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spot\nChilling in the same blocks\nMe and you are different\nYou talk about beef\nWhile I plan your route home bruv\nI run up in your safe spot and leave the place taped off\nIt's deeper than the name drop\nReal problems don't need discussions\nI fear God and not repercussions\n\nLook, I'm only angry at the choices that I didn't make\nI don't regret what I did but what I didn't say\nAnd for this money I'm on a different wave\nIt's why I ain't written in this will when I say I'm on his estate\nIt comes arms well I've got an entourage like Vinny Chase\nThis ain't Chiraq, we don't need a .38\nJust two young g's, one Nike pouch and his little blade\nAnd if you live that day, give thanks to your God\n'Cause there isn't one prayer mummy didn't say\nStill wonder what my dad would say\nAnd it's fucked 'cause I just wanted us to bond\nLike Sean Connery and Daniel Craig\n\nNo first steps, nah, my daddy couldn't see me cry\nI'm still searching for the reason why\nI was 6 months old at a bus stop\nMy mum, no home struggling to ketamine like a legal high\nWhen so volatile, look over the reasons why\nPeople die, man this beef never sleeps or slides\nMan are dying over minor violations\nSo I keep the beef and the bread separate like TGI's\n\nThey touch us and we pay 'em back like it's PPI\nFuck it, let's ride, get animated like CGI\nDead being a hype man\nCan't find my man and then I'll settle for his right hand\nYou can't buy heart remember\n\nHawk eye, you think these undercover cars could get us\nOr that I can't spot the bacon in the passing Vectras\nDon't you find it funny that I study law\nAnd still recruit young fraud stars like I'm Harvey Specter\nHot headed, I swear that I had a dream though\nA young fire before I had spoken with Avelino\nAnd nowadays music's got my schedule looking hectic\nI ain't got a timeline, I'm Travolta with Tarantino\n\nLook, I ain't slacking, it's money over passion\nI mean passion over money, hate this money with a passion\nMoney is just a paper\nI got value of my assets, I got value of my mental\nIt's me, Fraser or 169 on an instrumental\nI swear that'll make it rapping\nEven if that kills me I swear that'll make it happen\nOn my digital piano until my hands bled literally\nI was smashing keys 'til my fingers grew callus\n\nHow could I fear rappers?\nI feel words, hear colours, defeat challenge\nGive thanks to my synaesthesia\nI ain't a rapper I'm a fucking genius\nSo when I see you don't panic\n\nRemember what you said on the roads, there's no lacking\nI don't wanna see you draw for your boot, there's no time\nI'll jump out the passenger side like there's no traffic\nCatch you with your girl or your mum, you'd do the same\nSo we'll take you to an inch of your life for all your chatting\n\nShut your fucking mouth and make p's\nI used to let disrespect slide to make peace\nNow it's like I'm stuck in two minds in my reaction\n'Cause my pride and my ego turned giant like James Dean\nI'm a mess right, and if that catty doesn't fuck me the third time\nWith no strings attached like a test drive\nI'm telling her I'm cutting in the next five\n\nAll communication breaking down like an enzyme\nMy second's the most precious commodity I invest time\nI was late every day straight for three years\nGuess that's two ways that I could never make a deadline\nI was out in Powerleague Norbury in my north face camo\nIn the rain, hail, sleet, with my football in a deadline\nScraping by on pennies, trying to link a jezzy\nOn my 8520 and I couldn't link one\n\nSquares was a game\nHad me all stressed\nGot finessed by my main\nAnd he didn't get touched\nHad me sitting there pissed\nThinking 'bout my people\nAll the times that we missed\nLike have you ever lost love?\n\nHave you ever had a guy that would die so you live in a cage\nKept away from your brother and your mum\nIn my world you're unsure to the people you can trust\nAnd when you lose the only person that was there from the jump\nI'm as humble as they come\nAnd I ain't changed from the knife and the cypher\nTo the shotgun shells in the party with a pump\nAsk Edem, ask Paddy\n\nWith squares I had strikers but I'm more like Ibra\nOver Vardy when it's beef\nBecause I hardly ever run I've got pride\nI've seen man running for their life\nGet caught, now they're covering their heart and their lungs\nWith their arms on his ones 'cause his right hand panicked\nAnd I don't even blame him\n\nSeen a man scream while he bleeds on the pavement\nGuts in his hands, civilians with tissue putting pressure where the pain is\nThe panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds\nLike your body shuts down when your organs start failing\nKnife crime dangerous, next day famous\nGive it six years they won't remember what your name is\nEverything changes when your case isn't relevant\n\nAnd all the guys who claim they would ride in your name\nLooking lost, them boys don't have half the heart to settle it\nI've seen a whole class end up dead or in jail\nAsk Scales about times he was chilling with my brother\nIn a chicken shop opposite the entrance to Tennyson's\nEverybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\nWe've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n\nYou ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\nToo lazy to work so you want to own a business\nOr a clothing line, no vision\nYou can't cut corners in a line of life\nKarma's like the tightest vice, I'm running on my own\nCCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your phone\n\nIf they catch me going home\nLooking for another young rapper to expose\nI'm probably cutting from the scene\n'Cause with the evidence they gain I'm getting more than just assault\nI ain't living for the 'Gram, man are snitching on the cam\nIf I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's the man\nI can't win, there's no way I'm handling that\n\nIf I run then I'm a neek, but if I don't then I'm a fool\nSo on road I'm looking happy\nBut I'm screaming in my head having panic attacks\nThey got me anxious\nI'm two wrong responses from a shanking at any given time\nI been there and done that on many different nights\nIt's probably the reason, I got many different rhymes\nI'm really livin' life","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.66] 169\n[00:06.68] \n[00:17.45] Look, I bet them boys think I'm panicking\n[00:19.56] Itching to see how I handle it\n[00:21.08] When snakes start rattling, calm\n[00:22.78] I can show you about harm\n[00:23.85] Put blades in the palms, half the length of my arm\n[00:26.17] I end up in a station and I'm staring into space like a mannequin in Clarks\n[00:29.77] I ain't panicking, I ain't had a random change of heart\n[00:31.98] Cash points and cannabis\n[00:33.23] You cocaine snort, if you think I got caught\n[00:35.33] I'm kicking like a stallion\n[00:36.68] I lived in a yard where my mummy tried hard\n[00:38.76] For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate\n[00:41.42] Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa\n[00:43.47] If they knew I risked my free water, hot food and resources\n[00:46.02] Every day to dress nicer on a camera\n[00:48.16] I don't need your input, fuck you and your manager\n[00:50.20] Fuck him and his lame job\n[00:51.17] It's been two years, you're sitting in the same spot\n[00:53.63] Chilling in the same blocks\n[00:54.96] Me and you are different\n[00:55.96] You talk about beef\n[00:57.01] While I plan your route home bruv\n[00:58.29] I run up in your safe spot and leave the place taped off\n[01:00.63] It's deeper than the name drop\n[01:02.02] Real problems don't need discussions\n[01:03.77] I fear God and not repercussions\n[01:06.02] Look, I'm only angry at the choices that I didn't make\n[01:08.73] I don't regret what I did but what I didn't say\n[01:11.05] And for this money I'm on a different wave\n[01:13.03] It's why I ain't written in this will when I say I'm on his estate\n[01:15.49] It comes arms well I've got an entourage like Vinny Chase\n[01:18.19] This ain't Chiraq, we don't need a .38\n[01:20.19] Just two young g's, one Nike pouch and his little blade\n[01:22.76] And if you live that day, give thanks to your God\n[01:25.06] 'Cause there isn't one prayer mummy didn't say\n[01:26.93] Still wonder what my dad would say\n[01:28.34] And it's fucked 'cause I just wanted us to bond\n[01:30.04] Like Sean Connery and Daniel Craig\n[01:31.52] No first steps, nah, my daddy couldn't see me cry\n[01:34.07] I'm still searching for the reason why\n[01:35.78] I was 6 months old at a bus stop\n[01:37.50] My mum, no home struggling to ketamine like a legal high\n[01:40.54] When so volatile, look over the reasons why\n[01:43.10] People die, man this beef never sleeps or slides\n[01:45.37] Man are dying over minor violations\n[01:47.46] So I keep the beef and the bread separate like TGI's\n[01:49.97] They touch us and we pay 'em back like it's PPI\n[01:52.07] Fuck it, let's ride, get animated like CGI\n[01:54.33] Dead being a hype man\n[01:55.30] Can't find my man and then I'll settle for his right hand\n[01:57.73] You can't buy heart remember\n[01:59.10] Hawk eye, you think these undercover cars could get us\n[02:01.42] Or that I can't spot the bacon in the passing Vectras\n[02:03.93] Don't you find it funny that I study law\n[02:05.74] And still recruit young fraud stars like I'm Harvey Specter\n[02:08.34] Hot headed, I swear that I had a dream though\n[02:10.32] A young fire before I had spoken with Avelino\n[02:12.47] And nowadays music's got my schedule looking hectic\n[02:14.58] I ain't got a timeline, I'm Travolta with Tarantino\n[02:16.86] Look, I ain't slacking, it's money over passion\n[02:19.19] I mean passion over money, hate this money with a passion\n[02:21.47] Money is just a paper\n[02:22.66] I got value of my assets, I got value of my mental\n[02:25.08] It's me, Fraser or 169 on an instrumental\n[02:27.34] I swear that'll make it rapping\n[02:28.52] Even if that kills me I swear that'll make it happen\n[02:30.63] On my digital piano until my hands bled literally\n[02:32.99] I was smashing keys 'til my fingers grew callus\n[02:35.27] How could I fear rappers?\n[02:36.65] I feel words, hear colours, defeat challenge\n[02:38.66] Give thanks to my synaesthesia\n[02:40.25] I ain't a rapper I'm a fucking genius\n[02:41.94] So when I see you don't panic\n[02:43.40] Remember what you said on the roads, there's no lacking\n[02:45.56] I don't wanna see you draw for your boot, there's no time\n[02:47.71] I'll jump out the passenger side like there's no traffic\n[02:50.17] Catch you with your girl or your mum, you'd do the same\n[02:52.13] So we'll take you to an inch of your life for all your chatting\n[02:56.48] Shut your fucking mouth and make p's\n[02:58.21] I used to let disrespect slide to make peace\n[03:00.54] Now it's like I'm stuck in two minds in my reaction\n[03:02.62] 'Cause my pride and my ego turned giant like James Dean\n[03:05.41] I'm a mess right, and if that catty doesn't fuck me the third time\n[03:08.46] With no strings attached like a test drive\n[03:10.46] I'm telling her I'm cutting in the next five\n[03:12.25] All communication breaking down like an enzyme\n[03:14.21] My second's the most precious commodity I invest time\n[03:16.77] I was late every day straight for three years\n[03:18.92] Guess that's two ways that I could never make a deadline\n[03:21.29] I was out in Powerleague Norbury in my north face camo\n[03:23.23] In the rain, hail, sleet, with my football in a deadline\n[03:25.62] Scraping by on pennies, trying to link a jezzy\n[03:27.97] On my 8520 and I couldn't link one\n[03:30.09] Squares was a game\n[03:31.40] Had me all stressed\n[03:32.21] Got finessed by my main\n[03:33.72] And he didn't get touched\n[03:34.62] Had me sitting there pissed\n[03:35.90] Thinking 'bout my people\n[03:36.99] All the times that we missed\n[03:37.96] Like have you ever lost love?