[{"id":24454487,"name":"Fairchild","trackName":"Fairchild","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"The Boy Who Played the Harp","duration":347.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nShe was twenty-four\nLast week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for\nI mourn the death of her innocence\nI mourn the death of her innocence, let the Henny pour\nSome weeks ago, she was in a cab\nI felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back\nDriver was actin' all forward, I should've drawn the line\nShe wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time\nAll the time, said it happens all the time\nA little conversation, that's just all it is\nAsk couple questions, then he'll call it quits\nHe ain't even have to ask her where she lives\nShe was headed to this venue with a couple friends\nAnd I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends\nShe goin' to this no-phone party\nYou know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't\nI threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak\nAnd when I think about this shit, it cuts deep\nYou see, Tamah, she like my little sis\nSo when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this\n\nI caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off\nBut somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots\nAnd off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head\nI could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise\nBut let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'\nAnd then they feel entitled to more than opinions\nYou know how that goes and man come to the girls like, \"Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit\nAdd me back, innit, fuckin' what?\nWhat you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong?\nWhy you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\nDon't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\nWhy follow her home? Call her a cab or what\nI feel like I seen you before, what, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\nAre you gettin' back to ends?\"\nAnd I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\nShe busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\nBut that's the culture of the club, right?\nAll game's fair\nAnd if she don't like it, why she there?\nThese times, she just wanna go home\nBut she don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\nAnd all her friends are tryna stay\nCah they goin' to somebody's afterparty in a house that's out the way\nAnd then she blacked out\nShe was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\nAnd then she backed out\nWhen I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\nShe said\n\nAt Archway, I got out the car\nIt's quiet and I'm walking up this long hill\nFaint sound, cold chills\nI swear I just heard a familiar voice\nInside of the club, outside of the club\nWas it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\nThink fast, that's my only choice\nHe's comin' up, I hear him runnin' up\nI ran and I trip, I fell and I buckle\nMy belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\nHe's grabbin' my hair, I'm screamin' to stop\nI'm hittin' him hard, it's turnin' him on\nThe burnin' is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\nAcceptin' my fate, his hands on my waist\nI think that I threw my keys in his face\nI ran and he chased\nI stumbled on a group of three that were leavin'\nI ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleedin'\nAnd that's when I called, prayin' that you'd be there recordin'\nThe only person that I know who's up at 3 in the mornin'\nI sound mad\nBut if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feelin'\nOf watchin' what you wear because you're worried 'bout makin' it home\nWalkin' with your phone to your ear and you ain't on the phone\nCan't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\nEveryone's a fucking good guy and they're makin' it known\nBut I'm just makin' it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feelin'\nOf checkin' the child lock, or seein' the AirTag\nA five-minute walk home feelin' like five miles\nMaybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\nThen maybe, fucking hell\nMaybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that flirty cab driver\nAnd guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standin' in their section\nShort-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection\nI knew a girl called\n\nThat was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\nI ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\nBecause so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about—\nAnd he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\nAnd he might even do it cah the system would protect him\nAlgorithm gonna find some people just like him\nThey hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\nHomicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\nSomebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\nHe just went upstairs and got your number from reception\nUsed to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\nTwo weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nWho you even talkin' to?\nWomen hunted down by the people they say report it to\nHonestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\nTry and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\nAs if that's the reason them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\nGod forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\nObjectify you just the way I do in every song\nTamah was never wrong\n\nCan't trust guys, she never lied\nNo menicide, it femicide\nThe catcalls, the long stares\nThe kind words, the lines blurred\nCall her out, impersonate her\nAll know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\nAm I one of them? The men of the past\nWho catcalled or spoke in the bars?\nI'm complicit, no better than you\nI told stories of—, yeah\nCan't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\nYou either part of the solution or part of the problem","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fairchild\n  artist: Dave\n  album: The Boy Who Played the Harp\n  duration_ms: 347000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  She was twenty-four\n  Last week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for\n  I mourn the death of her innocence\n  I mourn the death of her innocence, let the Henny pour\n  Some weeks ago, she was in a cab\n  I felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back\n  Driver was actin' all forward, I should've drawn the line\n  She wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time\n  All the time, said it happens all the time\n  A little conversation, that's just all it is\n  Ask couple questions, then he'll call it quits\n  He ain't even have to ask her where she lives\n  She was headed to this venue with a couple friends\n  And I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends\n  She goin' to this no-phone party\n  You know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't\n  I threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak\n  And when I think about this shit, it cuts deep\n  You see, Tamah, she like my little sis\n  So when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this\n\n  I caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off\n  But somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots\n  And off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head\n  I could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise\n  But let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'\n  And then they feel entitled to more than opinions\n  You know how that goes and man come to the girls like, \"Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit\n  Add me back, innit, fuckin' what?\n  What you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong?\n  Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n  Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n  Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n  I feel like I seen you before, what, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n  Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n  And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n  She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n  But that's the culture of the club, right?\n  All game's fair\n  And if she don't like it, why she there?\n  These times, she just wanna go home\n  But she don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\n  And all her friends are tryna stay\n  Cah they goin' to somebody's afterparty in a house that's out the way\n  And then she blacked out\n  She was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\n  And then she backed out\n  When I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\n  She said\n\n  At Archway, I got out the car\n  It's quiet and I'm walking up this long hill\n  Faint sound, cold chills\n  I swear I just heard a familiar voice\n  Inside of the club, outside of the club\n  Was it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\n  Think fast, that's my only choice\n  He's comin' up, I hear him runnin' up\n  I ran and I trip, I fell and I buckle\n  My belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\n  He's grabbin' my hair, I'm screamin' to stop\n  I'm hittin' him hard, it's turnin' him on\n  The burnin' is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\n  Acceptin' my fate, his hands on my waist\n  I think that I threw my keys in his face\n  I ran and he chased\n  I stumbled on a group of three that were leavin'\n  I ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleedin'\n  And that's when I called, prayin' that you'd be there recordin'\n  The only person that I know who's up at 3 in the mornin'\n  I sound mad\n  But if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feelin'\n  Of watchin' what you wear because you're worried 'bout makin' it home\n  Walkin' with your phone to your ear and you ain't on the phone\n  Can't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\n  Everyone's a fucking good guy and they're makin' it known\n  But I'm just makin' it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feelin'\n  Of checkin' the child lock, or seein' the AirTag\n  A five-minute walk home feelin' like five miles\n  Maybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\n  Then maybe, fucking hell\n  Maybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  It looks like that flirty cab driver\n  And guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standin' in their section\n  Short-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection\n  I knew a girl called\n\n  That was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\n  I ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\n  Because so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  It looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about—\n  And he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\n  And he might even do it cah the system would protect him\n  Algorithm gonna find some people just like him\n  They hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\n  Homicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\n  Somebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\n  He just went upstairs and got your number from reception\n  Used to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\n  Two weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  Who you even talkin' to?\n  Women hunted down by the people they say report it to\n  Honestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\n  Try and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\n  As if that's the reason them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\n  God forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\n  Objectify you just the way I do in every song\n  Tamah was never wrong\n\n  Can't trust guys, she never lied\n  No menicide, it femicide\n  The catcalls, the long stares\n  The kind words, the lines blurred\n  Call her out, impersonate her\n  All know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\n  Am I one of them? The men of the past\n  Who catcalled or spoke in the bars?\n  I'm complicit, no better than you\n  I told stories of—, yeah\n  Can't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\n  You either part of the solution or part of the problem\n"},{"id":36302070,"name":"Fairchild","trackName":"Fairchild","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"The Boy Who Played the Harp","duration":342.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nShe was twenty-four\nLast week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for\nI mourn the death of her innocence\nI mourn the death of her innocence, let the Henny pour\nSome weeks ago, she was in a cab\nI felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back\nDriver was actin' all forward, I should've drawn the line\nShe wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time\nAll the time, said it happens all the time\nA little conversation, that's just all it is\nAsk couple questions, then he'll call it quits\nHe ain't even have to ask her where she lives\nShe was headed to this venue with a couple friends\nAnd I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends\nShe goin' to this no-phone party\nYou know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't\nI threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak\nAnd when I think about this shit, it cuts deep\nYou see, Tamah, she like my little sis\nSo when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this\n\nI caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off\nBut somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots\nAnd off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head\nI could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise\nBut let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'\nAnd then they feel entitled to more than opinions\nYou know how that goes and man come to the girls like, \"Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit\nAdd me back, innit, fuckin' what?