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nigga, ayy\n\nGot some troubles that these drugs can't fix\nWe might struggle because life's a bitch\nAnd you happy when your ass get rich\nBlow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit\nGot some troubles that these drugs can't fix\nWe might struggle because life's a bitch\nAnd you happy when your ass get rich\nBlow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit\n\nBlow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit\nBlow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit\nBlow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit\nBlow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Troubles\n  artist: Denzel Curry\n  album: Troubles\n  duration_ms: 160026\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sounds beautiful\n\n  Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix\n  We might struggle because life's a bitch\n  And you happy when your ass get rich\n  Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit\n  Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix\n  We might struggle because life's a bitch\n  And you happy when 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Let a real nigga talk (yeah)\nI walk from the bitches, I walk from the friendship\nI walk from some digits\n'Cause lately, my nigga, I'm feelin' indifferent (uh)\nI wish all the best, and believe that, I meant it (huh?)\n\nSentence, run-on sentence (sentence)\nPray to God for repentance (for repentance)\nBeat the odds at all costs, I wan' share it with my infants (my infants)\nWay before he start crawlin' (crawlin')\nWash my sins, keep ballin' (ballin')\nI just gotta stay focused (focused)\nI just gotta keep walkin'\n\nKeep on walkin'\nAin't no stoppin' in this dirty, filthy, rotten\nNasty, little world we call our home\nThey get blickies poppin'\nAin't no option for my partners\nSo they resort to scams and robbin'\nTake away stress, we ganja-coppin'\nBlow it all out, it's all forgotten\n\nKeep on walkin'\nAin't no stoppin' in this dirty, filthy, rotten\nNasty, little world we call our home\nThey get blickies poppin'\nAin't no option for my partners\nSo they resort to scams and robbin'\nTake away stress, we ganja-coppin'\nBlow it all out, it's all forgotten\n\nThis is a Zel Kurosawa film\nDirected, written and starred by\nThe one and only\nZeltron\nBullshit fly my way, I keep walkin'\nBullshit fly my way, I keep walkin'\nKnow what I mean?\nIt's a new millennium\nI have no eyes, they melt my eyes\nThey melt my eyes","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.39]Ah-ah\n[00:04.95]Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah\n[00:11.22]La-la, ah-ah\n[00:16.72]Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah\n[00:23.24]Walkin' with my back to the sun, keep my head to the sky\n[00:26.58]Me against the world, it's me, myself and I, like De La\n[00:29.44]Got in touch with my soul\n[00:30.78]Tradin' softly on a path down the rockiest road\n[00:34.04]Life isn't ice cream without Monopoly dough\n[00:36.64]The property grows in value, and rightfully so, I gotta have it\n[00:40.59]I see the way the people get treated, it's problematic\n[00:43.59]They ready to save themself for failure, it's systematic\n[00:46.45]But when I felt it, my eyes melted\n[00:48.94]The selfish are constantly profitin' off thе helpless\n[00:51.41]I nevеr do my team green, make the team green like the Celtics\n[00:55.43]The ones that ain't makin' it overzealous, they show and tell us\n[00:58.56]Throughout history, earning cheddar\n[01:00.05]They form and break out nickel-plated chrome Berettas\n[01:03.05]The same old story in a whole different era\n[01:06.00]I'm watchin' massacres turn to runnin' mascara\n[01:09.26]But anywho, for the pain, see what this Henny do\n[01:12.30]So we