\n[03:39.26] Have you ever had a guy that would die so you live in a cage\n[03:42.04] Kept away from your brother and your mum\n[03:43.81] In my world you're unsure to the people you can trust\n[03:46.17] And when you lose the only person that was there from the jump\n[03:48.11] I'm as humble as they come\n[03:49.62] And I ain't changed from the knife and the cypher\n[03:51.74] To the shotgun shells in the party with a pump\n[03:54.14] Ask Edem, ask Paddy\n[03:55.41] With squares I had strikers but I'm more like Ibra\n[03:57.65] Over Vardy when it's beef\n[03:58.58] Because I hardly ever run I've got pride\n[04:00.53] I've seen man running for their life\n[04:02.16] Get caught, now they're covering their heart and their lungs\n[04:04.26] With their arms on his ones 'cause his right hand panicked\n[04:06.79] And I don't even blame him\n[04:07.82] Seen a man scream while he bleeds on the pavement\n[04:10.46] Guts in his hands, civilians with tissue putting pressure where the pain is\n[04:13.47] The panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds\n[04:15.75] Like your body shuts down when your organs start failing\n[04:18.46] Knife crime dangerous, next day famous\n[04:20.50] Give it six years they won't remember what your name is\n[04:22.87] Everything changes when your case isn't relevant\n[04:24.84] And all the guys who claim they would ride in your name\n[04:27.20] Looking lost, them boys don't have half the heart to settle it\n[04:29.77] I've seen a whole class end up dead or in jail\n[04:31.95] Ask Scales about times he was chilling with my brother\n[04:33.93] In a chicken shop opposite the entrance to Tennyson's\n[04:36.51] Everybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\n[04:39.25] We've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n[04:42.11] You ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\n[04:44.28] Too lazy to work so you want to own a business\n[04:46.71] Or a clothing line, no vision\n[04:48.66] You can't cut corners in a line of life\n[04:50.68] Karma's like the tightest vice, I'm running on my own\n[04:52.79] CCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your phone\n[04:55.67] If they catch me going home\n[04:56.91] Looking for another young rapper to expose\n[04:59.24] I'm probably cutting from the scene\n[05:00.31] 'Cause with the evidence they gain I'm getting more than just assault\n[05:02.61] I ain't living for the 'Gram, man are snitching on the cam\n[05:05.18] If I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's the man\n[05:07.11] I can't win, there's no way I'm handling that\n[05:09.25] If I run then I'm a neek, but if I don't then I'm a fool\n[05:11.75] So on road I'm looking happy\n[05:12.85] But I'm screaming in my head having panic attacks\n[05:15.16] They got me anxious\n[05:15.98] I'm two wrong responses from a shanking at any given time\n[05:19.12] I been there and done that on many different nights\n[05:21.32] It's probably the reason, I got many different rhymes\n[05:23.63] I'm really livin' life\n[05:25.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Panic Attack\n  artist: Dave\n  album: Dave Singles\n  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325180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 325180\nplain: |-\n  169\n\n  Look, I bet them boys think I'm panicking\n  Itching to see how I handle it\n  When snakes start rattling, calm\n  I can show you about harm\n  Put blades in the palms, half the length of my arm\n  I end up in a station and I'm staring into space like a mannequin in Clarks\n  I ain't panicking, I ain't had a random change of heart\n  Cash points and cannabis\n  You cocaine snort, if you think I got caught\n\n  I'm kicking like a stallion\n  I lived in a yard where my mummy tried hard\n  For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate\n  Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa\n  If they knew I risked my free water, hot food and resources\n  Every day to dress nicer on a camera\n  I don't need your input, fuck you and your manager\n\n  Fuck him and his lame job\n  It's been two years, you're sitting in the same spot\n  Chilling in the same blocks\n  Me and you are different\n  You talk about beef\n  While I plan your route home bruv\n  I run up in your safe spot and leave the place taped off\n  It's deeper than the name drop\n  Real problems don't need discussions\n  I fear God and not repercussions\n\n  Look, I'm only angry at the choices that I didn't make\n  I don't regret what I did but what I didn't say\n  And for this money I'm on a different wave\n  It's why I ain't written in this will when I say I'm on his estate\n  It comes arms well I've got an entourage like Vinny Chase\n  This ain't Chiraq, we don't need a .38\n  Just two young g's, one Nike pouch and his little blade\n  And if you live that day, give thanks to your God\n  'Cause there isn't one prayer mummy didn't say\n  Still wonder what my dad would say\n  And it's fucked 'cause I just wanted us to bond\n  Like Sean Connery and Daniel Craig\n\n  No first steps, nah, my daddy couldn't see me cry\n  I'm still searching for the reason why\n  I was 6 months old at a bus stop\n  My mum, no home struggling to ketamine like a legal high\n  When so volatile, look over the reasons why\n  People die, man this beef never sleeps or slides\n  Man are dying over minor violations\n  So I keep the beef and the bread separate like TGI's\n\n  They touch us and we pay 'em back like it's PPI\n  Fuck it, let's ride, get animated like CGI\n  Dead being a hype man\n  Can't find my man and then I'll settle for his right hand\n  You can't buy heart remember\n\n  Hawk eye, you think these undercover cars could get us\n  Or that I can't spot the bacon in the passing Vectras\n  Don't you find it funny that I study law\n  And still recruit young fraud stars like I'm Harvey Specter\n  Hot headed, I swear that I had a dream though\n  A young fire before I had spoken with Avelino\n  And nowadays music's got my schedule looking hectic\n  I ain't got a timeline, I'm Travolta with Tarantino\n\n  Look, I ain't slacking, it's money over passion\n  I mean passion over money, hate this money with a passion\n  Money is just a paper\n  I 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mess right, and if that catty doesn't fuck me the third time\n  With no strings attached like a test drive\n  I'm telling her I'm cutting in the next five\n\n  All communication breaking down like an enzyme\n  My second's the most precious commodity I invest time\n  I was late every day straight for three years\n  Guess that's two ways that I could never make a deadline\n  I was out in Powerleague Norbury in my north face camo\n  In the rain, hail, sleet, with my football in a deadline\n  Scraping by on pennies, trying to link a jezzy\n  On my 8520 and I couldn't link one\n\n  Squares was a game\n  Had me all stressed\n  Got finessed by my main\n  And he didn't get touched\n  Had me sitting there pissed\n  Thinking 'bout my people\n  All the times that we missed\n  Like have you ever lost love?\n\n  Have you ever had a guy that would die so you live in a cage\n  Kept away from your brother and your mum\n  In my world you're unsure to the people you can trust\n  And when you lose the only person that was there from the jump\n  I'm as humble as they come\n  And I ain't changed from the knife and the cypher\n  To the shotgun shells in the party with a pump\n  Ask Edem, ask Paddy\n\n  With squares I had strikers but I'm more like Ibra\n  Over Vardy when it's beef\n  Because I hardly ever run I've got pride\n  I've seen man running for their life\n  Get caught, now they're covering their heart and their lungs\n  With their arms on his ones 'cause his right hand panicked\n  And I don't even blame him\n\n  Seen a man scream while he bleeds on the pavement\n  Guts in his hands, civilians with tissue putting pressure where the pain is\n  The panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds\n  Like your body shuts down when your organs start failing\n  Knife crime dangerous, next day famous\n  Give it six years they won't remember what your name is\n  Everything changes when your case isn't relevant\n\n  And all the guys who claim they would ride in your name\n  Looking lost, them boys don't have half the heart to settle it\n  I've seen a whole class end up dead or in jail\n  Ask Scales about times he was chilling with my brother\n  In a chicken shop opposite the entrance to Tennyson's\n  Everybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\n  We've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n\n  You ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\n  Too lazy to work so you want to own a business\n  Or a clothing line, no vision\n  You can't cut corners in a line of life\n  Karma's like the tightest vice, I'm running on my own\n  CCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your phone\n\n  If they catch me going home\n  Looking for another young rapper to expose\n  I'm probably cutting from the scene\n  'Cause with the evidence they gain I'm getting more than just assault\n  I ain't living for the 'Gram, man are snitching on the cam\n  If I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's the man\n  I can't win, there's no way I'm handling that\n\n  If I 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your fucking mouth and make p's\n[02:58.25] I used to let disrespect slide to make peace\n[03:00.59] Now it's like I'm stuck in two minds in my reaction\n[03:02.62] 'Cause my pride and my ego turned giant like James Dean\n[03:05.46] I'm a mess right, and if that catty doesn't fuck me the third time\n[03:08.47] With no strings attached like a test drive\n[03:10.45] I'm telling her I'm cutting in the next five\n[03:12.26] All communication breaking down like an enzyme\n[03:14.20] My second's the most precious commodity I invest time\n[03:16.77] I was late every day straight for three years\n[03:18.93] Guess that's two ways that I could never make a deadline\n[03:21.20] I was out in Powerleague Norbury in my north face camo\n[03:23.27] In the rain, hail, sleet, with my football in a deadline\n[03:25.65] Scraping by on pennies, trying to link a jezzy\n[03:27.92] On my 8520 and I couldn't link one\n[03:30.00] Squares was a game\n[03:31.45] Had me all stressed\n[03:32.21] Got finessed by my main\n[03:33.77] And he didn't get touched\n[03:34.61] Had me sitting there pissed\n[03:35.96] Thinking 'bout my people\n[03:36.98] All the times that we missed\n[03:37.99] Like have you ever lost love?