\nWhat you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong?\nWhy you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\nDon't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\nWhy follow her home? Call her a cab or what\nI feel like I seen you before, what, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\nAre you gettin' back to ends?\"\nAnd I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\nShe busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\nBut that's the culture of the club, right?\nAll game's fair\nAnd if she don't like it, why she there?\nThese times, she just wanna go home\nBut she don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\nAnd all her friends are tryna stay\nCah they goin' to somebody's afterparty in a house that's out the way\nAnd then she blacked out\nShe was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\nAnd then she backed out\nWhen I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\nShe said\n\nAt Archway, I got out the car\nIt's quiet and I'm walking up this long hill\nFaint sound, cold chills\nI swear I just heard a familiar voice\nInside of the club, outside of the club\nWas it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\nThink fast, that's my only choice\nHe's comin' up, I hear him runnin' up\nI ran and I trip, I fell and I buckle\nMy belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\nHe's grabbin' my hair, I'm screamin' to stop\nI'm hittin' him hard, it's turnin' him on\nThe burnin' is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\nAcceptin' my fate, his hands on my waist\nI think that I threw my keys in his face\nI ran and he chased\nI stumbled on a group of three that were leavin'\nI ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleedin'\nAnd that's when I called, prayin' that you'd be there recordin'\nThe only person that I know who's up at 3 in the mornin'\nI sound mad\nBut if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feelin'\nOf watchin' what you wear because you're worried 'bout makin' it home\nWalkin' with your phone to your ear and you ain't on the phone\nCan't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\nEveryone's a fucking good guy and they're makin' it known\nBut I'm just makin' it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feelin'\nOf checkin' the child lock, or seein' the AirTag\nA five-minute walk home feelin' like five miles\nMaybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\nThen maybe, fucking hell\nMaybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that flirty cab driver\nAnd guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standin' in their section\nShort-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection\nI knew a girl called\n\nThat was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\nI ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\nBecause so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about—\nAnd he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\nAnd he might even do it cah the system would protect him\nAlgorithm gonna find some people just like him\nThey hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\nHomicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\nSomebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\nHe just went upstairs and got your number from reception\nUsed to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\nTwo weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nWho you even talkin' to?\nWomen hunted down by the people they say report it to\nHonestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\nTry and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\nAs if that's the reason them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\nGod forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\nObjectify you just the way I do in every song\nTamah was never wrong\n\nCan't trust guys, she never lied\nNo menicide, it femicide\nThe catcalls, the long stares\nThe kind words, the lines blurred\nCall her out, impersonate her\nAll know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\nAm I one of them? The men of the past\nWho catcalled or spoke in the bars?\nI'm complicit, no better than you\nI told stories of—, yeah\nCan't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\nYou either part of the solution or part of the problem","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fairchild\n  artist: Dave\n  album: The Boy Who Played the Harp\n  duration_ms: 342000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  She was twenty-four\n  Last week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for\n  I mourn the death of her innocence\n  I mourn the death of her innocence, let the Henny pour\n  Some weeks ago, she was in a cab\n  I felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back\n  Driver was actin' all forward, I should've drawn the line\n  She wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time\n  All the time, said it happens all the time\n  A little conversation, that's just all it is\n  Ask couple questions, then he'll call it quits\n  He ain't even have to ask her where she lives\n  She was headed to this venue with a couple friends\n  And I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends\n  She goin' to this no-phone party\n  You know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't\n  I threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak\n  And when I think about this shit, it cuts deep\n  You see, Tamah, she like my little sis\n  So when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this\n\n  I caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off\n  But somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots\n  And off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head\n  I could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise\n  But let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'\n  And then they feel entitled to more than opinions\n  You know how that goes and man come to the girls like, \"Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit\n  Add me back, innit, fuckin' what?\n  What you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong?\n  Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n  Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n  Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n  I feel like I seen you before, what, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n  Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n  And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n  She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n  But that's the culture of the club, right?\n  All game's fair\n  And if she don't like it, why she there?\n  These times, she just wanna go home\n  But she don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\n  And all her friends are tryna stay\n  Cah they goin' to somebody's afterparty in a house that's out the way\n  And then she blacked out\n  She was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\n  And then she backed out\n  When I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\n  She said\n\n  At Archway, I got out the car\n  It's quiet and I'm walking up this long hill\n  Faint sound, cold chills\n  I swear I just heard a familiar voice\n  Inside of the club, outside of the club\n  Was it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\n  Think fast, that's my only choice\n  He's comin' up, I hear him runnin' up\n  I ran and I trip, I fell and I buckle\n  My belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\n  He's grabbin' my hair, I'm screamin' to stop\n  I'm hittin' him hard, it's turnin' him on\n  The burnin' is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\n  Acceptin' my fate, his hands on my waist\n  I think that I threw my keys in his face\n  I ran and he chased\n  I stumbled on a group of three that were leavin'\n  I ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleedin'\n  And that's when I called, prayin' that you'd be there recordin'\n  The only person that I know who's up at 3 in the mornin'\n  I sound mad\n  But if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feelin'\n  Of watchin' what you wear because you're worried 'bout makin' it home\n  Walkin' with your phone to your ear and you ain't on the phone\n  Can't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\n  Everyone's a fucking good guy and they're makin' it known\n  But I'm just makin' it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feelin'\n  Of checkin' the child lock, or seein' the AirTag\n  A five-minute walk home feelin' like five miles\n  Maybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\n  Then maybe, fucking hell\n  Maybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  It looks like that flirty cab driver\n  And guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standin' in their section\n  Short-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection\n  I knew a girl called\n\n  That was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\n  I ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\n  Because so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  It looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about—\n  And he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\n  And he might even do it cah the system would protect him\n  Algorithm gonna find some people just like him\n  They hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\n  Homicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\n  Somebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\n  He just went upstairs and got your number from reception\n  Used to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\n  Two weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  Who you even talkin' to?\n  Women hunted down by the people they say report it to\n  Honestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\n  Try and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\n  As if that's the reason them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\n  God forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\n  Objectify you just the way I do in every song\n  Tamah was never wrong\n\n  Can't trust guys, she never lied\n  No menicide, it femicide\n  The catcalls, the long stares\n  The kind words, the lines blurred\n  Call her out, impersonate her\n  All know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\n  Am I one of them? The men of the past\n  Who catcalled or spoke in the bars?\n  I'm complicit, no better than you\n  I told stories of—, yeah\n  Can't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\n  You either part of the solution or part of the problem\n"},{"id":37822938,"name":"Fairchild","trackName":"Fairchild","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"Nicole Blakk","duration":347.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nShe was twenty-four\nLast week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for\nI mourn the death of her innocence\nI mourn the death of her innocence, let the Henny pour\nSome weeks ago, she was in a cab\nI felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back\nDriver was actin' all forward, I should've drawn the line\nShe wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time\nAll the time, said it happens all the time\nA little conversation, that's just all it is\nAsk couple questions, then he'll call it quits\nHe ain't even have to ask her where she lives\nShe was headed to this venue with a couple friends\nAnd I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends\nShe goin' to this no-phone party\nYou know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't\nI threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak\nAnd when I think about this shit, it cuts deep\nYou see, Tamah, she like my little sis\nSo when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this\n\nI caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off\nBut somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots\nAnd off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head\nI could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise\nBut let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'\nAnd then they feel entitled to more than opinions\nYou know how that goes and man come to the girls like, \"Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit\nAdd me back, innit, fuckin' what?\nWhat you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong?\nWhy you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\nDon't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\nWhy follow her home? Call her a cab or what\nI feel like I seen you before, what, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\nAre you gettin' back to ends?\"\nAnd I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\nShe busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\nBut that's the culture of the club, right?\nAll game's fair\nAnd if she don't like it, why she there?