can see what lies beneath as we pour up a swig of truth\n[01:16.09]The sun sets as I sip a few\n[01:18.26]The sky turns a different hue farther from the color blue\n[01:21.48]The nighttime has arrived, I recline for the evening\n[01:24.77]I'm hawkin' down the next goal, the name's ain't Stephen\n[01:27.52]I started in a nightmare so pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n[01:30.32]I'm killin' off my demons 'cause my soul's worth redeemin'\n[01:33.67]Ah-ah, ah-ah (yeah, yeah)\n[01:36.72]\n[01:39.66]Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah\n[01:43.24](As I toke my cigarettes, which I don't even smoke)\n[01:47.56]La-la (walkin' on this dirty-ass road)\n[01:54.41]Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah (yeah)\n[02:00.46]Clear a path as I keep on walkin'\n[02:02.58]Ain't no stoppin' in this dirty, filthy, rotten\n[02:05.26]Nasty, little world we call our home\n[02:07.45]They get blickies poppin'\n[02:08.93]Ain't no option for my partners\n[02:10.64]So they resort to scams and robbin'\n[02:12.20]Take away stress, we ganja-coppin'\n[02:14.08]Blow it all out, it's all forgotten\n[02:15.95]Keep on walkin'\n[02:16.89]Ain't no stoppin' in this dirty, filthy, rotten\n[02:19.33]Nasty little world we call our home\n[02:21.69]They get blickies poppin'\n[02:22.81]Ain't no option for my partners\n[02:24.56]So they resort to scams and robbin'\n[02:26.55]Take away stress, we ganja-coppin'\n[02:28.06]Blow it all out, it's all forgotten\n[02:29.93]Walkin' with my back against the sun\n[02:32.05]I've been runnin' all my life, that's way before my life begun\n[02:35.53]Since my birth and seconds on Earth, I been the first one to confront\n[02:39.22]All of these cycles that get recycled, makin' it stifle while I stunt\n[02:42.84]Roll me a blunt so I forget it\n[02:44.70]But it make the details look so vivid (so vivid)\n[02:46.10]Went through a lot of shit in the last year (uh-huh)\n[02:48.01]Then I said, \"Fuck it, I'ma handle my business\" (yeah, yeah)\n[02:49.92]I been 180 to talk to one lady\n[02:51.53]She been regulatin' on how I feel (feel)\n[02:53.79]Describe it as raw and real (real)\n[02:55.68]I'm dealin' with all the ills\n[02:56.97]I'm tearin' up like I'm on Dr. Phil (cry)\n[02:59.25]Ain't no use, you gotta walk (walk)\n[03:00.80]Ain't no use, you gotta walk (walk)\n[03:02.73]Who the fuck said, \"Stop the track,\" bruh? 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(cry)\n\n  Ain't no use, you gotta walk (walk)\n  Ain't no use, you gotta walk (walk)\n  Who the fuck said, \"Stop the track,\" bruh? Let a real nigga talk (yeah)\n  I walk from the bitches, I walk from the friendship\n  I walk from some digits\n  'Cause lately, my nigga, I'm feelin' indifferent (uh)\n  I wish all the best, and believe that, I meant it (huh?)\n\n  Sentence, run-on sentence (sentence)\n  Pray to God for repentance (for repentance)\n  Beat the odds at all costs, I wan' share it with my infants (my infants)\n  Way before he start crawlin' (crawlin')\n  Wash my sins, keep ballin' (ballin')\n  I just gotta stay focused (focused)\n  I just gotta keep walkin'\n\n  Keep on walkin'\n  Ain't no stoppin' in this dirty, filthy, rotten\n  Nasty, little world we call our home\n  They get blickies poppin'\n  Ain't no option for my partners\n  So they resort to scams and robbin'\n  Take away stress, we ganja-coppin'\n  Blow it all out, it's all forgotten\n\n  Keep on walkin'\n  Ain't no stoppin' in this dirty, filthy, rotten\n  Nasty, little world we call our home\n  They get blickies poppin'\n  Ain't no option for 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for failure, it's systematic\n  start_ms: 43590\n  end_ms: 46450\n- text: But when I felt it, my eyes melted\n  start_ms: 46450\n  end_ms: 48940\n- text: The selfish are constantly profitin' off