\n[03:39.27] Have you ever had a guy that would die so you live in a cage\n[03:42.00] Kept away from your brother and your mum\n[03:43.83] In my world you're unsure to the people you can trust\n[03:46.11] And when you lose the only person that was there from the jump\n[03:48.11] I'm as humble as they come\n[03:49.68] And I ain't changed from the knife and the cypher\n[03:51.70] To the shotgun shells in the party with a pump\n[03:54.15] Ask Edem, ask Paddy\n[03:55.45] With squares I had strikers but I'm more like Ibra\n[03:57.65] Over Vardy when it's beef\n[03:58.55] Because I hardly ever run I've got pride\n[04:00.58] I've seen man running for their life\n[04:02.12] Get caught, now they're covering their heart and their lungs\n[04:04.22] With their arms on his ones 'cause his right hand panicked\n[04:06.73] And I don't even blame him\n[04:07.88] Seen a man scream while he bleeds on the pavement\n[04:10.43] Guts in his hands, civilians with tissue putting pressure where the pain is\n[04:13.40] The panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds\n[04:15.72] Like your body shuts down when your organs start failing\n[04:18.53] Knife crime dangerous, next day famous\n[04:20.58] Give it six years they won't remember what your name is\n[04:22.87] Everything changes when your case isn't relevant\n[04:24.85] And all the guys who claim they would ride in your name\n[04:27.29] Looking lost, them boys don't have half the heart to settle it\n[04:29.73] I've seen a whole class end up dead or in jail\n[04:31.97] Ask Scales about times he was chilling with my brother\n[04:33.96] In a chicken shop opposite the entrance to Tennyson's\n[04:36.55] Everybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\n[04:39.23] We've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n[04:42.15] You ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\n[04:44.24] Too lazy to work so you want to own a business\n[04:46.70] Or a clothing line, no vision\n[04:48.66] You can't cut corners in a line of life\n[04:50.68] Karma's like the tightest vice, I'm running on my own\n[04:52.71] CCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your phone\n[04:55.68] If they catch me going home\n[04:56.95] Looking for another young rapper to expose\n[04:59.21] I'm probably cutting from the scene\n[05:00.33] 'Cause with the evidence they gain I'm getting more than just assault\n[05:02.61] I ain't living for the 'Gram, man are snitching on the cam\n[05:05.17] If I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's the man\n[05:07.19] I can't win, there's no way I'm handling that\n[05:09.29] If I run then I'm a neek, but if I don't then I'm a fool\n[05:11.79] So on road I'm looking happy\n[05:12.82] But I'm screaming in my head having panic attacks\n[05:15.13] They got me anxious\n[05:15.98] I'm two wrong responses from a shanking at any given time\n[05:19.15] I been there and done that on many different nights\n[05:21.34] It's probably the reason, I got many different rhymes\n[05:23.60] I'm really livin' life\n[05:26.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Panic Attack\n  artist: Dave\n  album: Six Paths\n  duration_ms: 327000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '169'\n  start_ms: 4660\n  end_ms: 6680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 6680\n  end_ms: 17440\n- text: Look, I bet them boys think I'm panicking\n  start_ms: 17440\n  end_ms: 19540\n- text: Itching to see how I handle it\n  start_ms: 19540\n  end_ms: 21040\n- text: When snakes start rattling, calm\n  start_ms: 21040\n  end_ms: 22720\n- text: I can show you about harm\n  start_ms: 22720\n  end_ms: 23970\n- text: Put blades in the palms, half the length of my arm\n  start_ms: 23970\n  end_ms: 26180\n- text: I end up in a station and I'm staring into space like a mannequin in Clarks\n  start_ms: 26180\n  end_ms: 29700\n- text: I ain't 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And nowadays music's got my schedule looking hectic\n  I ain't got a timeline, I'm Travolta with Tarantino\n  Look, I ain't slacking, it's money over passion\n  I mean passion over money, hate this money with a passion\n  Money is just a paper\n  I got value of my assets, I got value of my mental\n  It's me, Fraser or 169 on an instrumental\n  I swear that'll make it rapping\n  Even if that kills me I swear that'll make it happen\n  On my digital piano until my hands bled literally\n  I was smashing keys 'til my fingers grew callus\n  How could I fear rappers?\n  I feel words, hear colours, defeat challenge\n  Give thanks to my synaesthesia\n  I ain't a rapper I'm a fucking genius\n  So when I see you don't panic\n  Remember what you said on the roads, there's no lacking\n  I don't wanna see you draw for your boot, there's no time\n  I'll jump out the passenger side like there's no traffic\n  Catch you with your girl or your mum, you'd do the same\n  So we'll take you to an inch of your life for all your chatting\n  Shut your fucking mouth and make p's\n  I used to let disrespect slide to make peace\n  Now it's like I'm stuck in two minds in my reaction\n  'Cause my pride and my ego turned giant like James Dean\n  I'm a mess right, and if that catty doesn't fuck me the third time\n  With no strings attached like a test drive\n  I'm telling her I'm cutting in the next 5\n  All communication breaking down like an enzyme\n  My second's the most precious commodity I invest time\n  I was late every day straight for three years\n  Guess that's two ways that I could never make a deadline\n  I was out in Powerleague Norbury in my North Face camo\n  In the rain, hail, sleet, with my football in a deadline\n  Scraping by on pennies, trying to link a jezzy\n  On my 8520 and I couldn't link one\n  Squares was a game\n  Had me all stressed\n  Got finessed by my main\n  And he didn't get touched\n  Had me sitting there pissed\n  Thinking 'bout my people\n  All the times that we missed\n  Like have you ever lost love?\n  Have you ever had a guy that would die so you live in a cage\n  Kept away from your brother and your mum\n  In my world you're unsure to the people you can trust\n  And when you lose the only person that was there from the jump\n  I'm as humble as they come\n  And I ain't changed from the knife and the cypher to the shotgun shells in the party with a pump\n  Ask Edem, ask Paddy\n  With squares I had strikers but I'm more like Ibra\n  Over Vardy when it's beef\n  Because I hardly ever run I've got pride\n  I've seen man running for their life\n  Get caught, now they're covering their heart and their lungs with their arms on his ones\n  'Cause his right hand panicked\n  And I don't even blame him\n  Seen a man scream while he bleeds on the pavement\n  Guts in his hands, civilians with tissue putting pressure where the pain is\n  The panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds\n  Like your body shuts down when your organs start failing\n  Knife crime dangerous, next day famous\n  Give it six years they won't remember what your name is\n  Everything changes when your case is irrelevant\n  And all the guys who claim they would ride in your name looking lost\n  them boys don't have half the heart to settle it\n  I've seen a whole class end up dead or in jail\n  Ask Scales about times he was chilling with my brother in a chicken shop\n  opposite the entrance to Tenison's\n  Everybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\n  We've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n  You ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\n  Too lazy to work so you want to own a business\n  Or a clothing line, no vision\n  You can't cut corners in a line of life\n  Karma's like the tightest vice\n  I'm running on my own\n  CCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your phone\n  If they catch me going home\n  Looking for another young rapper to expose\n  I'm probably cutting from the scene\n  'Cause with all the evidence they gain I'm getting more than just assault\n  I ain't living for the 'gram, man are snitching on the cam\n  If I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's the man\n  I can't win, there's no way I'm handling that\n  If I run then I'm a neek, but if I don't then I'm a fool\n  So on road I'm looking happy but I'm screaming in my head having panic attacks\n  They got me anxious\n  And two wrong responses from a shanking at any given time\n  I been there and done that on many different nights\n  It's probably the reason that I got many different rhymes\n  I'm really living life\n"},{"id":32895119,"name":"Panic Attack","trackName":"Panic Attack","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"Six Paths (EP)","duration":328.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"169\n\nLook, I bet them boys think I'm panicking\nItching to see how I handle it\nWhen snakes start rattling, calm\nI can show you about harm\nPut blades in the palms, half the length of my arm\nI end up in a station and I'm 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harm\n[00:23.85] Put blades in the palms, half the length of my arm\n[00:26.17] I end up in a station and I'm staring into space like a mannequin in Clarks\n[00:29.77] I ain't panicking, I ain't had a random change of heart\n[00:31.98] Cash points and cannabis\n[00:33.23] You cocaine snort, if you think I got caught\n[00:35.33] I'm kicking like a stallion\n[00:36.68] I lived in a yard where my mummy tried hard\n[00:38.76] For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate\n[00:41.42] Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa\n[00:43.47] If they knew I risked my free water, hot food and resources\n[00:46.02] Every day to dress nicer on a camera\n[00:48.16] I don't need your input, fuck you and your manager\n[00:50.20] Fuck him and his lame job\n[00:51.17] It's been two years, you're sitting in the same spot\n[00:53.63] Chilling in the same blocks\n[00:54.96] Me and you are different\n[00:55.96] You talk about beef\n[00:57.01] While I plan your route home bruv\n[00:58.29] I run up in your safe spot and leave the place taped off\n[01:00.63] It's deeper than the name drop\n[01:02.02] Real problems don't need discussions\n[01:03.77] I fear God and not repercussions\n[01:06.02] Look, I'm only angry at the choices that I didn't make\n[01:08.73] I don't regret what I did but what I didn't say\n[01:11.05] And for this money I'm on a different wave\n[01:13.03] It's why I ain't written in this will when I say I'm on his estate\n[01:15.49] It comes arms well I've got an entourage like Vinny Chase\n[01:18.19] This ain't Chiraq, we don't need a .38\n[01:20.19] Just two young g's, one Nike pouch and his little blade\n[01:22.76] And if you live that day, give thanks to your God\n[01:25.06] 'Cause there isn't one prayer mummy didn't say\n[01:26.93] Still wonder what my dad would say\n[01:28.34] And it's fucked 'cause I just wanted us to bond\n[01:30.04] Like Sean Connery and Daniel Craig\n[01:31.52] No first steps, nah, my daddy couldn't see me cry\n[01:34.07] I'm 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he was chilling with my brother\n[04:33.93] In a chicken shop opposite the entrance to Tennyson's\n[04:36.51] Everybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\n[04:39.25] We've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n[04:42.11] You ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\n[04:44.28] Too lazy to work so you want to own a business\n[04:46.71] Or a clothing line, no vision\n[04:48.66] You can't cut corners in a line of life\n[04:50.68] Karma's like the tightest vice, I'm running on my own\n[04:52.79] CCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your phone\n[04:55.67] If they catch me going home\n[04:56.91] Looking for another young rapper to expose\n[04:59.24] I'm probably cutting from the scene\n[05:00.31] 'Cause with the evidence they gain I'm getting more than just assault\n[05:02.61] I ain't living for the 'Gram, man are snitching on the cam\n[05:05.18] If I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's the man\n[05:07.11] I can't win, there's no way I'm handling that\n[05:09.25] If I run then I'm a neek, but if I don't then I'm a fool\n[05:11.75] So on road I'm looking happy\n[05:12.85] But I'm screaming in my head having panic attacks\n[05:15.16] They got me anxious\n[05:15.98] I'm two wrong responses from a shanking at any given time\n[05:19.12] I been there and done that on many different nights\n[05:21.32] It's probably the reason, I got many different rhymes\n[05:23.63] I'm really livin' life\n[05:25.