\nThese times, she just wanna go home\nBut she don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\nAnd all her friends are tryna stay\nCah they goin' to somebody's afterparty in a house that's out the way\nAnd then she blacked out\nShe was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\nAnd then she backed out\nWhen I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\nShe said\n\nAt Archway, I got out the car\nIt's quiet and I'm walking up this long hill\nFaint sound, cold chills\nI swear I just heard a familiar voice\nInside of the club, outside of the club\nWas it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\nThink fast, that's my only choice\nHe's comin' up, I hear him runnin' up\nI ran and I trip, I fell and I buckle\nMy belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\nHe's grabbin' my hair, I'm screamin' to stop\nI'm hittin' him hard, it's turnin' him on\nThe burnin' is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\nAcceptin' my fate, his hands on my waist\nI think that I threw my keys in his face\nI ran and he chased\nI stumbled on a group of three that were leavin'\nI ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleedin'\nAnd that's when I called, prayin' that you'd be there recordin'\nThe only person that I know who's up at 3 in the mornin'\nI sound mad\nBut if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feelin'\nOf watchin' what you wear because you're worried 'bout makin' it home\nWalkin' with your phone to your ear and you ain't on the phone\nCan't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\nEveryone's a fucking good guy and they're makin' it known\nBut I'm just makin' it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feelin'\nOf checkin' the child lock, or seein' the AirTag\nA five-minute walk home feelin' like five miles\nMaybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\nThen maybe, fucking hell\nMaybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that flirty cab driver\nAnd guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standin' in their section\nShort-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection\nI knew a girl called\n\nThat was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\nI ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\nBecause so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about—\nAnd he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\nAnd he might even do it cah the system would protect him\nAlgorithm gonna find some people just like him\nThey hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\nHomicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\nSomebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\nHe just went upstairs and got your number from reception\nUsed to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\nTwo weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nWho you even talkin' to?\nWomen hunted down by the people they say report it to\nHonestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\nTry and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\nAs if that's the reason them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\nGod forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\nObjectify you just the way I do in every song\nTamah was never wrong\n\nCan't trust guys, she never lied\nNo menicide, it femicide\nThe catcalls, the long stares\nThe kind words, the lines blurred\nCall her out, impersonate her\nAll know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\nAm I one of them? The men of the past\nWho catcalled or spoke in the bars?\nI'm complicit, no better than you\nI told stories of—, yeah\nCan't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\nYou either part of the solution or part of the problem","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fairchild\n  artist: Dave\n  album: Nicole Blakk\n  duration_ms: 347000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  She was twenty-four\n  Last week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for\n  I mourn the death of her innocence\n  I mourn the death of her innocence, let the Henny pour\n  Some weeks ago, she was in a cab\n  I felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back\n  Driver was actin' all forward, I should've drawn the line\n  She wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time\n  All the time, said it happens all the time\n  A little conversation, that's just all it is\n  Ask couple questions, then he'll call it quits\n  He ain't even have to ask her where she lives\n  She was headed to this venue with a couple friends\n  And I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends\n  She goin' to this no-phone party\n  You know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't\n  I threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak\n  And when I think about this shit, it cuts deep\n  You see, Tamah, she like my little sis\n  So when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this\n\n  I caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off\n  But somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots\n  And off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head\n  I could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise\n  But let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'\n  And then they feel entitled to more than opinions\n  You know how that goes and man come to the girls like, \"Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit\n  Add me back, innit, fuckin' what?\n  What you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong?\n  Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n  Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n  Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n  I feel like I seen you before, what, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n  Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n  And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n  She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n  But that's the culture of the club, right?\n  All game's fair\n  And if she don't like it, why she there?\n  These times, she just wanna go home\n  But she don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\n  And all her friends are tryna stay\n  Cah they goin' to somebody's afterparty in a house that's out the way\n  And then she blacked out\n  She was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\n  And then she backed out\n  When I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\n  She said\n\n  At Archway, I got out the car\n  It's quiet and I'm walking up this long hill\n  Faint sound, cold chills\n  I swear I just heard a familiar voice\n  Inside of the club, outside of the club\n  Was it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\n  Think fast, that's my only choice\n  He's comin' up, I hear him runnin' up\n  I ran and I trip, I fell and I buckle\n  My belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\n  He's grabbin' my hair, I'm screamin' to stop\n  I'm hittin' him hard, it's turnin' him on\n  The burnin' is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\n  Acceptin' my fate, his hands on my waist\n  I think that I threw my keys in his face\n  I ran and he chased\n  I stumbled on a group of three that were leavin'\n  I ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleedin'\n  And that's when I called, prayin' that you'd be there recordin'\n  The only person that I know who's up at 3 in the mornin'\n  I sound mad\n  But if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feelin'\n  Of watchin' what you wear because you're worried 'bout makin' it home\n  Walkin' with your phone to your ear and you ain't on the phone\n  Can't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\n  Everyone's a fucking good guy and they're makin' it known\n  But I'm just makin' it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feelin'\n  Of checkin' the child lock, or seein' the AirTag\n  A five-minute walk home feelin' like five miles\n  Maybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\n  Then maybe, fucking hell\n  Maybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  It looks like that flirty cab driver\n  And guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standin' in their section\n  Short-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection\n  I knew a girl called\n\n  That was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\n  I ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\n  Because so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  It looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about—\n  And he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\n  And he might even do it cah the system would protect him\n  Algorithm gonna find some people just like him\n  They hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\n  Homicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\n  Somebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\n  He just went upstairs and got your number from reception\n  Used to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\n  Two weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  Who you even talkin' to?\n  Women hunted down by the people they say report it to\n  Honestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\n  Try and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\n  As if that's the reason them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\n  God forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\n  Objectify you just the way I do in every song\n  Tamah was never wrong\n\n  Can't trust guys, she never lied\n  No menicide, it femicide\n  The catcalls, the long stares\n  The kind words, the lines blurred\n  Call her out, impersonate her\n  All know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\n  Am I one of them? The men of the past\n  Who catcalled or spoke in the bars?\n  I'm complicit, no better than you\n  I told stories of—, yeah\n  Can't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\n  You either part of the solution or part of the problem\n"},{"id":34446696,"name":"Fairchild","trackName":"Fairchild","artistName":"Dave (403)","albumName":"The Boy Who Played The Harp","duration":346.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nShe was 24\nLast week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for\nI ain't mournin' death of her innocence\nI ain't mournin' death of her innocence, let the Henny pour\nSome weeks ago, she was in a cab\nI felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back\nDriver was actin' all forward, I should have drawn the line\nShe wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time\n\nAll the time, said it happens all the time\nA little conversation, that's just all it is\nAsk couple questions, then he'll call it quits\nHe ain't even have to ask her where she lives\nShe was headed to this venue with a couple friends\nAnd I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends\nShe goin' to this no-phone party\nYou know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't\n\nI threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak\nAnd when I think about this shit, it cuts deep\nYou see, Tamah, she like my little sis'\nSo when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this\n\nI caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off\nBut somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots\nAnd off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head\nI could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise\nBut let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'\nAnd then they feel entitled to more than opinions\nYou know how that goes and man come to the girls like, \"Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit\nAdd me back, innit, fuckin' what?\n\nWhat you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong?\nWhy you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\nDon't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\nWhy follow her home? Call her a cab or what\nI feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\nAre you gettin' back to ends?\"\nAnd I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\nShe busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\nBut that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\nAnd if she don't like it, why she there?\n\nThis times, she just wanna go home\nShe don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\nAnd all her friends are tryna stay\n'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\nAnd then she blacked out\nShe was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\nAnd then she backed out\nWhen I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\nShe said\n\nAt Archway, I got out the car\nIt's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\nFaint sound, cold chills\nI swear I just heard a familiar voice\nInside of the club, outside of the club\nWas it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\nThink fast, that's my only choice\nHe's coming up, I hear him running up\n\nI ran, and I trip, I fell and I buckle\nMy belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\nHe's grabbing my hair, I'm screaming to stop\nI'm hitting him hard, it's turning him on\nThe burning is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\nAccepting my fate, his hands on my waist\nI think that I threw my keys in his face\nI ran and he chased\n\nI stumbled on a group of three that were leaving\nI ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleeding\nAnd that's when I called, praying that you'd be there recording\nThe only person that I know who's up at three in the morning\nI sound mad\nBut if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\nOf watching what you wear because you're worried 'bout making it home\nWalking with your phone to your ear, and you ain't on the phone\nCan't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\n\nEveryone's a fucking good guy and they're making it known\nBut I'm just making it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\nOf checking the child lock, or seeing the AirTag\nA five-minute walk home feeling like five miles\nMaybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\nThen maybe, fucking hell\nMaybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that flirty cab driver and guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standing in their section\nShort-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection, I knew a girl called\n\nI was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\nI ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\nBecause so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about-\nAnd he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\nAnd he might even do it 'cause the system would protect him\nAlgorithm gonna find some people just like him\n\nThey hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\nHomicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\nSomebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\nHe just went upstairs and got your number from reception\nUsed to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\nTwo weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n\nWho you even talking to?