thе helpless\n  start_ms: 48940\n  end_ms: 51410\n- text: I nevеr do my team green, make the team green like the Celtics\n  start_ms: 51410\n  end_ms: 55430\n- text: The ones that ain't makin' it overzealous, they show and tell us\n  start_ms: 55430\n  end_ms: 58560\n- text: Throughout history, earning cheddar\n  start_ms: 58560\n  end_ms: 60050\n- text: They form and break out nickel-plated chrome Berettas\n  start_ms: 60050\n  end_ms: 63050\n- text: The same old story in a whole different era\n  start_ms: 63050\n  end_ms: 66000\n- text: I'm watchin' massacres turn to runnin' mascara\n  start_ms: 66000\n  end_ms: 69260\n- text: But anywho, for the pain, see what this Henny do\n  start_ms: 69260\n  end_ms: 72300\n- text: So we can see what lies beneath as we pour up a swig of truth\n  start_ms: 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(yeah)\n  start_ms: 114410\n  end_ms: 120460\n- text: Clear a path as I keep on walkin'\n  start_ms: 120460\n  end_ms: 122580\n- text: Ain't no stoppin' in this dirty, filthy, rotten\n  start_ms: 122580\n  end_ms: 125260\n- text: Nasty, little world we call our home\n  start_ms: 125260\n  end_ms: 127450\n- text: They get blickies poppin'\n  start_ms: 127450\n  end_ms: 128930\n- text: Ain't no option for my partners\n  start_ms: 128930\n  end_ms: 130640\n- text: So they resort to scams and robbin'\n  start_ms: 130640\n  end_ms: 132200\n- text: Take away stress, we ganja-coppin'\n  start_ms: 132200\n  end_ms: 134080\n- text: Blow it all out, it's all forgotten\n  start_ms: 134080\n  end_ms: 135950\n- text: Keep on walkin'\n  start_ms: 135950\n  end_ms: 136890\n- text: Ain't no stoppin' in this dirty, filthy, rotten\n  start_ms: 136890\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Nasty little world we call our home\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141690\n- text: They get blickies poppin'\n  start_ms: 141690\n  end_ms: 142810\n- text: Ain't no option for my partners\n  start_ms: 142810\n  end_ms: 144560\n- text: So they resort to scams and robbin'\n  start_ms: 144560\n  end_ms: 146550\n- text: Take away stress, we ganja-coppin'\n  start_ms: 146550\n  end_ms: 148060\n- text: Blow it all out, it's all forgotten\n  start_ms: 148060\n  end_ms: 149930\n- text: Walkin' with my back against the sun\n  start_ms: 149930\n  end_ms: 152050\n- text: I've been runnin' all my life, that's way before my life begun\n  start_ms: 152050\n  end_ms: 155530\n- text: Since my birth and seconds on Earth, I been the first one to confront\n  start_ms: 155530\n  end_ms: 159220\n- text: All of these cycles that get recycled, makin' it stifle while I stunt\n  start_ms: 159220\n  end_ms: 162840\n- text: Roll me a blunt so I forget it\n  start_ms: 162840\n  end_ms: 164700\n- text: But it make the details look so vivid (so vivid)\n  start_ms: 164700\n  end_ms: 166100\n- text: Went through a lot of shit in the last year (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 166100\n  end_ms: 168010\n- text: Then I said, \"Fuck it, I'ma handle my business\" (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 168010\n  end_ms: 169920\n- text: I been 180 to talk to one lady\n  start_ms: 169920\n  end_ms: 171530\n- text: She been regulatin' on how I feel (feel)\n  start_ms: 171530\n  end_ms: 173790\n- text: Describe it as raw and real (real)\n  start_ms: 173790\n  end_ms: 175680\n- text: I'm dealin' with all the ills\n  start_ms: 175680\n  end_ms: 176970\n- text: I'm tearin' up like I'm on Dr. Phil (cry)\n  start_ms: 176970\n  end_ms: 179250\n- text: Ain't no use, you gotta walk (walk)\n  start_ms: 179250\n  end_ms: 180800\n- text: Ain't no use, you gotta walk (walk)\n  start_ms: 180800\n  end_ms: 182730\n- text: Who the fuck said, \"Stop the track,\" bruh? Let a real nigga talk (yeah)\n  start_ms: 182730\n  end_ms: 185840\n- text: I walk from the bitches, I walk from the friendship\n  start_ms: 185840\n  end_ms: 187960\n- text: I walk from some digits\n  start_ms: 187960\n  end_ms: 188790\n- text: '''Cause lately, my nigga, I''m feelin'' indifferent (uh)'\n  start_ms: 188790\n  end_ms: 190280\n- text: I wish all the best, and believe that, I meant it (huh?)