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Panic Attack\n  artist: Dave\n  album: Six Paths (EP)\n  duration_ms: 328000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '169'\n  start_ms: 4660\n  end_ms: 6680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 6680\n  end_ms: 17450\n- text: Look, I bet them boys think I'm panicking\n  start_ms: 17450\n  end_ms: 19560\n- text: Itching to see how I handle it\n  start_ms: 19560\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: When snakes start rattling, calm\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 22780\n- text: I can show you about harm\n  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end_ms: 244260\n- text: With their arms on his ones 'cause his right hand panicked\n  start_ms: 244260\n  end_ms: 246790\n- text: And I don't even blame him\n  start_ms: 246790\n  end_ms: 247820\n- text: Seen a man scream while he bleeds on the pavement\n  start_ms: 247820\n  end_ms: 250460\n- text: Guts in his hands, civilians with tissue putting pressure where the pain is\n  start_ms: 250460\n  end_ms: 253470\n- text: The panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds\n  start_ms: 253470\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Like your body shuts down when your organs start failing\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 258460\n- text: Knife crime dangerous, next day famous\n  start_ms: 258460\n  end_ms: 260500\n- text: Give it six years they won't remember what your name is\n  start_ms: 260500\n  end_ms: 262870\n- text: Everything changes when your case isn't relevant\n  start_ms: 262870\n  end_ms: 264840\n- text: And all the guys who claim they would ride in your name\n  start_ms: 264840\n  end_ms: 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cocaine snort, if you think I got caught\n\n  I'm kicking like a stallion\n  I lived in a yard where my mummy tried hard\n  For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate\n  Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa\n  If they knew I risked my free water, hot food and resources\n  Every day to dress nicer on a camera\n  I don't need your input, fuck you and your manager\n\n  Fuck him and his lame job\n  It's been two years, you're sitting in the same spot\n  Chilling in the same blocks\n  Me and you are different\n  You talk about beef\n  While I plan your route home bruv\n  I run up in your safe spot and leave the place taped off\n  It's deeper than the name drop\n  Real problems don't need discussions\n  I fear God and not repercussions\n\n  Look, I'm only angry at the choices that I didn't make\n  I don't regret what I did but what I didn't say\n  And for this money I'm on a different wave\n  It's why I ain't written in this will when I say I'm on his estate\n  It comes arms well I've got an entourage like Vinny Chase\n  This ain't Chiraq, we don't need a .38\n  Just two young g's, one Nike pouch and his little blade\n  And if you live that day, give thanks to your God\n  'Cause there isn't one prayer mummy didn't say\n  Still wonder what my dad would say\n  And it's fucked 'cause I just wanted us to bond\n  Like Sean Connery and Daniel Craig\n\n  No first steps, nah, my daddy couldn't see me cry\n  I'm still searching for the reason why\n  I was 6 months old at a bus stop\n  My mum, no home struggling to ketamine like a legal high\n  When so volatile, look over the reasons why\n  People die, man this beef never sleeps or slides\n  Man are dying over minor violations\n  So I keep the beef and the bread separate like TGI's\n\n  They touch us and we pay 'em back like it's PPI\n  Fuck it, let's ride, get animated like CGI\n  Dead being a hype man\n  Can't find my man and then I'll settle for his right hand\n  You can't buy heart remember\n\n  Hawk eye, you think these undercover cars could get us\n  Or that I can't spot the bacon in the passing Vectras\n  Don't you find it funny that I study law\n  And still recruit young fraud stars like I'm Harvey Specter\n  Hot headed, I swear that I had a dream though\n  A young fire before I had spoken with Avelino\n  And nowadays music's got my schedule looking hectic\n  I ain't got a timeline, I'm Travolta with Tarantino\n\n  Look, I ain't slacking, it's money over passion\n  I mean passion over money, hate this money with a passion\n  Money is just a paper\n  I got value of my assets, I got value of my mental\n  It's me, Fraser or 169 on an instrumental\n  I swear that'll make it rapping\n  Even if that kills me I swear that'll make it happen\n  On my digital piano until my hands bled literally\n  I was smashing keys 'til my fingers grew callus\n\n  How could I fear rappers?\n  I feel words, hear colours, defeat challenge\n  Give thanks to my synaesthesia\n  I ain't a rapper I'm a fucking genius\n  So when I see you don't panic\n\n  Remember what you said on the roads, there's no lacking\n  I don't wanna see you draw for your boot, there's no time\n  I'll jump out the passenger side like there's no traffic\n  Catch you with your girl or your mum, you'd do the same\n  So we'll take you to an inch of your life for all your chatting\n\n  Shut your fucking mouth and make p's\n  I used to let disrespect slide to make peace\n  Now it's like I'm stuck in two minds in my reaction\n  'Cause my pride and my ego turned giant like James Dean\n  I'm a mess right, and if that catty doesn't fuck me the third time\n  With no strings attached like a test drive\n  I'm telling her I'm cutting in the next five\n\n  All communication breaking down like an enzyme\n  My second's the most precious commodity I invest time\n  I was late every day straight for three years\n  Guess that's two ways that I could never make a deadline\n  I was out in Powerleague Norbury in my north face 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lungs\n  With their arms on his ones 'cause his right hand panicked\n  And I don't even blame him\n\n  Seen a man scream while he bleeds on the pavement\n  Guts in his hands, civilians with tissue putting pressure where the pain is\n  The panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds\n  Like your body shuts down when your organs start failing\n  Knife crime dangerous, next day famous\n  Give it six years they won't remember what your name is\n  Everything changes when your case isn't relevant\n\n  And all the guys who claim they would ride in your name\n  Looking lost, them boys don't have half the heart to settle it\n  I've seen a whole class end up dead or in jail\n  Ask Scales about times he was chilling with my brother\n  In a chicken shop opposite the entrance to Tennyson's\n  Everybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\n  We've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n\n  You ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\n  Too lazy to work so you want to own 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day to dress nicer on a camera\n[00:48.16] I don't need your input, fuck you and your manager\n[00:50.20] Fuck him and his lame job\n[00:51.17] It's been two years, you're sitting in the same spot\n[00:53.63] Chilling in the same blocks\n[00:54.96] Me and you are different\n[00:55.96] You talk about beef\n[00:57.01] While I plan your route home bruv\n[00:58.29] I run up in your safe spot and leave the place taped off\n[01:00.63] It's deeper than the name drop\n[01:02.02] Real problems don't need discussions\n[01:03.77] I fear God and not repercussions\n[01:06.02] Look, I'm only angry at the choices that I didn't make\n[01:08.73] I don't regret what I did but what I didn't say\n[01:11.05] And for this money I'm on a different wave\n[01:13.03] It's why I ain't written in this will when I say I'm on his estate\n[01:15.49] It comes arms well I've got an entourage like Vinny Chase\n[01:18.19] This ain't Chiraq, we don't need a .38\n[01:20.19] Just two young g's, one Nike pouch and his 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I'm panicking\n  Itching to see how I handle it\n  When snakes start rattling, calm\n  I can show you about harm\n  Put blades in the palms, half the length of my arm\n  I end up in a station and I'm staring into space like a mannequin in Clarks\n  I ain't panicking, I ain't had a random change of heart\n  Cash points and cannabis\n  You cocaine snort, if you think I got caught\n\n  I'm kicking like a stallion\n  I lived in a yard where my mummy tried hard\n  For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate\n  Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa\n  If they knew I risked my free water, hot food and resources\n  Every day to dress nicer on a camera\n  I don't need your input, fuck you and your manager\n\n  Fuck him and his lame job\n  It's been two years, you're sitting in the same spot\n  Chilling in the same blocks\n  Me and you are different\n  You talk about beef\n  While I plan your route home bruv\n  I run up in your safe spot and leave the place taped off\n 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instrumental\n  I swear that'll make it rapping\n  Even if that kills me I swear that'll make it happen\n  On my digital piano until my hands bled literally\n  I was smashing keys 'til my fingers grew callus\n\n  How could I fear rappers?