\nWomen hunted down by the people they say report it to\nHonestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\nTry and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\nAs if that's the reason that them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\nGod forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\nObjectify you just the way I do in every song\nTamah was never wrong\n\nCan't trust guys, she never lied\nNo menicide, it femicide\nThe catcalls, the long stares\nThe kind words, the lines blurred\nCall her out, impersonate her\nAll know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\nAm I one of them? The men of the past\nWho catcalled or spoke in the bars?\n\nI'm complicit, no better than you\nI told stories of-, yeah\nCan't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\nYou either part of the solution or part of the problem","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.75] Yeah\n[00:11.66] She was 24\n[00:12.67] Last week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for\n[00:15.20] I ain't mournin' death of her innocence\n[00:17.59] I ain't mournin' death of her innocence, let the Henny pour\n[00:21.02] Some weeks ago, she was in a cab\n[00:22.73] I felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back\n[00:25.39] Driver was actin' all forward, I should have drawn the line\n[00:27.79] She wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time\n[00:30.71] All the time, said it happens all the time\n[00:33.20] A little conversation, that's just all it is\n[00:36.06] Ask couple questions, then he'll call it quits\n[00:38.53] He ain't even have to ask her where she lives\n[00:40.66] She was headed to this venue with a couple friends\n[00:42.82] And I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends\n[00:45.25] She goin' to this no-phone party\n[00:47.36] You know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't\n[00:50.19] I threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak\n[00:53.27] And when I think about this shit, it cuts deep\n[00:55.17] You see, Tamah, she like my little sis'\n[00:57.57] So when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this\n[01:00.46] I caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off\n[01:02.72] But somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots\n[01:05.51] And off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head\n[01:08.86] I could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise\n[01:12.14] But let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'\n[01:16.18] And then they feel entitled to more than opinions\n[01:18.85] You know how that goes and man come to the girls like, \"Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit\n[01:23.29] Add me back, innit, fuckin' what?\n[01:25.62] What you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong?\n[01:28.38] Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n[01:31.34] Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n[01:33.99] Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n[01:36.05] I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n[01:39.54] Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n[01:40.88] And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n[01:43.57] She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n[01:45.65] But that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\n[01:48.56] And if she don't like it, why she there?\n[01:50.27] This times, she just wanna go home\n[01:53.05] She don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\n[01:55.97] And all her friends are tryna stay\n[01:57.53] 'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\n[02:01.10] And then she blacked out\n[02:03.54] She was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\n[02:05.95] And then she backed out\n[02:08.24] When I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\n[02:10.89] She said\n[02:11.83] At Archway, I got out the car\n[02:14.22] It's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\n[02:16.95] Faint sound, cold chills\n[02:19.21] I swear I just heard a familiar voice\n[02:21.78] Inside of the club, outside of the club\n[02:24.28] Was it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\n[02:26.83] Think fast, that's my only choice\n[02:29.23] He's coming up, I hear him running up\n[02:31.93] I ran, and I trip, I fell and I buckle\n[02:34.31] My belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\n[02:36.80] He's grabbing my hair, I'm screaming to stop\n[02:39.32] I'm hitting him hard, it's turning him on\n[02:41.74] The burning is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\n[02:45.88] Accepting my fate, his hands on my waist\n[02:48.25] I think that I threw my keys in his face\n[02:50.72] I ran and he chased\n[02:51.92] I stumbled on a group of three that were leaving\n[02:53.78] I ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleeding\n[02:56.39] And that's when I called, praying that you'd be there recording\n[02:58.81] The only person that I know who's up at three in the morning\n[03:01.34] I sound mad\n[03:02.46] But if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\n[03:04.87] Of watching what you wear because you're worried 'bout making it home\n[03:07.69] Walking with your phone to your ear, and you ain't on the phone\n[03:10.03] Can't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\n[03:12.79] Everyone's a fucking good guy and they're making it known\n[03:15.19] But I'm just making it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\n[03:18.76] Of checking the child lock, or seeing the AirTag\n[03:21.33] A five-minute walk home feeling like five miles\n[03:23.84] Maybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\n[03:27.35] Then maybe, fucking hell\n[03:28.58] Maybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\n[03:30.96] Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n[03:33.80] It looks like that flirty cab driver and guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standing in their section\n[03:38.29] Short-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection, I knew a girl called\n[03:44.54] I was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\n[03:47.36] I ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\n[03:49.60] Because so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\n[03:52.37] Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n[03:55.58] It looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about-\n[03:58.51] And he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\n[04:01.28] And he might even do it 'cause the system would protect him\n[04:03.71] Algorithm gonna find some people just like him\n[04:06.26] They hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\n[04:08.85] Homicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\n[04:11.25] Somebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\n[04:13.88] He just went upstairs and got your number from reception\n[04:16.38] Used to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\n[04:18.95] Two weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\n[04:21.48] Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n[04:24.87] Who you even talking to?\n[04:26.48] Women hunted down by the people they say report it to\n[04:29.04] Honestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\n[04:31.43] Try and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\n[04:34.18] As if that's the reason that them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\n[04:36.66] God forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\n[04:39.12] Objectify you just the way I do in every song\n[04:41.68] Tamah was never wrong\n[04:43.23] Can't trust guys, she never lied\n[04:45.87] No menicide, it femicide\n[04:48.31] The catcalls, the long stares\n[04:50.88] The kind words, the lines blurred\n[04:53.44] Call her out, impersonate her\n[04:55.86] All know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\n[04:58.47] Am I one of them? 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What you on? What's wrong?\n  Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n  Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n  Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n  I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n  Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n  And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n  She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n  But that's the culture of the club, right? 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What you on? What's wrong?\nWhy you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\nDon't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\nWhy follow her home? Call her a cab or what\nI feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\nAre you gettin' back to ends?\"\nAnd I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\nShe busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\nBut that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\nAnd if she don't like it, why she there?\n\nThis times, she just wanna go home\nShe don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\nAnd all her friends are tryna stay\n'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\nAnd then she blacked out\nShe was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\nAnd then she backed out\nWhen I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\nShe said\n\nAt Archway, I got out the car\nIt's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\nFaint sound, cold chills\nI swear I just heard a familiar voice\nInside of the club, outside of the club\nWas it that first cab? 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The men of the past\nWho catcalled or spoke in the bars?\n\nI'm complicit, no better than you\nI told stories of-, yeah\nCan't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\nYou either part of the solution or part of the problem","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.75] Yeah\n[00:11.66] She was 24\n[00:12.67] Last week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for\n[00:15.20] I ain't mournin' death of her innocence\n[00:17.59] I ain't mournin' death of her innocence, let the Henny pour\n[00:21.02] Some weeks ago, she was in a cab\n[00:22.73] I felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back\n[00:25.39] Driver was actin' all forward, I should have drawn the line\n[00:27.79] She wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time\n[00:30.71] All the time, said it happens all the time\n[00:33.20] A little conversation, that's just all it is\n[00:36.06] Ask couple questions, then he'll call it quits\n[00:38.53] He ain't even have to ask her where she lives\n[00:40.66] She was headed to this venue with a couple friends\n[00:42.82] And I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends\n[00:45.25] She goin' to this no-phone party\n[00:47.36] You know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't\n[00:50.19] I threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak\n[00:53.27] And when I think about this shit, it cuts deep\n[00:55.17] You see, Tamah, she like my little sis'\n[00:57.57] So when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this\n[01:00.46] I caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off\n[01:02.72] But somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots\n[01:05.51] And off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head\n[01:08.86] I could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise\n[01:12.14] But let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'\n[01:16.18] And then they feel entitled to more than opinions\n[01:18.85] You know how that goes and man come to the girls like, \"Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit\n[01:23.29] Add me back, innit, fuckin' what?\n[01:25.62] What you doin' after this? 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What you on? What's wrong?\n  Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n  Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n  Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n  I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n  Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n  And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n  She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n  But that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\n  And if she don't like it, why she there?\n\n  This times, she just wanna go home\n  She don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\n  And all her friends are tryna stay\n  'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\n  And then she blacked out\n  She was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\n  And then she backed out\n  When I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\n  She said\n\n  At Archway, I got out the car\n  It's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\n  Faint sound, cold chills\n  I swear I just heard a familiar voice\n  Inside of the club, outside of the club\n  Was it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\n  Think fast, that's my only choice\n  He's coming up, I hear him running up\n\n  I ran, and I trip, I fell and I buckle\n  My belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\n  He's grabbing my hair, I'm screaming to stop\n  I'm hitting him hard, it's turning him on\n  The burning is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\n  Accepting my fate, his hands on my waist\n  I think that I threw my keys in his face\n  I ran and he chased\n\n  I stumbled on a group of three that were leaving\n  I ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleeding\n  And that's when I called, praying that you'd be there recording\n  The only person that I know who's up at three in the morning\n  I sound mad\n  But if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\n  Of watching what you wear because you're worried 'bout making it home\n  Walking with your phone to your ear, and you ain't on the phone\n  Can't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\n\n  Everyone's a fucking good guy and they're making it known\n  But I'm just making it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\n  Of checking the child lock, or seeing the AirTag\n  A five-minute walk home feeling like five miles\n  Maybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\n  Then maybe, fucking hell\n  Maybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  It looks like that flirty cab driver and guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standing in their section\n  Short-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection, I knew a girl called\n\n  I was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\n  I ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\n  Because so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  It looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about-\n  And he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\n  And he might even do it 'cause the system would protect him\n  Algorithm gonna find some people just like him\n\n  They hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\n  Homicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\n  Somebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\n  He just went upstairs and got your number from reception\n  Used to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\n  Two weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n\n  Who you even talking to?