care of me\n[04:05.27] Ooh\n[04:06.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 175 Months - SongsLover.com\n  artist: Dave\n  album: The Boy Who Played the Harp\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Admittance is the key to start the healin' right\n  start_ms: 130\n  end_ms: 5420\n- text: But I didn't wanna eat that humble pie, no, I\n  start_ms: 5420\n  end_ms: 10610\n- text: Father God, forgive me\n  start_ms: 10610\n  end_ms: 11900\n- text: It's been a couple years, there may be more that I ain't prayed\n  start_ms: 11900\n  end_ms: 14510\n- text: Even longer I ain't been to church, God, I'm ashamed\n  start_ms: 14510\n  end_ms: 17030\n- text: Embarrassed of my ways, but still, I'm asking for Your grace\n  start_ms: 17030\n  end_ms: 19680\n- text: Feel like I been led astray\n  start_ms: 19680\n  end_ms: 20960\n- text: By the drinkin' and the spirits I let take me when I ride\n  start_ms: 20960\n  end_ms: 23620\n- text: And the ladies in the night\n  start_ms: 23620\n  end_ms: 24920\n- text: Most people, they got demons, I got angels that I fight\n  start_ms: 24920\n  end_ms: 27580\n- text: Tryna save you from my pli', I pray I make it to the light\n  start_ms: 27580\n  end_ms: 30300\n- text: South London where we lie\n  start_ms: 30300\n  end_ms: 31510\n- text: Abdullah died at 16, and I still feel that same rage\n  start_ms: 31510\n  end_ms: 34530\n- text: Cah we all gettin' older, and he still the same age\n  start_ms: 34530\n  end_ms: 37170\n- text: It's his 27th birthday, and in his pic, he's 14\n  start_ms: 37170\n  end_ms: 39860\n- text: Back when we would all dream\n  start_ms: 39860\n  end_ms: 41890\n- text: There's Stephanie, she left at 14\n  start_ms: 41890\n  end_ms: 43930\n- text: And he lived at number 17, and I was number 12\n  start_ms: 43930\n  end_ms: 46580\n- text: When I used to think that if I'd skip church, I go to Hell\n  start_ms: 46580\n  end_ms: 49190\n- text: So when they ask about grief and how it feels, I know it well\n  start_ms: 49190\n  end_ms: 51970\n- text: I missed his tenth anniversary in 2024\n  start_ms: 51970\n  end_ms: 54540\n- text: I know the value of this picture, we ain't gettin' anymore\n  start_ms: 54540\n  end_ms: 57230\n- text: Then I go, and I get angry, God, like, \"Why'd you take him for?\" He was just a baby\n  start_ms: 57230\n  end_ms: 61250\n- text: All these emotions that I'm feelin', it's the strength I pray for\n  start_ms: 61250\n  end_ms: 64070\n- text: God, for anyone that's with us that can vouch I pray for\n  start_ms: 64070\n  end_ms: 66560\n- text: Pray that I feel less lonely in this house I prayed for\n  start_ms: 66560\n  end_ms: 70490\n- text: I pray that\n  start_ms: 70490\n  end_ms: 73690\n- text: Yeah, with this cross that you bear on me\n  start_ms: 73690\n  end_ms: 76530\n- text: Can you look after my mum? 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Can I pray?\n  start_ms: 200640\n  end_ms: 203930\n- text: Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  start_ms: 203930\n  end_ms: 209880\n- text: Take care of me\n  start_ms: 209880\n  end_ms: 213480\n- text: Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  start_ms: 213480\n  end_ms: 219700\n- text: Can I, can I go on to put the drums on top of both of those, M?\n  start_ms: 219700\n  end_ms: 222740\n- text: But yeah, yeah, it's-\n  start_ms: 222740\n  end_ms: 224510\n- text: Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  start_ms: 224510\n  end_ms: 231270\n- text: Take care of me\n  start_ms: 231270\n  end_ms: 234570\n- text: Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  start_ms: 234570\n  end_ms: 242280\n- text: Take care of me\n  start_ms: 242280\n  end_ms: 245270\n- text: Ooh\n  start_ms: 245270\n  end_ms: 246130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 246130\nplain: |-\n  Admittance is the key to start the healin' right\n  But I didn't wanna eat that humble pie, no, I\n\n  Father God, forgive me\n  It's been a couple years, there may be more that I ain't prayed\n  Even longer I ain't been to church, God, I'm ashamed\n  Embarrassed of my ways, but still, I'm asking for Your grace\n  Feel like I been led astray\n  By the drinkin' and the spirits I let take me when I