\n  I feel words, hear colours, defeat challenge\n  Give thanks to my synaesthesia\n  I ain't a rapper I'm a fucking genius\n  So when I see you don't panic\n\n  Remember what you said on the roads, there's no lacking\n  I don't wanna see you draw for your boot, there's no time\n  I'll jump out the passenger side like there's no traffic\n  Catch you with your girl or your mum, you'd do the same\n  So we'll take you to an inch of your life for all your chatting\n\n  Shut your fucking mouth and make p's\n  I used to let disrespect slide to make peace\n  Now it's like I'm stuck in two minds in my reaction\n  'Cause my pride and my ego turned giant like James Dean\n  I'm a mess right, and if that catty doesn't fuck me the third time\n  With no strings 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ain't changed from the knife and the cypher\n  To the shotgun shells in the party with a pump\n  Ask Edem, ask Paddy\n\n  With squares I had strikers but I'm more like Ibra\n  Over Vardy when it's beef\n  Because I hardly ever run I've got pride\n  I've seen man running for their life\n  Get caught, now they're covering their heart and their lungs\n  With their arms on his ones 'cause his right hand panicked\n  And I don't even blame him\n\n  Seen a man scream while he bleeds on the pavement\n  Guts in his hands, civilians with tissue putting pressure where the pain is\n  The panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds\n  Like your body shuts down when your organs start failing\n  Knife crime dangerous, next day famous\n  Give it six years they won't remember what your name is\n  Everything changes when your case isn't relevant\n\n  And all the guys who claim they would ride in your name\n  Looking lost, them boys don't have half the heart to settle it\n  I've seen a whole class end up dead or in jail\n  Ask Scales about times he was chilling with my brother\n  In a chicken shop opposite the entrance to Tennyson's\n  Everybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\n  We've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n\n  You ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\n  Too lazy to work so you want to own a business\n  Or a clothing line, no vision\n  You can't cut corners in a line of life\n  Karma's like the tightest vice, I'm running on my own\n  CCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your phone\n\n  If they catch me going home\n  Looking for another young rapper to expose\n  I'm probably cutting from the scene\n  'Cause with the evidence they gain I'm getting more than just assault\n  I ain't living for the 'Gram, man are snitching on the cam\n  If I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's the man\n  I can't win, there's no way I'm handling that\n\n  If I run then I'm a neek, but if I don't then I'm a fool\n  So on road I'm looking 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think I got caught\n[00:35.33] I'm kicking like a stallion\n[00:36.68] I lived in a yard where my mummy tried hard\n[00:38.76] For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate\n[00:41.42] Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa\n[00:43.47] If they knew I risked my free water, hot food and resources\n[00:46.02] Every day to dress nicer on a camera\n[00:48.16] I don't need your input, fuck you and your manager\n[00:50.20] Fuck him and his lame job\n[00:51.17] It's been two years, you're sitting in the same spot\n[00:53.63] Chilling in the same blocks\n[00:54.96] Me and you are different\n[00:55.96] You talk about beef\n[00:57.01] While I plan your route home bruv\n[00:58.29] I run up in your safe spot and leave the place taped off\n[01:00.63] It's deeper than the name drop\n[01:02.02] Real problems don't need discussions\n[01:03.77] I fear God and not repercussions\n[01:06.02] Look, I'm only angry at the choices that I didn't make\n[01:08.73] I don't regret what I did 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violations\n[01:47.46] So I keep the beef and the bread separate like TGI's\n[01:49.97] They touch us and we pay 'em back like it's PPI\n[01:52.07] Fuck it, let's ride, get animated like CGI\n[01:54.33] Dead being a hype man\n[01:55.30] Can't find my man and then I'll settle for his right hand\n[01:57.73] You can't buy heart remember\n[01:59.10] Hawk eye, you think these undercover cars could get us\n[02:01.42] Or that I can't spot the bacon in the passing Vectras\n[02:03.93] Don't you find it funny that I study law\n[02:05.74] And still recruit young fraud stars like I'm Harvey Specter\n[02:08.34] Hot headed, I swear that I had a dream though\n[02:10.32] A young fire before I had spoken with Avelino\n[02:12.47] And nowadays music's got my schedule looking hectic\n[02:14.58] I ain't got a timeline, I'm Travolta with Tarantino\n[02:16.86] Look, I ain't slacking, it's money over passion\n[02:19.19] I mean passion over money, hate this money with a passion\n[02:21.47] Money is just a 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fire before I had spoken with Avelino\n  And nowadays music's got my schedule looking hectic\n  I ain't got a timeline, I'm Travolta with Tarantino\n\n  Look, I ain't slacking, it's money over passion\n  I mean passion over money, hate this money with a passion\n  Money is just a paper\n  I got value of my assets, I got value of my mental\n  It's me, Fraser or 169 on an instrumental\n  I swear that'll make it rapping\n  Even if that kills me I swear that'll make it happen\n  On my digital piano until my hands bled literally\n  I was smashing keys 'til my fingers grew callus\n\n  How could I fear rappers?\n  I feel words, hear colours, defeat challenge\n  Give thanks to my synaesthesia\n  I ain't a rapper I'm a fucking genius\n  So when I see you don't panic\n\n  Remember what you said on the roads, there's no lacking\n  I don't wanna see you draw for your boot, there's no time\n  I'll jump out the passenger side like there's no traffic\n  Catch you with your girl or your mum, you'd do 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pissed\n  Thinking 'bout my people\n  All the times that we missed\n  Like have you ever lost love?\n\n  Have you ever had a guy that would die so you live in a cage\n  Kept away from your brother and your mum\n  In my world you're unsure to the people you can trust\n  And when you lose the only person that was there from the jump\n  I'm as humble as they come\n  And I ain't changed from the knife and the cypher\n  To the shotgun shells in the party with a pump\n  Ask Edem, ask Paddy\n\n  With squares I had strikers but I'm more like Ibra\n  Over Vardy when it's beef\n  Because I hardly ever run I've got pride\n  I've seen man running for their life\n  Get caught, now they're covering their heart and their lungs\n  With their arms on his ones 'cause his right hand panicked\n  And I don't even blame him\n\n  Seen a man scream while he bleeds on the pavement\n  Guts in his hands, civilians with tissue putting pressure where the pain is\n  The panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds\n  Like your body shuts down when your organs start failing\n  Knife crime dangerous, next day famous\n  Give it six years they won't remember what your name is\n  Everything changes when your case isn't relevant\n\n  And all the guys who claim they would ride in your name\n  Looking lost, them boys don't have half the heart to settle it\n  I've seen a whole class end up dead or in jail\n  Ask Scales about times he was chilling with my brother\n  In a chicken shop opposite the entrance to Tennyson's\n  Everybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\n  We've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n\n  You ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\n  Too lazy to work so you want to own a business\n  Or a clothing line, no vision\n  You can't cut corners in a line of life\n  Karma's like the tightest vice, I'm running on my own\n  CCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your phone\n\n  If they catch me going home\n  Looking for another young rapper to expose\n  I'm probably cutting from the scene\n  'Cause with the evidence they gain I'm getting more than just assault\n  I ain't living for the 'Gram, man are snitching on the cam\n  If I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's the man\n  I can't win, there's no way I'm handling that\n\n  If I run then I'm a neek, but if I don't then I'm a fool\n  So on road I'm looking happy\n  But I'm screaming in my head having panic attacks\n  They got me anxious\n  I'm two wrong responses from a shanking at any given time\n  I been there and done that on many different nights\n  It's probably the reason, I got many different rhymes\n  I'm really livin' life\n"},{"id":36195761,"name":"Panic Attack","trackName":"Panic Attack","artistName":"Santan Dave","albumName":"Six Paths","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"169\n\nLook, I bet them boys think I'm panicking\nItching to see how I handle it\nWhen snakes start rattling, calm\nI can show you about harm\nPut blades in the palms, half the length of my arm\nI end up in a station and I'm staring into space like a mannequin in Clarks\nI ain't panicking, I ain't had a random change of heart\nCash points and cannabis\nYou cocaine snort, if you think I got caught\n\nI'm kicking like a stallion\nI lived in a yard where my mummy tried hard\nFor all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate\nProbably be killed by my cousins back in Africa\nIf they knew I risked my free water, hot food and resources\nEvery day to dress nicer on a camera\nI don't need your input, fuck you and your manager\n\nFuck him and his lame job\nIt's been two years, you're sitting in the same spot\nChilling in the same blocks\nMe and you are different\nYou talk about beef\nWhile I plan your route home bruv\nI run up in your safe spot and leave the place taped off\nIt's deeper than the name drop\nReal problems don't need discussions\nI fear God and not repercussions\n\nLook, I'm only angry at the choices that I didn't make\nI 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panic\n[02:43.46] Remember what you said on the roads, there's no lacking\n[02:45.59] I don't wanna see you draw for your boot, there's no time\n[02:47.78] I'll jump out the passenger side like there's no traffic\n[02:50.10] Catch you with your girl or your mum, you'd do the same\n[02:52.19] So we'll take you to an inch of your life for all your chatting\n[02:56.46] Shut your fucking mouth and make p's\n[02:58.24] I used to let disrespect slide to make peace\n[03:00.59] Now it's like I'm stuck in two minds in my reaction\n[03:02.69] 'Cause my pride and my ego turned giant like James Dean\n[03:05.43] I'm a mess right, and if that catty doesn't fuck me the third time\n[03:08.40] With no strings attached like a test drive\n[03:10.46] I'm telling her I'm cutting in the next five\n[03:12.29] All communication breaking down like an enzyme\n[03:14.27] My second's the most precious commodity I invest time\n[03:16.79] I was late every day straight for three years\n[03:18.94] Guess that's two 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pump\n[03:54.15] Ask Edem, ask Paddy\n[03:55.44] With squares I had strikers but I'm more like Ibra\n[03:57.64] Over Vardy when it's beef\n[03:58.54] Because I hardly ever run I've got pride\n[04:00.54] I've seen man running for their life\n[04:02.18] Get caught, now they're covering their heart and their lungs\n[04:04.25] With their arms on his ones 'cause his right hand panicked\n[04:06.71] And I don't even blame him\n[04:07.87] Seen a man scream while he bleeds on the pavement\n[04:10.42] Guts in his hands, civilians with tissue putting pressure where the pain is\n[04:13.42] The panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds\n[04:15.74] Like your body shuts down when your organs start failing\n[04:18.46] Knife crime dangerous, next day famous\n[04:20.57] Give it six years they won't remember what your name is\n[04:22.89] Everything changes when your case isn't relevant\n[04:24.89] And all the guys who claim they would ride in your name\n[04:27.22] Looking lost, them boys don't have half the heart to settle it\n[04:29.72] I've seen a whole class end up dead or in jail\n[04:31.98] Ask Scales about times he was chilling with my brother\n[04:33.99] In a chicken shop opposite the entrance to Tennyson's\n[04:36.51] Everybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\n[04:39.20] We've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n[04:42.16] You ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\n[04:44.24] Too lazy to work so you want to own a business\n[04:46.76] Or a clothing line, no vision\n[04:48.62] You can't cut corners in a line of life\n[04:50.65] Karma's like the tightest vice, I'm running on my own\n[04:52.75] CCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your phone\n[04:55.68] If they catch me going home\n[04:56.98] Looking for another young rapper to expose\n[04:59.27] I'm probably cutting from the scene\n[05:00.37] 'Cause with the evidence they gain I'm getting more than just assault\n[05:02.66] I ain't living for the 'Gram, man are snitching on the cam\n[05:05.12] If I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's the man\n[05:07.12] I can't win, there's no way I'm handling that\n[05:09.25] If I run then I'm a neek, but if I don't then I'm a fool\n[05:11.74] So on road I'm looking happy\n[05:12.88] But I'm screaming in my head having panic attacks\n[05:15.16] They got me anxious\n[05:15.99] I'm two wrong responses from a shanking at any given time\n[05:19.12] I been there and done that on many different nights\n[05:21.38] It's probably the reason, I got many different rhymes\n[05:23.63] I'm really livin' life\n[05:25.