\n  start_ms: 190280\n  end_ms: 192700\n- text: Sentence, run-on sentence (sentence)\n  start_ms: 192700\n  end_ms: 194490\n- text: Pray to God for repentance (for repentance)\n  start_ms: 194490\n  end_ms: 196360\n- text: Beat the odds at all costs, I wan' share it with my infants (my infants)\n  start_ms: 196360\n  end_ms: 199940\n- text: Way before he start crawlin' (crawlin')\n  start_ms: 199940\n  end_ms: 201590\n- text: Wash my sins, keep ballin' (ballin')\n  start_ms: 201590\n  end_ms: 203190\n- text: I just gotta stay focused (focused)\n  start_ms: 203190\n  end_ms: 205130\n- text: I just gotta keep walkin'\n  start_ms: 205130\n  end_ms: 206500\n- text: Keep on walkin'\n  start_ms: 206500\n  end_ms: 207460\n- text: Ain't no stoppin' in this dirty, filthy, rotten\n  start_ms: 207460\n  end_ms: 210090\n- text: Nasty, little world we call our home\n  start_ms: 210090\n  end_ms: 212070\n- text: They get blickies poppin'\n  start_ms: 212070\n  end_ms: 213290\n- text: Ain't no option for my partners\n  start_ms: 213290\n  end_ms: 215440\n- text: So they resort to scams and robbin'\n  start_ms: 215440\n  end_ms: 216900\n- text: Take away stress, we ganja-coppin'\n  start_ms: 216900\n  end_ms: 218810\n- text: Blow it all out, it's all forgotten\n  start_ms: 218810\n  end_ms: 220590\n- text: Keep on walkin'\n  start_ms: 220590\n  end_ms: 221510\n- text: Ain't no stoppin' in this dirty, filthy, rotten\n  start_ms: 221510\n  end_ms: 224020\n- text: Nasty, little world we call our home\n  start_ms: 224020\n  end_ms: 226400\n- text: They get blickies poppin'\n  start_ms: 226400\n  end_ms: 227530\n- text: Ain't no option for my partners\n  start_ms: 227530\n  end_ms: 229350\n- text: So they resort to scams and robbin'\n  start_ms: 229350\n  end_ms: 231000\n- text: Take away stress, we ganja-coppin'\n  start_ms: 231000\n  end_ms: 232920\n- text: Blow it all out, it's all forgotten\n  start_ms: 232920\n  end_ms: 235420\n- text: This is a Zel Kurosawa film\n  start_ms: 235420\n  end_ms: 239650\n- text: Directed, written and starred by\n  start_ms: 239650\n  end_ms: 244020\n- text: The one and only\n  start_ms: 244020\n  end_ms: 246660\n- text: Zeltron\n  start_ms: 246660\n  end_ms: 249700\n- text: Bullshit fly my way, I keep walkin'\n  start_ms: 249700\n  end_ms: 253490\n- text: Bullshit fly my way, I keep walkin'\n  start_ms: 253490\n  end_ms: 258050\n- text: Know what I mean?\n  start_ms: 258050\n  end_ms: 261280\n- text: It's a new millennium\n  start_ms: 261280\n  end_ms: 264810\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 264810\n  end_ms: 268390\n- text: I have no eyes, they melt my eyes\n  start_ms: 268390\n  end_ms: 275250\n- text: They melt my eyes\n  start_ms: 275250\n  end_ms: 277170\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 277170\nplain: |-\n  Ah-ah\n  Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah\n  La-la, ah-ah\n  Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah\n\n  Walkin' with my back to the sun, keep my head to the sky\n  Me against the world, it's me, myself and I, like De La\n  Got in touch with my soul\n  Tradin' softly on a path down the rockiest road\n  Life isn't ice cream without Monopoly dough\n  The property grows in value, and rightfully so, I gotta have it\n\n  I see the way the people get treated, it's problematic\n  They ready to save themself for failure, it's systematic\n  But when I felt it, my eyes melted\n  The selfish are constantly profitin' off thе helpless\n  