[{"id":19491384,"name":"Cold World","trackName":"Cold World","artistName":"Do Or Die","albumName":"Pimpin' Aint Dead","duration":311.542132,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I sit alone in the basement\nFacing, chasing these wicked, demons\nGot thoughts up in ma head of my daddy's wasted s-semen\nHavin' her in the bedroom,\n9-1-1 cuz im not breathin'\nfeelin like death is getting closer and I can't stop from secedein'\nDo I run to the mirror\nlook at me, and pull the trigger.\nhooker said body found dead and gone\nwell shit, just another dead nigger.\nMy future, lookin weary, hear me\nmaybe after that wanna flex, wanna hustle\nnever lay down a bit and tussle\ntake my life, in one night\nnow im havin' visions\nDo or die based on decisions\nmovin crystal sista, mssions\nbut I wanna be and fly away liek pigeons\nI missin my family an all\nbut I just dont know dog\ncuz i left another dog in the back yard\nan he jab wit the left an he hit hard\n(but I break off)\n\n(Chorus)\nAnd thats why I stay low\ncuz the world's gettin' too cold\nWe yellin it off the \"O\"\ncuz the world's full of bitches\n(picture this)\nCold cold world.\nThey ask why I stay low\ncuz the world's gettin too cold\nwe yellin out the \"O\"\ncuz the world's full of bitches\nIt just is\nCold cold world\n\nPicture two worlds collide\nevery civilization died\ncatchin bullet holes\nyou can still hear they mamas crying\nIn every second is the grave layed tight\nniggas getting murdered and losin paper and they life\nthese days aint so bright now\nthis is a message to how shorties gotta pipe down\nI know we wansta weather crime on the streets\nwe hear the sound of the heat\nand every round is takin ya six feet\nI heard the cops killed you last week\nyou got shot tryin to take the phone off the seat\nrest in peace, I know it's better when your eyes sleep\ngod take us by the hands as we right deep\nno longer seek for the things that weaken the flesh\ndid we believe and have faith when it bothered us?\nI understand that we all must return to dust\nand leave behind everything that our hands have touched\ngod, this world is too much.\n\n(chorus)\n\nI first took a breather\nheard a voice to the 1-9\nnigga tryin tear ma life line\nget it back and to ma right man\nseeing blood on the sleece and a black nine\nplease god is it my time?\nhold on to what am i face up for\nblack the night was\nno light was\nwilling with the wind blew in\nbelow, with a slug to the moon\nopen in time with the tomb\nlooking for the hospital room\nfeelin kinda dizzy from the blood shed\nturn around and heard a thug said\nI gotta place we can play at\nhop to da 99' never get at all red\ncome out quick before we all dead\nto the back row\nsippin henesey\nbetter get relocated to the ash row\nhere that nine with the bullet-proof vest go\nhottie lets go\npull a chromium free with the vest go\njust a little on the testicle\nnever leaving till the rest go\nand it's best to know\nevery dog on a day got a chance to bring\ngot a chain for the best clothes\nI wanna die my best slow\nand even in my death glow\nlets have a prayer for the world, the cold one\nfrom the old to the small one\njsut to say that we are one\nfather listen\nthis world is cold.\n\n(chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cold World\n  artist: Do Or Die\n  album: Pimpin' Aint Dead\n  duration_ms: 311542\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I sit alone in the basement\n  Facing, chasing these wicked, demons\n  Got thoughts up in ma head of my daddy's wasted s-semen\n  Havin' her in the bedroom,\n  9-1-1 cuz im not breathin'\n  feelin like death is getting closer and I can't stop from secedein'\n  Do I run to the mirror\n  look at me, and pull the trigger.\n  hooker said body found dead and gone\n  well shit, just another dead nigger.