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Panic Attack\n  artist: Santan Dave\n  album: Six Paths\n  duration_ms: 326000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '169'\n  start_ms: 4610\n  end_ms: 6680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 6680\n  end_ms: 17490\n- text: Look, I bet them boys think I'm panicking\n  start_ms: 17490\n  end_ms: 19590\n- text: Itching to see how I handle it\n  start_ms: 19590\n  end_ms: 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262890\n  end_ms: 264890\n- text: And all the guys who claim they would ride in your name\n  start_ms: 264890\n  end_ms: 267220\n- text: Looking lost, them boys don't have half the heart to settle it\n  start_ms: 267220\n  end_ms: 269720\n- text: I've seen a whole class end up dead or in jail\n  start_ms: 269720\n  end_ms: 271980\n- text: Ask Scales about times he was chilling with my brother\n  start_ms: 271980\n  end_ms: 273990\n- text: In a chicken shop opposite the entrance to Tennyson's\n  start_ms: 273990\n  end_ms: 276510\n- text: Everybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\n  start_ms: 276510\n  end_ms: 279200\n- text: We've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n  start_ms: 279200\n  end_ms: 282160\n- text: You ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\n  start_ms: 282160\n  end_ms: 284240\n- text: Too lazy to work so you want to own a business\n  start_ms: 284240\n  end_ms: 286760\n- text: Or a clothing line, no vision\n  start_ms: 286760\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: You can't cut corners in a line of life\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290650\n- text: Karma's like the tightest vice, I'm running on my own\n  start_ms: 290650\n  end_ms: 292750\n- text: CCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your phone\n  start_ms: 292750\n  end_ms: 295680\n- text: If they catch me going home\n  start_ms: 295680\n  end_ms: 296980\n- text: Looking for another young rapper to expose\n  start_ms: 296980\n  end_ms: 299270\n- text: I'm probably cutting from the scene\n  start_ms: 299270\n  end_ms: 300370\n- text: '''Cause with the evidence they gain I''m getting more than just assault'\n  start_ms: 300370\n  end_ms: 302660\n- text: I ain't living for the 'Gram, man are snitching on the cam\n  start_ms: 302660\n  end_ms: 305120\n- text: If I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's the man\n  start_ms: 305120\n  end_ms: 307120\n- text: I can't win, there's no way I'm handling that\n  start_ms: 307120\n  end_ms: 309250\n- text: If I run 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space like a mannequin in Clarks\n  I ain't panicking, I ain't had a random change of heart\n  Cash points and cannabis\n  You cocaine snort, if you think I got caught\n\n  I'm kicking like a stallion\n  I lived in a yard where my mummy tried hard\n  For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate\n  Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa\n  If they knew I risked my free water, hot food and resources\n  Every day to dress nicer on a camera\n  I don't need your input, fuck you and your manager\n\n  Fuck him and his lame job\n  It's been two years, you're sitting in the same spot\n  Chilling in the same blocks\n  Me and you are different\n  You talk about beef\n  While I plan your route home bruv\n  I run up in your safe spot and leave the place taped off\n  It's deeper than the name drop\n  Real problems don't need discussions\n  I fear God and not repercussions\n\n  Look, I'm only angry at the choices that I didn't make\n  I don't regret what I did but what I 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CGI\n  Dead being a hype man\n  Can't find my man and then I'll settle for his right hand\n  You can't buy heart remember\n\n  Hawk eye, you think these undercover cars could get us\n  Or that I can't spot the bacon in the passing Vectras\n  Don't you find it funny that I study law\n  And still recruit young fraud stars like I'm Harvey Specter\n  Hot headed, I swear that I had a dream though\n  A young fire before I had spoken with Avelino\n  And nowadays music's got my schedule looking hectic\n  I ain't got a timeline, I'm Travolta with Tarantino\n\n  Look, I ain't slacking, it's money over passion\n  I mean passion over money, hate this money with a passion\n  Money is just a paper\n  I got value of my assets, I got value of my mental\n  It's me, Fraser or 169 on an instrumental\n  I swear that'll make it rapping\n  Even if that kills me I swear that'll make it happen\n  On my digital piano until my hands bled literally\n  I was smashing keys 'til my fingers grew callus\n\n  How could I fear rappers?\n  I feel words, hear colours, defeat challenge\n  Give thanks to my synaesthesia\n  I ain't a rapper I'm a fucking genius\n  So when I see you don't panic\n\n  Remember what you said on the roads, there's no lacking\n  I don't wanna see you draw for your boot, there's no time\n  I'll jump out the passenger side like there's no traffic\n  Catch you with your girl or your mum, you'd do the same\n  So we'll take you to an inch of your life for all your chatting\n\n  Shut your fucking mouth and make p's\n  I used to let disrespect slide to make peace\n  Now it's like I'm stuck in two minds in my reaction\n  'Cause my pride and my ego turned giant like James Dean\n  I'm a mess right, and if that catty doesn't fuck me the third time\n  With no strings attached like a test drive\n  I'm telling her I'm cutting in the next five\n\n  All communication breaking down like an enzyme\n  My second's the most precious commodity I invest time\n  I was late every day straight for three years\n  Guess that's two ways that I could never make a deadline\n  I was out in Powerleague Norbury in my north face camo\n  In the rain, hail, sleet, with my football in a deadline\n  Scraping by on pennies, trying to link a jezzy\n  On my 8520 and I couldn't link one\n\n  Squares was a game\n  Had me all stressed\n  Got finessed by my main\n  And he didn't get touched\n  Had me sitting there pissed\n  Thinking 'bout my people\n  All the times that we missed\n  Like have you ever lost love?\n\n  Have you ever had a guy that would die so you live in a cage\n  Kept away from your brother and your mum\n  In my world you're unsure to the people you can trust\n  And when you lose the only person that was there from the jump\n  I'm as humble as they come\n  And I ain't changed from the knife and the cypher\n  To the shotgun shells in the party with a pump\n  Ask Edem, ask Paddy\n\n  With squares I had strikers but I'm more like Ibra\n  Over Vardy when it's beef\n  Because I hardly ever run I've got pride\n  I've seen man running for their life\n  Get caught, now they're covering their heart and their lungs\n  With their arms on his ones 'cause his right hand panicked\n  And I don't even blame him\n\n  Seen a man scream while he bleeds on the pavement\n  Guts in his hands, civilians with tissue putting pressure where the pain is\n  The panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds\n  Like your body shuts down when your organs start failing\n  Knife crime dangerous, next day famous\n  Give it six years they won't remember what your name is\n  Everything changes when your case isn't relevant\n\n  And all the guys who claim they would ride in your name\n  Looking lost, them boys don't have half the heart to settle it\n  I've seen a whole class end up dead or in jail\n  Ask Scales about times he was chilling with my brother\n  In a chicken shop opposite the entrance to Tennyson's\n  Everybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\n  We've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n\n  You ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\n  Too lazy to work so you want to own a business\n  Or a clothing line, no vision\n  You can't cut corners in a line of life\n  Karma's like the tightest vice, I'm running on my own\n  CCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your phone\n\n  If they catch me going home\n  Looking for another young rapper to expose\n  I'm probably cutting from the scene\n  'Cause with the evidence they gain I'm getting more than just assault\n  I ain't living for the 'Gram, man are snitching on the cam\n  If I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's the man\n  I can't win, there's no way I'm handling that\n\n  If I run then I'm a neek, but if I don't then I'm a fool\n  So on road I'm looking happy\n  But I'm screaming in my head having panic attacks\n  They got me anxious\n  I'm two wrong responses from a shanking at any given time\n  I been there and done that on many different nights\n  It's probably the 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pride and my ego turned giant like James Dean\nI'm a mess right, and if that catty doesn't fuck me the third time\nWith no strings attached like a test drive\nI'm telling her I'm cutting in the next five\n\nAll communication breaking down like an enzyme\nMy second's the most precious commodity I invest time\nI was late every day straight for three years\nGuess that's two ways that I could never make a deadline\nI was out in Powerleague Norbury in my north face camo\nIn the rain, hail, sleet, with my football in a deadline\nScraping by on pennies, trying to link a jezzy\nOn my 8520 and I couldn't link one\n\nSquares was a game\nHad me all stressed\nGot finessed by my main\nAnd he didn't get touched\nHad me sitting there pissed\nThinking 'bout my people\nAll the times that we missed\nLike have you ever lost love?