\n  Women hunted down by the people they say report it to\n  Honestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\n  Try and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\n  As if that's the reason that them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\n  God forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\n  Objectify you just the way I do in every song\n  Tamah was never wrong\n\n  Can't trust guys, she never lied\n  No menicide, it femicide\n  The catcalls, the long stares\n  The kind words, the lines blurred\n  Call her out, impersonate her\n  All know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\n  Am I one of them? The men of the past\n  Who catcalled or spoke in the bars?\n\n  I'm complicit, no better than you\n  I told stories of-, yeah\n  Can't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\n  You either part of the solution or part of the problem\n"},{"id":35076620,"name":"Fairchild","trackName":"Fairchild","artistName":"Dave, Nicole Blakk","albumName":"The Boy Who Played the Harp","duration":342.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nShe was 24\nLast week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for\nI ain't mournin' death of her innocence\nI ain't mournin' death of her innocence, let the Henny pour\nSome weeks ago, she was in a cab\nI felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back\nDriver was actin' all forward, I should have drawn the line\nShe wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time\n\nAll the time, said it happens all the time\nA little conversation, that's just all it is\nAsk couple questions, then he'll call it quits\nHe ain't even have to ask her where she lives\nShe was headed to this venue with a couple friends\nAnd I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends\nShe goin' to this no-phone party\nYou know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't\n\nI threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak\nAnd when I think about this shit, it cuts deep\nYou see, Tamah, she like my little sis'\nSo when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this\n\nI caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off\nBut somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots\nAnd off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head\nI could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise\nBut let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'\nAnd then they feel entitled to more than opinions\nYou know how that goes and man come to the girls like, \"Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit\nAdd me back, innit, fuckin' what?\n\nWhat you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong?\nWhy you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\nDon't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\nWhy follow her home? Call her a cab or what\nI feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\nAre you gettin' back to ends?\"\nAnd I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\nShe busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\nBut that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\nAnd if she don't like it, why she there?\n\nThis times, she just wanna go home\nShe don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\nAnd all her friends are tryna stay\n'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\nAnd then she blacked out\nShe was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\nAnd then she backed out\nWhen I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\nShe said\n\nAt Archway, I got out the car\nIt's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\nFaint sound, cold chills\nI swear I just heard a familiar voice\nInside of the club, outside of the club\nWas it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\nThink fast, that's my only choice\nHe's coming up, I hear him running up\n\nI ran, and I trip, I fell and I buckle\nMy belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\nHe's grabbing my hair, I'm screaming to stop\nI'm hitting him hard, it's turning him on\nThe burning is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\nAccepting my fate, his hands on my waist\nI think that I threw my keys in his face\nI ran and he chased\n\nI stumbled on a group of three that were leaving\nI ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleeding\nAnd that's when I called, praying that you'd be there recording\nThe only person that I know who's up at three in the morning\nI sound mad\nBut if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\nOf watching what you wear because you're worried 'bout making it home\nWalking with your phone to your ear, and you ain't on the phone\nCan't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\n\nEveryone's a fucking good guy and they're making it known\nBut I'm just making it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\nOf checking the child lock, or seeing the AirTag\nA five-minute walk home feeling like five miles\nMaybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\nThen maybe, fucking hell\nMaybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that flirty cab driver and guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standing in their section\nShort-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection, I knew a girl called\n\nI was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\nI ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\nBecause so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about-\nAnd he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\nAnd he might even do it 'cause the system would protect him\nAlgorithm gonna find some people just like him\n\nThey hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\nHomicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\nSomebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\nHe just went upstairs and got your number from reception\nUsed to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\nTwo weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n\nWho you even talking to?\nWomen hunted down by the people they say report it to\nHonestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\nTry and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\nAs if that's the reason that them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\nGod forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\nObjectify you just the way I do in every song\nTamah was never wrong\n\nCan't trust guys, she never lied\nNo menicide, it femicide\nThe catcalls, the long stares\nThe kind words, the lines blurred\nCall her out, impersonate her\nAll know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\nAm I one of them? 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What you on? What's wrong?\n[01:28.38] Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n[01:31.34] Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n[01:33.99] Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n[01:36.05] I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n[01:39.54] Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n[01:40.88] And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n[01:43.57] She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n[01:45.65] But that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\n[01:48.56] And if she don't like it, why she there?\n[01:50.27] This times, she just wanna go home\n[01:53.05] She don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\n[01:55.97] And all her friends are tryna stay\n[01:57.53] 'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\n[02:01.10] And then she blacked out\n[02:03.54] She was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\n[02:05.95] And then she backed out\n[02:08.24] When I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\n[02:10.89] She said\n[02:11.83] At Archway, I got out the car\n[02:14.22] It's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\n[02:16.95] Faint sound, cold chills\n[02:19.21] I swear I just heard a familiar voice\n[02:21.78] Inside of the club, outside of the club\n[02:24.28] Was it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\n[02:26.83] Think fast, that's my only choice\n[02:29.23] He's coming up, I hear him running up\n[02:31.93] I ran, and I trip, I fell and I buckle\n[02:34.31] My belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\n[02:36.80] He's grabbing my hair, I'm screaming to stop\n[02:39.32] I'm hitting him hard, it's turning him on\n[02:41.74] The burning is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\n[02:45.88] Accepting my fate, his hands on my waist\n[02:48.25] I think that I threw my keys in his face\n[02:50.72] I ran and he chased\n[02:51.92] I stumbled on a group of three that were leaving\n[02:53.78] I ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleeding\n[02:56.39] And that's when I called, praying that you'd be there recording\n[02:58.81] The only person that I know who's up at three in the morning\n[03:01.34] I sound mad\n[03:02.46] But if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\n[03:04.87] Of watching what you wear because you're worried 'bout making it home\n[03:07.69] Walking with your phone to your ear, and you ain't on the phone\n[03:10.03] Can't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\n[03:12.79] Everyone's a fucking good guy and they're making it known\n[03:15.19] But I'm just making it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\n[03:18.76] Of checking the child lock, or seeing the AirTag\n[03:21.33] A five-minute walk home feeling like five miles\n[03:23.84] Maybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\n[03:27.35] Then maybe, fucking hell\n[03:28.58] Maybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\n[03:30.96] Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n[03:33.80] It looks like that flirty cab driver and guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standing in their section\n[03:38.29] Short-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection, I knew a girl called\n[03:44.54] I was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\n[03:47.36] I ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\n[03:49.60] Because so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\n[03:52.37] Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n[03:55.58] It looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about-\n[03:58.51] And he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\n[04:01.28] And he might even do it 'cause the system would protect him\n[04:03.71] Algorithm gonna find some people just like him\n[04:06.26] They hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\n[04:08.85] Homicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\n[04:11.25] Somebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\n[04:13.88] He just went upstairs and got your number from reception\n[04:16.38] Used to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\n[04:18.95] Two weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\n[04:21.48] Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n[04:24.87] Who you even talking to?\n[04:26.48] Women hunted down by the people they say report it to\n[04:29.04] Honestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\n[04:31.43] Try and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\n[04:34.18] As if that's the reason that them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\n[04:36.66] God forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\n[04:39.12] Objectify you just the way I do in every song\n[04:41.68] Tamah was never wrong\n[04:43.23] Can't trust guys, she never lied\n[04:45.87] No menicide, it femicide\n[04:48.31] The catcalls, the long stares\n[04:50.88] The kind words, the lines blurred\n[04:53.44] Call her out, impersonate her\n[04:55.86] All know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\n[04:58.47] Am I one of them? 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What you on? What's wrong?\n  Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n  Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n  Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n  I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n  Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n  And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n  She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n  But that's the culture of the club, right? 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What you on? What's wrong?\nWhy you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\nDon't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\nWhy follow her home? Call her a cab or what\nI feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\nAre you gettin' back to ends?