ride\n  And the ladies in the night\n  Most people, they got demons, I got angels that I fight\n  Tryna save you from my pli', I pray I make it to the light\n\n  South London where we lie\n  Abdullah died at 16, and I still feel that same rage\n  Cah we all gettin' older, and he still the same age\n  It's his 27th birthday, and in his pic, he's 14\n  Back when we would all dream\n  There's Stephanie, she left at 14\n  And he lived at number 17, and I was number 12\n  When I used to think that if I'd skip church, I go to Hell\n  So when they ask about grief and how it feels, I know it well\n\n  I missed his tenth anniversary in 2024\n  I know the value of this picture, we ain't gettin' anymore\n  Then I go, and I get angry, God, like, \"Why'd you take him for?\" He was just a baby\n  All these emotions that I'm feelin', it's the strength I pray for\n  God, for anyone that's with us that can vouch I pray for\n  Pray that I feel less lonely in this house I prayed for\n  I pray that\n\n  Yeah, with this cross that you bear on me\n  Can you look after my mum? She probably used her last prayer on me\n  Can't let the Devil in, there's repentance in the Bible, God, remind my ex of this\n  Feel like we was meant for this, move mountains and boulders\n  We had it made, our parents getting older, may they never need a shoulder\n  I done shit I can't condone, real sermons on my own\n  I'm in church, more worried 'bout the service on my phone\n  And on Judgment Day, are You gonna write it in my sins?\n\n  Cah my nigga, he got cancer, and I'm lyin' to his kids\n  God, I'm tryin', but it hits me in my heart\n  I done lost so many niggas that's been with me from the start\n  Then I pray for quick change and I ain't even try it fast\n  All I ever did was ask, shattered glass, crucifixes on my chest\n  Pray to purchase a Patek, for my church, they cut a check\n  How am I tryna pray for Congo with these diamonds on my neck?\n\n  There's a father and there's a son\n  Pray that I can show him how to love a woman through his mum\n  Because I never got the chance, and I just want the best\n  For my three little nieces that I carry on my chest\n  I'm prayin' for my managers, I'm prayin' for their wives\n  'Cause God knows that they're the ones that sacrifice their lives\n  I would've said their names, but God, you know who I mean\n  I'm prayin' for my brothers, God, protect us on the streets\n\n  I had a steak at Carbone, and didn't pray before I eat\n  It's like I call you when I need you, and I don't, we don't speak\n  Ground rules for my niggas found schools back at Lambeth Town Hall\n  I helped him pray, but didn't know it was on my downfall, so when I'm ice-cold\n\n  When no blood is in my veins, numbers on my days\n  Will I say I love this life of rain?\n  I'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\n  I'm just prayin' that my purpose can justify my pain\n\n  My mum used to creep in my room and put oil and a cross on my head\n  Anoint me and probably read a verse like Psalm 23\n  \"The Lord is my shepherd\", and maybe Matthew 4\n  \"The word is my weapon tonight\"\n  If I can't pray for peace, then I just pray we win the war\n  It's been 26 years, I don't know what I'm fightin' for\n  Well, maybe it's a place to fill your everlastin' lie\n  In a world where kids that die get a second chance at life\n\n  Christ, I don't know what to say to You\n  I pray to You forgive me for the days I had a reason to\n  And I ain't had faith in You, You did it for the sake of me\n  And how I've forsaken You, I prayed for new\n  Shoes and I used them to walk away from You\n  Made it out with drugs, swapped the pen for the needles\n  And I just found a different way to poison my people\n  You could say it's testimony that I'm tellin' them my story\n  But how we sellin' them the Devil, still giving God the glory? Can I pray?\n\n  Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  Take care of me\n  Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  Can I, can I go on to put the drums on top of both of those, M?\n  But yeah, yeah, it's-\n  Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  Take care of me\n  Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh\n  Take care of me\n  Ooh\n"}]