\n\nHave you ever had a guy that would die so you live in a cage\nKept away from your brother and your mum\nIn my world you're unsure to the people you can trust\nAnd when you lose the only person that was there from the jump\nI'm as humble as they come\nAnd I ain't changed from the knife and the cypher\nTo the shotgun shells in the party with a pump\nAsk Edem, ask Paddy\n\nWith squares I had strikers but I'm more like Ibra\nOver Vardy when it's beef\nBecause I hardly ever run I've got pride\nI've seen man running for their life\nGet caught, now they're covering their heart and their lungs\nWith their arms on his ones 'cause his right hand panicked\nAnd I don't even blame him\n\nSeen a man scream while he bleeds on the pavement\nGuts in his hands, civilians with tissue putting pressure where the pain is\nThe panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds\nLike your body shuts down when your organs start failing\nKnife crime dangerous, next day famous\nGive it six years they won't remember what your name is\nEverything changes when your case isn't relevant\n\nAnd all the guys who claim they would ride in your name\nLooking lost, them boys don't have half the heart to settle it\nI've seen a whole class end up dead or in jail\nAsk Scales about times he was chilling with my brother\nIn a chicken shop opposite the entrance to Tennyson's\nEverybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\nWe've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n\nYou ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\nToo lazy to work so you want to own a business\nOr a clothing line, no vision\nYou can't cut corners in a line of life\nKarma's like the tightest vice, I'm running on my own\nCCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your phone\n\nIf they catch me going home\nLooking for another young rapper to expose\nI'm probably cutting from the scene\n'Cause with the evidence they gain I'm getting more than just assault\nI ain't living for the 'Gram, man are snitching on the cam\nIf I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's the man\nI can't win, there's no way I'm handling that\n\nIf I run then I'm a neek, but if I don't then I'm a fool\nSo on road I'm looking happy\nBut I'm screaming in my head having panic attacks\nThey got me anxious\nI'm two wrong responses from a shanking at any given time\nI been there and done that on many different nights\nIt's probably the reason, I got many different rhymes\nI'm really livin' life","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.61] 169\n[00:06.68] \n[00:17.49] Look, I bet them boys think I'm panicking\n[00:19.59] Itching to see how I handle it\n[00:21.06] When snakes start rattling, calm\n[00:22.75] I can show you about harm\n[00:23.90] Put blades in the palms, half the length of my arm\n[00:26.14] I end up in a station and I'm staring into space like a mannequin in Clarks\n[00:29.71] I ain't panicking, I ain't had a random change of heart\n[00:31.99] Cash points and cannabis\n[00:33.25] You cocaine snort, if you think I got caught\n[00:35.32] I'm kicking like a stallion\n[00:36.62] I lived in a yard where my mummy tried hard\n[00:38.74] For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate\n[00:41.48] Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa\n[00:43.44] If they knew I risked my free water, hot food and resources\n[00:46.08] Every day to dress nicer on a camera\n[00:48.14] I don't need your input, fuck you and your manager\n[00:50.24] Fuck him and his lame job\n[00:51.19] It's been two years, you're sitting in the same spot\n[00:53.69] Chilling in the same blocks\n[00:54.95] Me and you are different\n[00:55.94] You talk about beef\n[00:57.01] While I plan your route home bruv\n[00:58.23] I run up in your safe spot and leave the place taped off\n[01:00.66] It's deeper than the name drop\n[01:02.05] Real problems don't need discussions\n[01:03.75] I fear God and not repercussions\n[01:06.00] Look, I'm only angry at the choices that I didn't make\n[01:08.76] I don't regret what I did but what I didn't say\n[01:11.01] And for this money I'm on a different wave\n[01:13.09] It's why I ain't written in this will when I say I'm on his estate\n[01:15.46] It comes arms well I've got an entourage like Vinny Chase\n[01:18.18] This ain't Chiraq, we don't need a .38\n[01:20.17] Just two young g's, one Nike pouch and his little blade\n[01:22.72] And if you live that day, give thanks to your God\n[01:25.02] 'Cause there isn't one prayer mummy didn't say\n[01:26.97] Still wonder what my dad would say\n[01:28.36] And it's fucked 'cause I just wanted us to bond\n[01:30.04] Like Sean Connery and Daniel Craig\n[01:31.56] No first steps, nah, my daddy couldn't see me cry\n[01:34.01] I'm still searching for the reason why\n[01:35.76] I was 6 months old at a bus stop\n[01:37.58] My mum, no home struggling to ketamine like a legal high\n[01:40.56] When so volatile, look over the reasons why\n[01:43.15] People die, man this beef never sleeps or slides\n[01:45.33] Man are dying over minor violations\n[01:47.44] So I keep the beef and the bread separate like TGI's\n[01:49.90] They touch us and we pay 'em back like it's PPI\n[01:52.08] Fuck it, let's ride, get animated like CGI\n[01:54.34] Dead being a hype man\n[01:55.39] Can't find my man and then I'll settle for his right hand\n[01:57.73] You can't buy heart remember\n[01:59.18] Hawk eye, you think these undercover cars could get us\n[02:01.41] Or that I can't spot the bacon in the passing Vectras\n[02:03.96] Don't you find it funny that I study law\n[02:05.75] And still recruit young fraud stars like I'm Harvey Specter\n[02:08.36] Hot headed, I swear that I had a dream though\n[02:10.33] A young fire before I had spoken with Avelino\n[02:12.46] And nowadays music's got my schedule looking hectic\n[02:14.53] I ain't got a timeline, I'm Travolta with Tarantino\n[02:16.82] Look, I ain't slacking, it's money over passion\n[02:19.14] I mean passion over money, hate this money with a passion\n[02:21.40] Money is just a paper\n[02:22.61] I got value of my assets, I got value of my mental\n[02:25.01] It's me, Fraser or 169 on an instrumental\n[02:27.32] I swear that'll make it rapping\n[02:28.53] Even if that 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reasons why\n  start_ms: 100560\n  end_ms: 103150\n- text: People die, man this beef never sleeps or slides\n  start_ms: 103150\n  end_ms: 105330\n- text: Man are dying over minor violations\n  start_ms: 105330\n  end_ms: 107440\n- text: So I keep the beef and the bread separate like TGI's\n  start_ms: 107440\n  end_ms: 109900\n- text: They touch us and we pay 'em back like it's PPI\n  start_ms: 109900\n  end_ms: 112080\n- text: Fuck it, let's ride, get animated like CGI\n  start_ms: 112080\n  end_ms: 114340\n- text: Dead being a hype man\n  start_ms: 114340\n  end_ms: 115390\n- text: Can't find my man and then I'll settle for his right hand\n  start_ms: 115390\n  end_ms: 117730\n- text: You can't buy heart remember\n  start_ms: 117730\n  end_ms: 119180\n- text: Hawk eye, you think these undercover cars could get us\n  start_ms: 119180\n  end_ms: 121410\n- text: Or that I can't spot the bacon in the passing Vectras\n  start_ms: 121410\n  end_ms: 123960\n- text: Don't you find it funny that I study law\n  start_ms: 123960\n  end_ms: 125750\n- text: And still recruit young fraud stars like I'm Harvey Specter\n  start_ms: 125750\n  end_ms: 128360\n- text: Hot headed, I swear that I had a dream though\n  start_ms: 128360\n  end_ms: 130330\n- text: A young fire before I had spoken with Avelino\n  start_ms: 130330\n  end_ms: 132460\n- text: And nowadays music's got my schedule looking hectic\n  start_ms: 132460\n  end_ms: 134530\n- text: I ain't got a timeline, I'm Travolta with Tarantino\n  start_ms: 134530\n  end_ms: 136820\n- text: Look, I ain't slacking, it's money over passion\n  start_ms: 136820\n  end_ms: 139140\n- text: I mean passion over money, hate this money with a passion\n  start_ms: 139140\n  end_ms: 141400\n- text: Money is just a paper\n  start_ms: 141400\n  end_ms: 142610\n- text: I got value of my assets, I got value of my mental\n  start_ms: 142610\n  end_ms: 145010\n- text: It's me, Fraser or 169 on an instrumental\n  start_ms: 145010\n  end_ms: 147320\n- text: I swear that'll make it rapping\n  start_ms: 147320\n  end_ms: 148530\n- text: Even if that kills me I swear that'll make it happen\n  start_ms: 148530\n  end_ms: 150700\n- text: On my digital piano until my hands bled literally\n  start_ms: 150700\n  end_ms: 152990\n- text: I was smashing keys 'til my fingers grew callus\n  start_ms: 152990\n  end_ms: 155270\n- text: How could I fear rappers?\n  start_ms: 155270\n  end_ms: 156660\n- text: I feel words, hear colours, defeat challenge\n  start_ms: 156660\n  end_ms: 158600\n- text: Give thanks to my synaesthesia\n  start_ms: 158600\n  end_ms: 160230\n- text: I ain't a rapper I'm a fucking genius\n  start_ms: 160230\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: So when I see you don't panic\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 163460\n- text: Remember what you said on the roads, there's no lacking\n  start_ms: 163460\n  end_ms: 165590\n- text: I don't wanna see you draw for your boot, there's no time\n  start_ms: 165590\n  end_ms: 167780\n- text: I'll jump out the passenger side like there's no traffic\n  start_ms: 167780\n  end_ms: 170100\n- text: Catch you with your girl or your mum, you'd do the same\n  start_ms: 170100\n  end_ms: 172190\n- text: So we'll take you to an inch of your life for all your chatting\n  start_ms: 172190\n  end_ms: 176460\n- text: Shut your fucking mouth and make p's\n  start_ms: 176460\n  end_ms: 178240\n- text: I used to let disrespect slide to make peace\n  start_ms: 178240\n  end_ms: 180590\n- text: Now it's like I'm stuck in two minds in my reaction\n  start_ms: 180590\n  end_ms: 182690\n- text: '''Cause my pride and my ego turned giant like James Dean'\n  start_ms: 182690\n  end_ms: 185430\n- text: I'm a mess right, and if that catty doesn't fuck me the third time\n  start_ms: 185430\n  end_ms: 188400\n- text: With no strings attached like a test drive\n  start_ms: 188400\n  end_ms: 190460\n- text: I'm telling her I'm cutting in the next five\n  start_ms: 190460\n  end_ms: 192290\n- text: All communication breaking down like an enzyme\n  start_ms: 192290\n  end_ms: 194270\n- text: My second's the most precious commodity I invest time\n  start_ms: 194270\n  end_ms: 196790\n- text: I was late every day straight for three years\n  start_ms: 196790\n  end_ms: 198940\n- text: Guess that's two ways that I could never make a deadline\n  start_ms: 198940\n  end_ms: 201200\n- text: I was out in Powerleague Norbury in my north face camo\n  start_ms: 201200\n  end_ms: 203210\n- text: In the rain, hail, sleet, with my football in a deadline\n  start_ms: 203210\n  end_ms: 205690\n- text: Scraping by on pennies, trying to link a jezzy\n  start_ms: 205690\n  end_ms: 207910\n- text: On my 8520 and I couldn't link one\n  start_ms: 207910\n  end_ms: 210020\n- text: Squares was a game\n  start_ms: 210020\n  end_ms: 211400\n- text: Had me all stressed\n  start_ms: 211400\n  end_ms: 212230\n- text: Got finessed by my main\n  start_ms: 212230\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: And he didn't get touched\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 214600\n- text: Had me sitting there pissed\n  start_ms: 214600\n  end_ms: 215920\n- text: Thinking 'bout my people\n  start_ms: 215920\n  end_ms: 216920\n- text: All the times that we missed\n  start_ms: 216920\n  end_ms: 217950\n- text: Like have you ever lost love?