\"\nAnd I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\nShe busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\nBut that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\nAnd if she don't like it, why she there?\n\nThis times, she just wanna go home\nShe don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\nAnd all her friends are tryna stay\n'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\nAnd then she blacked out\nShe was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\nAnd then she backed out\nWhen I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\nShe said\n\nAt Archway, I got out the car\nIt's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\nFaint sound, cold chills\nI swear I just heard a familiar voice\nInside of the club, outside of the club\nWas it that first cab? 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The men of the past\nWho catcalled or spoke in the bars?\n\nI'm complicit, no better than you\nI told stories of-, yeah\nCan't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\nYou either part of the solution or part of the problem","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.75] Yeah\n[00:11.66] She was 24\n[00:12.67] Last week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for\n[00:15.20] I ain't mournin' death of her innocence\n[00:17.59] I ain't mournin' death of her innocence, let the Henny pour\n[00:21.02] Some weeks ago, she was in a cab\n[00:22.73] I felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back\n[00:25.39] Driver was actin' all forward, I should have drawn the line\n[00:27.79] She wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time\n[00:30.71] All the time, said it happens all the time\n[00:33.20] A little conversation, that's just all it is\n[00:36.06] Ask couple questions, then he'll call it quits\n[00:38.53] He ain't even have to ask her where she lives\n[00:40.66] She was headed to this venue with a couple friends\n[00:42.82] And I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends\n[00:45.25] She goin' to this no-phone party\n[00:47.36] You know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't\n[00:50.19] I threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak\n[00:53.27] And when I think about this shit, it cuts deep\n[00:55.17] You see, Tamah, she like my little sis'\n[00:57.57] So when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this\n[01:00.46] I caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off\n[01:02.72] But somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots\n[01:05.51] And off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head\n[01:08.86] I could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise\n[01:12.14] But let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'\n[01:16.18] And then they feel entitled to more than opinions\n[01:18.85] You know how that goes and man come to the girls like, \"Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit\n[01:23.29] Add me back, innit, fuckin' what?\n[01:25.62] What you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong?\n[01:28.38] Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n[01:31.34] Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n[01:33.99] Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n[01:36.05] I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n[01:39.54] Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n[01:40.88] And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n[01:43.57] She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n[01:45.65] But that's the culture of the club, right? 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What you on? What's wrong?\n  Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n  Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n  Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n  I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n  Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n  And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n  She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n  But that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\n  And if she don't like it, why she there?\n\n  This times, she just wanna go home\n  She don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\n  And all her friends are tryna stay\n  'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\n  And then she blacked out\n  She was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\n  And then she backed out\n  When I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\n  She said\n\n  At Archway, I got out the car\n  It's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\n  Faint sound, cold chills\n  I swear I just heard a familiar voice\n  Inside of the club, outside of the club\n  Was it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\n  Think fast, that's my only choice\n  He's coming up, I hear him running up\n\n  I ran, and I trip, I fell and I buckle\n  My belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\n  He's grabbing my hair, I'm screaming to stop\n  I'm hitting him hard, it's turning him on\n  The burning is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\n  Accepting my fate, his hands on my waist\n  I think that I threw my keys in his face\n  I ran and he chased\n\n  I stumbled on a group of three that were leaving\n  I ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleeding\n  And that's when I called, praying that you'd be there recording\n  The only person that I know who's up at three in the morning\n  I sound mad\n  But if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\n  Of watching what you wear because you're worried 'bout making it home\n  Walking with your phone to your ear, and you ain't on the phone\n  Can't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\n\n  Everyone's a fucking good guy and they're making it known\n  But I'm just making it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\n  Of checking the child lock, or seeing the AirTag\n  A five-minute walk home feeling like five miles\n  Maybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\n  Then maybe, fucking hell\n  Maybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  It looks like that flirty cab driver and guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standing in their section\n  Short-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection, I knew a girl called\n\n  I was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\n  I ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\n  Because so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  It looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about-\n  And he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\n  And he might even do it 'cause the system would protect him\n  Algorithm gonna find some people just like him\n\n  They hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\n  Homicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\n  Somebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\n  He just went upstairs and got your number from reception\n  Used to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\n  Two weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n\n  Who you even talking to?\n  Women hunted down by the people they say report it to\n  Honestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\n  Try and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\n  As if that's the reason that them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\n  God forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\n  Objectify you just the way I do in every song\n  Tamah was never wrong\n\n  Can't trust guys, she never lied\n  No menicide, it femicide\n  The catcalls, the long stares\n  The kind words, the lines blurred\n  Call her out, impersonate her\n  All know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\n  Am I one of them? The men of the past\n  Who catcalled or spoke in the bars?\n\n  I'm complicit, no better than you\n  I told stories of-, yeah\n  Can't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\n  You either part of the solution or part of the problem\n"},{"id":32778854,"name":"Fairchild","trackName":"Fairchild","artistName":"Dave feat. 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What you on? What's wrong?\nWhy you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\nDon't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\nWhy follow her home? Call her a cab or what\nI feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\nAre you gettin' back to ends?\"\nAnd I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\nShe busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\nBut that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\nAnd if she don't like it, why she there?\n\nThis times, she just wanna go home\nShe don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\nAnd all her friends are tryna stay\n'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\nAnd then she blacked out\nShe was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\nAnd then she backed out\nWhen I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\nShe said\n\nAt Archway, I got out the car\nIt's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\nFaint sound, cold chills\nI swear I just heard a familiar voice\nInside of the club, outside of the club\nWas it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\nThink fast, that's my only choice\nHe's coming up, I hear him running up\n\nI ran, and I trip, I fell and I buckle\nMy belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\nHe's grabbing my hair, I'm screaming to stop\nI'm hitting him hard, it's turning him on\nThe burning is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\nAccepting my fate, his hands on my waist\nI think that I threw my keys in his face\nI ran and he chased\n\nI stumbled on a group of three that were leaving\nI ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleeding\nAnd that's when I called, praying that you'd be there recording\nThe only person that I know who's up at three in the morning\nI sound mad\nBut if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\nOf watching what you wear because you're worried 'bout making it home\nWalking with your phone to your ear, and you ain't on the phone\nCan't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\n\nEveryone's a fucking good guy and they're making it known\nBut I'm just making it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\nOf checking the child lock, or seeing the AirTag\nA five-minute walk home feeling like five miles\nMaybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\nThen maybe, fucking hell\nMaybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that flirty cab driver and guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standing in their section\nShort-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection, I knew a girl called\n\nI was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\nI ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\nBecause so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about-\nAnd he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\nAnd he might even do it 'cause the system would protect him\nAlgorithm gonna find some people just like him\n\nThey hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\nHomicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\nSomebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\nHe just went upstairs and got your number from reception\nUsed to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\nTwo weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n\nWho you even talking to?\nWomen hunted down by the people they say report it to\nHonestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\nTry and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\nAs if that's the reason that them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\nGod forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\nObjectify you just the way I do in every song\nTamah was never wrong\n\nCan't trust guys, she never lied\nNo menicide, it femicide\nThe catcalls, the long stares\nThe kind words, the lines blurred\nCall her out, impersonate her\nAll know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\nAm I one of them? 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What you on? What's wrong?\n[01:28.38] Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n[01:31.34] Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n[01:33.99] Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n[01:36.05] I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n[01:39.54] Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n[01:40.88] And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n[01:43.57] She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n[01:45.65] But that's the culture of the club, right? 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What you on? What's wrong?\nWhy you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\nDon't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\nWhy follow her home? Call her a cab or what\nI feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\nAre you gettin' back to ends?\"\nAnd I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\nShe busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\nBut that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\nAnd if she don't like it, why she there?\n\nThis times, she just wanna go home\nShe don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\nAnd all her friends are tryna stay\n'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\nAnd then she blacked out\nShe was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\nAnd then she backed out\nWhen I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\nShe said\n\nAt Archway, I got out the car\nIt's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\nFaint sound, cold chills\nI swear I just heard a familiar voice\nInside of the club, outside of the club\nWas it that first cab? 