I nevеr do my team green, make the team green like the Celtics\n  The ones that ain't makin' it overzealous, they show and tell us\n\n  Throughout history, earning cheddar\n  They form and break out nickel-plated chrome Berettas\n  The same old story in a whole different era\n  I'm watchin' massacres turn to runnin' mascara\n  But anywho, for the pain, see what this Henny do\n  So we can see what lies beneath as we pour up a swig of truth\n\n  The sun sets as I sip a few\n  The sky turns a different hue farther from the color blue\n  The nighttime has arrived, I recline for the evening\n  I'm hawkin' down the next goal, the name's ain't Stephen\n  I started in a nightmare so pinch me, I'm dreamin'\n  I'm killin' off my demons 'cause my soul's worth redeemin'\n\n  Ah-ah, ah-ah (yeah, yeah)\n  Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah\n  (As I toke my cigarettes, which I don't even smoke)\n  La-la (walkin' on this dirty-ass road)\n  Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah (yeah)\n\n  Clear a path as I keep on walkin'\n  Ain't no stoppin' in this dirty, filthy, rotten\n  Nasty, little world we call our home\n  They get blickies poppin'\n  Ain't no option for my partners\n  So they resort to scams and robbin'\n  Take away stress, we ganja-coppin'\n  Blow it all out, it's all forgotten\n\n  Keep on walkin'\n  Ain't no stoppin' in this dirty, filthy, rotten\n  Nasty little world we call our home\n  They get blickies poppin'\n  Ain't no option for my partners\n  So they resort to scams and robbin'\n  Take away stress, we ganja-coppin'\n  Blow it all out, it's all forgotten\n\n  Walkin' with my back against the sun\n  I've been runnin' all my life, that's way before my life begun\n  Since my birth and seconds on Earth, I been the first one to confront\n  All of these cycles that get recycled, makin' it stifle while I stunt\n  Roll me a blunt so I forget it\n  But it make the details look so vivid (so vivid)\n\n  Went through a lot of shit in the last year (uh-huh)\n  Then I said, \"Fuck it, I'ma handle my business\" (yeah, yeah)\n  I been 180 to talk to one lady\n  She been regulatin' on how I feel (feel)\n  Describe it as raw and real (real)\n  I'm dealin' with all the ills\n  I'm tearin' up like I'm on Dr. Phil (cry)\n\n  Ain't no use, you gotta walk (walk)\n  Ain't no use, you gotta walk (walk)\n  Who the fuck said, \"Stop the track,\" bruh? Let a real nigga talk (yeah)\n  I walk from the bitches, I walk from the friendship\n  I walk from some digits\n  'Cause lately, my nigga, I'm feelin' indifferent (uh)\n  I wish all the best, and believe that, I meant it (huh?)\n\n  Sentence, run-on sentence (sentence)\n  Pray to God for repentance (for repentance)\n  Beat the odds at all costs, I wan' share it with my infants (my infants)\n  Way before he start crawlin' (crawlin')\n  Wash my sins, keep ballin' (ballin')\n  I just gotta stay focused (focused)\n  I just gotta keep walkin'\n\n  Keep on walkin'\n  Ain't no stoppin' in this dirty, filthy, rotten\n  Nasty, little world we call our home\n  They get blickies poppin'\n  Ain't no option for my partners\n  So they resort to scams and robbin'\n  Take away stress, we ganja-coppin'\n  Blow it all out, it's all forgotten\n\n  Keep on walkin'\n  Ain't no stoppin' in this dirty, filthy, rotten\n  Nasty, little world we call our home\n  They get blickies poppin'\n  Ain't no option for my partners\n  So they resort to scams and robbin'\n  Take away stress, we ganja-coppin'\n  Blow it all out, it's all forgotten\n\n  This is a Zel Kurosawa film\n  Directed, written and starred by\n  The one and only\n  Zeltron\n  Bullshit fly my way, I keep walkin'\n  Bullshit fly my way, I keep walkin'\n  Know what I mean?\n  It's a new millennium\n  I have no eyes, they melt my eyes\n  They melt my eyes\n"}]