\n  start_ms: 217950\n  end_ms: 219220\n- text: Have you ever had a guy that would die so you live in a cage\n  start_ms: 219220\n  end_ms: 222060\n- text: Kept away from your brother and your mum\n  start_ms: 222060\n  end_ms: 223800\n- text: In my world you're unsure to the people you can trust\n  start_ms: 223800\n  end_ms: 226190\n- text: And when you lose the only person that was there from the jump\n  start_ms: 226190\n  end_ms: 228150\n- text: I'm as humble as they come\n  start_ms: 228150\n  end_ms: 229680\n- text: And I ain't changed from the knife and the cypher\n  start_ms: 229680\n  end_ms: 231790\n- text: To the shotgun shells in the party with a pump\n  start_ms: 231790\n  end_ms: 234150\n- text: Ask Edem, ask Paddy\n  start_ms: 234150\n  end_ms: 235440\n- text: With squares I had strikers but I'm more like Ibra\n  start_ms: 235440\n  end_ms: 237640\n- text: Over Vardy when it's beef\n  start_ms: 237640\n  end_ms: 238540\n- text: Because I hardly ever run I've got pride\n  start_ms: 238540\n  end_ms: 240540\n- text: I've seen man running for their life\n  start_ms: 240540\n  end_ms: 242180\n- text: Get caught, now they're covering their heart and their lungs\n  start_ms: 242180\n  end_ms: 244250\n- text: With their arms on his ones 'cause his right hand panicked\n  start_ms: 244250\n  end_ms: 246710\n- text: And I don't even blame him\n  start_ms: 246710\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Seen a man scream while he bleeds on the pavement\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Guts in his hands, civilians with tissue putting pressure where the pain is\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 253420\n- text: The panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds\n  start_ms: 253420\n  end_ms: 255740\n- text: Like your body shuts down when your organs start failing\n  start_ms: 255740\n  end_ms: 258460\n- text: Knife crime dangerous, next day famous\n  start_ms: 258460\n  end_ms: 260570\n- text: Give it six years they won't remember what your name is\n  start_ms: 260570\n  end_ms: 262890\n- text: Everything changes when your case isn't relevant\n  start_ms: 262890\n  end_ms: 264890\n- text: And all the guys who claim they would ride in your name\n  start_ms: 264890\n  end_ms: 267220\n- text: Looking lost, them boys don't have half the heart to settle it\n  start_ms: 267220\n  end_ms: 269720\n- text: I've seen a whole class end up dead or in jail\n  start_ms: 269720\n  end_ms: 271980\n- text: Ask Scales about times he was chilling with my brother\n  start_ms: 271980\n  end_ms: 273990\n- text: In a chicken shop opposite the entrance to Tennyson's\n  start_ms: 273990\n  end_ms: 276510\n- text: Everybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\n  start_ms: 276510\n  end_ms: 279200\n- text: We've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n  start_ms: 279200\n  end_ms: 282160\n- text: You ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\n  start_ms: 282160\n  end_ms: 284240\n- text: Too lazy to work so you want to own a business\n  start_ms: 284240\n  end_ms: 286760\n- text: Or a clothing line, no vision\n  start_ms: 286760\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: You can't cut corners in a line of life\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290650\n- text: Karma's like the tightest vice, I'm running on my own\n  start_ms: 290650\n  end_ms: 292750\n- text: CCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your phone\n  start_ms: 292750\n  end_ms: 295680\n- text: If they catch me going home\n  start_ms: 295680\n  end_ms: 296980\n- text: Looking for another young rapper to expose\n  start_ms: 296980\n  end_ms: 299270\n- text: I'm probably cutting from the scene\n  start_ms: 299270\n  end_ms: 300370\n- text: '''Cause with the evidence they gain I''m getting more than just assault'\n  start_ms: 300370\n  end_ms: 302660\n- text: I ain't living for the 'Gram, man are snitching on the cam\n  start_ms: 302660\n  end_ms: 305120\n- text: If I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's the man\n  start_ms: 305120\n  end_ms: 307120\n- text: I can't win, there's no way I'm handling that\n  start_ms: 307120\n  end_ms: 309250\n- text: If I run then I'm a neek, but if I don't then I'm a fool\n  start_ms: 309250\n  end_ms: 311740\n- text: So on road I'm looking happy\n  start_ms: 311740\n  end_ms: 312880\n- text: But I'm screaming in my head having panic attacks\n  start_ms: 312880\n  end_ms: 315160\n- text: They got me anxious\n  start_ms: 315160\n  end_ms: 315990\n- text: I'm two wrong responses from a shanking at any given time\n  start_ms: 315990\n  end_ms: 319120\n- text: I been there and done that on many different nights\n  start_ms: 319120\n  end_ms: 321380\n- text: It's probably the reason, I got many different rhymes\n  start_ms: 321380\n  end_ms: 323630\n- text: I'm really livin' life\n  start_ms: 323630\n  end_ms: 325180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 325180\nplain: |-\n  169\n\n  Look, I bet them boys think I'm panicking\n  Itching to see how I handle it\n  When snakes start rattling, calm\n  I can show you about harm\n  Put blades in the palms, half the length of my arm\n  I end up in a station and I'm staring into space like a mannequin in Clarks\n  I ain't panicking, I ain't had a random change of heart\n  Cash points and cannabis\n  You cocaine snort, if you think I got caught\n\n  I'm kicking like a stallion\n  I lived in a yard where my mummy tried hard\n  For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate\n  Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa\n  If they knew I risked my free water, hot food and resources\n  Every day to dress nicer on a camera\n  I don't need your input, fuck you and your manager\n\n  Fuck him and his lame job\n  It's been two years, you're sitting in the same spot\n  Chilling in the same blocks\n  Me and you are different\n  You talk about beef\n  While I plan your route home bruv\n  I run up in your safe spot and leave the place taped off\n  It's deeper than the name drop\n  Real problems don't need discussions\n  I fear God and not repercussions\n\n  Look, I'm only angry at the choices that I didn't make\n  I don't regret what I did but what I didn't say\n  And for this money I'm on a different wave\n  It's why I ain't written in this will when I say I'm on his estate\n  It comes arms well I've got an entourage like Vinny Chase\n  This ain't Chiraq, we don't need a .38\n  Just two young g's, one Nike pouch and his little blade\n  And if you live that day, give thanks to your God\n  'Cause there isn't one prayer mummy didn't say\n  Still wonder what my dad would say\n  And it's fucked 'cause I just wanted us to bond\n  Like Sean Connery and Daniel Craig\n\n  No first steps, nah, my daddy couldn't see me cry\n  I'm still searching for the reason why\n  I was 6 months old at a bus stop\n  My mum, no home struggling to ketamine like a legal high\n  When so volatile, look over the reasons why\n  People die, man this beef never sleeps or slides\n  Man are dying over minor violations\n  So I keep the beef and the bread separate like TGI's\n\n  They touch us and we pay 'em back like it's PPI\n  Fuck it, let's ride, get animated like CGI\n  Dead being a hype man\n  Can't find my man and then I'll settle for his right hand\n  You can't buy heart remember\n\n  Hawk eye, you think these undercover cars could get us\n  Or that I can't spot the bacon in the passing Vectras\n  Don't you find it funny that I study law\n  And still recruit young fraud stars like I'm Harvey Specter\n  Hot headed, I swear that I had a dream though\n  A young fire before I had spoken with Avelino\n  And nowadays music's got my schedule looking hectic\n  I ain't got a timeline, I'm Travolta with Tarantino\n\n  Look, I ain't slacking, it's money over passion\n  I mean passion over money, hate this money with a passion\n  Money is just a paper\n  I got value of my assets, I got value of my mental\n  It's me, Fraser or 169 on an instrumental\n  I swear that'll make it rapping\n  Even if that kills me I swear that'll make it happen\n  On my digital piano until my hands bled literally\n  I was smashing keys 'til my fingers grew callus\n\n  How could I fear rappers?\n  I feel words, hear colours, defeat challenge\n  Give thanks to my synaesthesia\n  I ain't a rapper I'm a fucking genius\n  So when I see you don't panic\n\n  Remember what you said on the roads, there's no lacking\n  I don't wanna see you draw for your boot, there's no time\n  I'll jump out the passenger side like there's no traffic\n  Catch you with your girl or your mum, you'd do the same\n  So we'll take you to an inch of your life for all your chatting\n\n  Shut your fucking mouth and make p's\n  I used to let disrespect slide to make peace\n  Now it's like I'm stuck in two minds in my reaction\n  'Cause my pride and my ego turned giant like James Dean\n  I'm a mess right, and if that catty doesn't fuck me the third time\n  With no strings attached like a test drive\n  I'm telling her I'm cutting in the next five\n\n  All communication breaking down like an enzyme\n  My second's the most precious commodity I invest time\n  I was late every day straight for three years\n  Guess that's two ways that I could never make a deadline\n  I was out in Powerleague Norbury in my north face camo\n  In the rain, hail, sleet, with my football in a deadline\n  Scraping by on pennies, trying to link a jezzy\n  On my 8520 and I couldn't link one\n\n  Squares was a game\n  Had me all stressed\n  Got finessed by my main\n  And he didn't get touched\n  Had me sitting there pissed\n  Thinking 'bout my people\n  All the times that we missed\n  Like have you ever lost love?\n\n  Have you ever had a guy that would die so you live in a cage\n  Kept away from your brother and your mum\n  In my world you're unsure to the people you can trust\n  And when you lose the only person that was there from the jump\n  I'm as humble as they come\n  And I ain't changed from the knife and the cypher\n  To the shotgun shells in the party with a pump\n  Ask Edem, ask Paddy\n\n  With squares I had strikers but I'm more like Ibra\n  Over Vardy when it's beef\n  Because I hardly ever run I've got pride\n  I've seen man running for their life\n  Get caught, now they're covering their heart and their lungs\n  With their arms on his ones 'cause his right hand panicked\n  And I don't even blame him\n\n  Seen a man scream while he bleeds on the pavement\n  Guts in his hands, civilians with tissue putting pressure where the pain is\n  The panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds\n  Like your body shuts down when your organs start failing\n  Knife crime dangerous, next day famous\n  Give it six years they won't remember what your name is\n  Everything changes when your case isn't relevant\n\n  And all the guys who claim they would ride in your name\n  Looking lost, them boys don't have half the heart to settle it\n  I've seen a whole class end up dead or in jail\n  Ask Scales about times he was chilling with my brother\n  In a chicken shop opposite the entrance to Tennyson's\n  Everybody's dying, but nobody is rising up a Remington\n  We've got shanks, and false hope everybody's selling it\n\n  You ain't getting rich quick trying to sell big bits\n  Too lazy to work so you want to own a business\n  Or a clothing line, no vision\n  You can't cut corners in a line of life\n  Karma's like the tightest vice, I'm running on my own\n  CCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your phone\n\n  If they catch me going home\n  Looking for another young rapper to expose\n  I'm probably cutting from the scene\n  'Cause with the evidence they gain I'm getting more than just assault\n  I ain't living for the 'Gram, man are snitching on the cam\n  If I hit him then I'm dumb, but if he dips me he's the man\n  I can't win, there's no way I'm handling that\n\n  If I run then I'm a neek, but if I don't then I'm a fool\n  So on road I'm looking happy\n  But I'm screaming in my head having panic attacks\n  They got me anxious\n  I'm two wrong responses from a shanking at any given time\n  I been there and done that on many different nights\n  It's probably the reason, I got many different rhymes\n  I'm really livin' life\n"}]