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The men of the past\nWho catcalled or spoke in the bars?\n\nI'm complicit, no better than you\nI told stories of-, yeah\nCan't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\nYou either part of the solution or part of the problem","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.75] Yeah\n[00:11.66] She was 24\n[00:12.67] Last week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for\n[00:15.20] I ain't mournin' death of her innocence\n[00:17.59] I ain't mournin' death of her innocence, let the Henny pour\n[00:21.02] Some weeks ago, she was in a cab\n[00:22.73] I felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back\n[00:25.39] Driver was actin' all forward, I should have drawn the line\n[00:27.79] She wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time\n[00:30.71] All the time, said it happens all the time\n[00:33.20] A little conversation, that's just all it is\n[00:36.06] Ask couple questions, then he'll call it quits\n[00:38.53] He ain't even have to ask her where she lives\n[00:40.66] She was headed to this venue with a couple friends\n[00:42.82] And I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends\n[00:45.25] She goin' to this no-phone party\n[00:47.36] You know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't\n[00:50.19] I threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak\n[00:53.27] And when I think about this shit, it cuts deep\n[00:55.17] You see, Tamah, she like my little sis'\n[00:57.57] So when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this\n[01:00.46] I caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off\n[01:02.72] But somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots\n[01:05.51] And off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head\n[01:08.86] I could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise\n[01:12.14] But let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'\n[01:16.18] And then they feel entitled to more than opinions\n[01:18.85] You know how that goes and man come to the girls like, \"Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit\n[01:23.29] Add me back, innit, fuckin' what?\n[01:25.62] What you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong?\n[01:28.38] Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n[01:31.34] Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n[01:33.99] Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n[01:36.05] I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n[01:39.54] Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n[01:40.88] And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n[01:43.57] She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n[01:45.65] But that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\n[01:48.56] And if she don't like it, why she there?\n[01:50.27] This times, she just wanna go home\n[01:53.05] She don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\n[01:55.97] And all her friends are tryna stay\n[01:57.53] 'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\n[02:01.10] And then she blacked out\n[02:03.54] She was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\n[02:05.95] And then she backed out\n[02:08.24] When I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\n[02:10.89] She said\n[02:11.83] At Archway, I got out the car\n[02:14.22] It's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\n[02:16.95] Faint sound, cold chills\n[02:19.21] I swear I just heard a familiar voice\n[02:21.78] Inside of the club, outside of the club\n[02:24.28] Was it that first cab? 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What you on? What's wrong?\n  Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n  Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n  Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n  I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n  Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n  And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n  She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n  But that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\n  And if she don't like it, why she there?\n\n  This times, she just wanna go home\n  She don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\n  And all her friends are tryna stay\n  'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\n  And then she blacked out\n  She was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\n  And then she backed out\n  When I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\n  She said\n\n  At Archway, I got out the car\n  It's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\n  Faint sound, cold chills\n  I swear I just heard a familiar voice\n  Inside of the club, outside of the club\n  Was it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\n  Think fast, that's my only choice\n  He's coming up, I hear him running up\n\n  I ran, and I trip, I fell and I buckle\n  My belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\n  He's grabbing my hair, I'm screaming to stop\n  I'm hitting him hard, it's turning him on\n  The burning is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\n  Accepting my fate, his hands on my waist\n  I think that I threw my keys in his face\n  I ran and he chased\n\n  I stumbled on a group of three that were leaving\n  I ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleeding\n  And that's when I called, praying that you'd be there recording\n  The only person that I know who's up at three in the morning\n  I sound mad\n  But if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\n  Of watching what you wear because you're worried 'bout making it home\n  Walking with your phone to your ear, and you ain't on the phone\n  Can't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\n\n  Everyone's a fucking good guy and they're making it known\n  But I'm just making it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\n  Of checking the child lock, or seeing the AirTag\n  A five-minute walk home feeling like five miles\n  Maybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\n  Then maybe, fucking hell\n  Maybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  It looks like that flirty cab driver and guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standing in their section\n  Short-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection, I knew a girl called\n\n  I was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\n  I ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\n  Because so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  It looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about-\n  And he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\n  And he might even do it 'cause the system would protect him\n  Algorithm gonna find some people just like him\n\n  They hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\n  Homicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\n  Somebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\n  He just went upstairs and got your number from reception\n  Used to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\n  Two weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n\n  Who you even talking to?\n  Women hunted down by the people they say report it to\n  Honestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\n  Try and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\n  As if that's the reason that them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\n  God forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\n  Objectify you just the way I do in every song\n  Tamah was never wrong\n\n  Can't trust guys, she never lied\n  No menicide, it femicide\n  The catcalls, the long stares\n  The kind words, the lines blurred\n  Call her out, impersonate her\n  All know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\n  Am I one of them? The men of the past\n  Who catcalled or spoke in the bars?\n\n  I'm complicit, no better than you\n  I told stories of-, yeah\n  Can't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\n  You either part of the solution or part of the problem\n"},{"id":34580703,"name":"Fairchild ft. Nicole Blakk","trackName":"Fairchild ft. 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What you on? What's wrong?\nWhy you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\nDon't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\nWhy follow her home? Call her a cab or what\nI feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\nAre you gettin' back to ends?\"\nAnd I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\nShe busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\nBut that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\nAnd if she don't like it, why she there?\n\nThis times, she just wanna go home\nShe don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\nAnd all her friends are tryna stay\n'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\nAnd then she blacked out\nShe was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\nAnd then she backed out\nWhen I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\nShe said\n\nAt Archway, I got out the car\nIt's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\nFaint sound, cold chills\nI swear I just heard a familiar voice\nInside of the club, outside of the club\nWas it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\nThink fast, that's my only choice\nHe's coming up, I hear him running up\n\nI ran, and I trip, I fell and I buckle\nMy belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\nHe's grabbing my hair, I'm screaming to stop\nI'm hitting him hard, it's turning him on\nThe burning is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\nAccepting my fate, his hands on my waist\nI think that I threw my keys in his face\nI ran and he chased\n\nI stumbled on a group of three that were leaving\nI ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleeding\nAnd that's when I called, praying that you'd be there recording\nThe only person that I know who's up at three in the morning\nI sound mad\nBut if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\nOf watching what you wear because you're worried 'bout making it home\nWalking with your phone to your ear, and you ain't on the phone\nCan't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\n\nEveryone's a fucking good guy and they're making it known\nBut I'm just making it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\nOf checking the child lock, or seeing the AirTag\nA five-minute walk home feeling like five miles\nMaybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\nThen maybe, fucking hell\nMaybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that flirty cab driver and guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standing in their section\nShort-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection, I knew a girl called\n\nI was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\nI ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\nBecause so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about-\nAnd he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\nAnd he might even do it 'cause the system would protect him\nAlgorithm gonna find some people just like him\n\nThey hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\nHomicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\nSomebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\nHe just went upstairs and got your number from reception\nUsed to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\nTwo weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n\nWho you even talking to?\nWomen hunted down by the people they say report it to\nHonestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\nTry and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\nAs if that's the reason that them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\nGod forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\nObjectify you just the way I do in every song\nTamah was never wrong\n\nCan't trust guys, she never lied\nNo menicide, it femicide\nThe catcalls, the long stares\nThe kind words, the lines blurred\nCall her out, impersonate her\nAll know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\nAm I one of them? 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What you on? What's wrong?\n[01:28.38] Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n[01:31.34] Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n[01:33.99] Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n[01:36.05] I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n[01:39.54] Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n[01:40.88] And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n[01:43.57] She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n[01:45.65] But that's the culture of the club, right? 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What you on? What's wrong?\nWhy you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\nDon't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\nWhy follow her home? Call her a cab or what\nI feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\nAre you gettin' back to ends?\"\nAnd I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\nShe busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\nBut that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\nAnd if she don't like it, why she there?\n\nThis times, she just wanna go home\nShe don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\nAnd all her friends are tryna stay\n'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\nAnd then she blacked out\nShe was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\nAnd then she backed out\nWhen I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\nShe said\n\nAt Archway, I got out the car\nIt's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\nFaint sound, cold chills\nI swear I just heard a familiar voice\nInside of the club, outside of the club\nWas it that first cab? 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The men of the past\nWho catcalled or spoke in the bars?\n\nI'm complicit, no better than you\nI told stories of-, yeah\nCan't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\nYou either part of the solution or part of the problem","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.75] Yeah\n[00:11.66] She was 24\n[00:12.67] Last week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for\n[00:15.20] I ain't mournin' death of her innocence\n[00:17.59] I ain't mournin' death of her innocence, let the Henny pour\n[00:21.02] Some weeks ago, she was in a cab\n[00:22.73] I felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back\n[00:25.39] Driver was actin' all forward, I should have drawn the line\n[00:27.79] She wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time\n[00:30.71] All the time, said it happens all the time\n[00:33.20] A little conversation, that's just all it is\n[00:36.06] Ask couple questions, then he'll call it quits\n[00:38.53] He ain't even have to ask her where she lives\n[00:40.66] She was headed to this venue with a couple friends\n[00:42.82] And I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends\n[00:45.25] She goin' to this no-phone party\n[00:47.36] You know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't\n[00:50.19] I threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak\n[00:53.27] And when I think about this shit, it cuts deep\n[00:55.17] You see, Tamah, she like my little sis'\n[00:57.57] So when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this\n[01:00.46] I caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off\n[01:02.72] But somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots\n[01:05.51] And off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head\n[01:08.86] I could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise\n[01:12.14] But let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'\n[01:16.18] And then they feel entitled to more than opinions\n[01:18.85] You know how that goes and man come to the girls like, \"Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit\n[01:23.29] Add me back, innit, fuckin' what?\n[01:25.62] What you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong?\n[01:28.38] Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n[01:31.34] Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n[01:33.99] Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n[01:36.05] I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n[01:39.54] Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n[01:40.88] And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n[01:43.57] She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n[01:45.65] But that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\n[01:48.56] And if she don't like it, why she there?\n[01:50.27] This times, she just wanna go home\n[01:53.05] She don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\n[01:55.97] And all her friends are tryna stay\n[01:57.53] 'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\n[02:01.10] And then she blacked out\n[02:03.54] She was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\n[02:05.95] And then she backed out\n[02:08.24] When I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\n[02:10.89] She said\n[02:11.83] At Archway, I got out the car\n[02:14.22] It's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\n[02:16.95] Faint sound, cold chills\n[02:19.21] I swear I just heard a familiar voice\n[02:21.78] Inside of the club, outside of the club\n[02:24.28] Was it that first cab? 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What you on? What's wrong?\n  Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\n  Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\n  Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what\n  I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\n  Are you gettin' back to ends?\"\n  And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\n  She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\n  But that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\n  And if she don't like it, why she there?\n\n  This times, she just wanna go home\n  She don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\n  And all her friends are tryna stay\n  'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\n  And then she blacked out\n  She was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\n  And then she backed out\n  When I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\n  She said\n\n  At Archway, I got out the car\n  It's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\n  Faint sound, cold chills\n  I swear I just heard a familiar voice\n  Inside of the club, outside of the club\n  Was it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\n  Think fast, that's my only choice\n  He's coming up, I hear him running up\n\n  I ran, and I trip, I fell and I buckle\n  My belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\n  He's grabbing my hair, I'm screaming to stop\n  I'm hitting him hard, it's turning him on\n  The burning is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\n  Accepting my fate, his hands on my waist\n  I think that I threw my keys in his face\n  I ran and he chased\n\n  I stumbled on a group of three that were leaving\n  I ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleeding\n  And that's when I called, praying that you'd be there recording\n  The only person that I know who's up at three in the morning\n  I sound mad\n  But if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\n  Of watching what you wear because you're worried 'bout making it home\n  Walking with your phone to your ear, and you ain't on the phone\n  Can't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\n\n  Everyone's a fucking good guy and they're making it known\n  But I'm just making it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\n  Of checking the child lock, or seeing the AirTag\n  A five-minute walk home feeling like five miles\n  Maybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\n  Then maybe, fucking hell\n  Maybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  It looks like that flirty cab driver and guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standing in their section\n  Short-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection, I knew a girl called\n\n  I was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\n  I ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\n  Because so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n  It looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about-\n  And he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\n  And he might even do it 'cause the system would protect him\n  Algorithm gonna find some people just like him\n\n  They hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\n  Homicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\n  Somebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\n  He just went upstairs and got your number from reception\n  Used to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\n  Two weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\n  Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n\n  Who you even talking to?\n  Women hunted down by the people they say report it to\n  Honestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\n  Try and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\n  As if that's the reason that them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\n  God forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\n  Objectify you just the way I do in every song\n  Tamah was never wrong\n\n  Can't trust guys, she never lied\n  No menicide, it femicide\n  The catcalls, the long stares\n  The kind words, the lines blurred\n  Call her out, impersonate her\n  All know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\n  Am I one of them? The men of the past\n  Who catcalled or spoke in the bars?\n\n  I'm complicit, no better than you\n  I told stories of-, yeah\n  Can't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option\n  You either part of the solution or part of the problem\n"},{"id":30975833,"name":"Fairchild - SongsLover.com","trackName":"Fairchild - SongsLover.com","artistName":"Dave;Nicole Blakk","albumName":"The Boy Who Played the Harp","duration":347.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nShe was 24\nLast week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for\nI ain't mournin' death of her innocence\nI ain't mournin' death of her innocence, let the Henny pour\nSome weeks ago, she was in a cab\nI felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back\nDriver was actin' all forward, I should have drawn the line\nShe wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time\n\nAll the time, said it happens all the time\nA little conversation, that's just all it is\nAsk couple questions, then he'll call it quits\nHe ain't even have to ask her where she lives\nShe was headed to this venue with a couple friends\nAnd I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends\nShe goin' to this no-phone party\nYou know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't\n\nI threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak\nAnd when I think about this shit, it cuts deep\nYou see, Tamah, she like my little sis'\nSo when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this\n\nI caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off\nBut somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots\nAnd off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head\nI could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise\nBut let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'\nAnd then they feel entitled to more than opinions\nYou know how that goes and man come to the girls like, \"Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit\nAdd me back, innit, fuckin' what?\n\nWhat you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong?\nWhy you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?\nDon't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long\nWhy follow her home? Call her a cab or what\nI feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin'\nAre you gettin' back to ends?\"\nAnd I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is\nShe busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib\nBut that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair\nAnd if she don't like it, why she there?\n\nThis times, she just wanna go home\nShe don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone\nAnd all her friends are tryna stay\n'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way\nAnd then she blacked out\nShe was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off\nAnd then she backed out\nWhen I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone\nShe said\n\nAt Archway, I got out the car\nIt's quiet, and I'm walking up this long hill\nFaint sound, cold chills\nI swear I just heard a familiar voice\nInside of the club, outside of the club\nWas it that first cab? I swear I know the voice\nThink fast, that's my only choice\nHe's coming up, I hear him running up\n\nI ran, and I trip, I fell and I buckle\nMy belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles\nHe's grabbing my hair, I'm screaming to stop\nI'm hitting him hard, it's turning him on\nThe burning is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear\nAccepting my fate, his hands on my waist\nI think that I threw my keys in his face\nI ran and he chased\n\nI stumbled on a group of three that were leaving\nI ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleeding\nAnd that's when I called, praying that you'd be there recording\nThe only person that I know who's up at three in the morning\nI sound mad\nBut if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\nOf watching what you wear because you're worried 'bout making it home\nWalking with your phone to your ear, and you ain't on the phone\nCan't walk on the same side of the pavement alone\n\nEveryone's a fucking good guy and they're making it known\nBut I'm just making it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling\nOf checking the child lock, or seeing the AirTag\nA five-minute walk home feeling like five miles\nMaybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies\nThen maybe, fucking hell\nMaybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that flirty cab driver and guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standing in their section\nShort-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection, I knew a girl called\n\nI was in so deep, she thought violence was affection\nI ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help\nBecause so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\nIt looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about-\nAnd he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him\nAnd he might even do it 'cause the system would protect him\nAlgorithm gonna find some people just like him\n\nThey hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him\nHomicidal femicidal shit on their suggested\nSomebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist\nHe just went upstairs and got your number from reception\nUsed to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl\nTwo weeks later, he wants a sexual connection\nDanger doesn't look like no killer in a mask\n\nWho you even talking to?\nWomen hunted down by the people they say report it to\nHonestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude\nTry and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you\nAs if that's the reason that them fellas shouldn't slaughter you\nGod forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to\nObjectify you just the way I do in every song\nTamah was never wrong\n\nCan't trust guys, she never lied\nNo menicide, it femicide\nThe catcalls, the long stares\nThe kind words, the lines blurred\nCall her out, impersonate her\nAll know a victim, don't know a perpetrator\nAm I one of them? 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