\n  My future, lookin weary, hear me\n  maybe after that wanna flex, wanna hustle\n  never lay down a bit and tussle\n  take my life, in one night\n  now im havin' visions\n  Do or die based on decisions\n  movin crystal sista, mssions\n  but I wanna be and fly away liek pigeons\n  I missin my family an all\n  but I just dont know dog\n  cuz i left another dog in the back yard\n  an he jab wit the left an he hit hard\n  (but I break off)\n\n  (Chorus)\n  And thats why I stay low\n  cuz the world's gettin' too cold\n  We yellin it off the \"O\"\n  cuz the world's full of bitches\n  (picture this)\n  Cold cold world.\n  They ask why I stay low\n  cuz the world's gettin too cold\n  we yellin out the \"O\"\n  cuz the world's full of bitches\n  It just is\n  Cold cold world\n\n  Picture two worlds collide\n  every civilization died\n  catchin bullet holes\n  you can still hear they mamas crying\n  In every second is the grave layed tight\n  niggas getting murdered and losin paper and they life\n  these days aint so bright now\n  this is a message to how shorties gotta pipe down\n  I know we wansta weather crime on the streets\n  we hear the sound of the heat\n  and every round is takin ya six feet\n  I heard the cops killed you last week\n  you got shot tryin to take the phone off the seat\n  rest in peace, I know it's better when your eyes sleep\n  god take us by the hands as we right deep\n  no longer seek for the things that weaken the flesh\n  did we believe and have faith when it bothered us?\n  I understand that we all must return to dust\n  and leave behind everything that our hands have touched\n  god, this world is too much.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  I first took a breather\n  heard a voice to the 1-9\n  nigga tryin tear ma life line\n  get it back and to ma right man\n  seeing blood on the sleece and a black nine\n  please god is it my time?\n  hold on to what am i face up for\n  black the night was\n  no light was\n  willing with the wind blew in\n  below, with a slug to the moon\n  open in time with the tomb\n  looking for the hospital room\n  feelin kinda dizzy from the blood shed\n  turn around and heard a thug said\n  I gotta place we can play at\n  hop to da 99' never get at all red\n  come out quick before we all dead\n  to the back row\n  sippin henesey\n  better get relocated to the ash row\n  here that nine with the bullet-proof vest go\n  hottie lets go\n  pull a chromium free with the vest go\n  just a little on the testicle\n  never leaving till the rest go\n  and it's best to know\n  every dog on a day got a chance to bring\n  got a chain for the best clothes\n  I wanna die my best slow\n  and even in my death glow\n  lets have a prayer for the world, the cold one\n  from the old to the small one\n  jsut to say that we are one\n  father listen\n  this world is cold.\n\n  (chorus)\n"},{"id":12102623,"name":"Cold World","trackName":"Cold World","artistName":"Do or Die","albumName":"Pimpin Ain't Dead","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I sit alone in the basement\nFacing, chasing these wicked, demons\nGot thoughts up in ma head of my daddy's wasted s-semen\nHavin' her in the bedroom,\n9-1-1 cuz im not breathin'\nfeelin like death is getting closer and I can't stop from secedein'\nDo I run to the mirror\nlook at me, and pull the trigger.\nhooker said body found dead and gone\nwell shit, just another dead nigger.\nMy future, lookin weary, hear me\nmaybe after that wanna flex, wanna hustle\nnever lay down a bit and tussle\ntake my life, in one night\nnow im havin' visions\nDo or die based on decisions\nmovin crystal sista, mssions\nbut I wanna be and fly away liek pigeons\nI missin my family an all\nbut I just dont know dog\ncuz i left another dog in the back yard\nan he jab wit the left an he hit hard\n(but I break off)\n\n(Chorus)\nAnd thats why I stay low\ncuz the world's gettin' too cold\nWe yellin it off the \"O\"\ncuz the world's full of bitches\n(picture this)\nCold cold world.\nThey ask why I stay low\ncuz the world's gettin too cold\nwe yellin out the \"O\"\ncuz the world's full of bitches\nIt just is\nCold cold world\n\nPicture two worlds collide\nevery civilization died\ncatchin bullet holes\nyou can still hear they mamas crying\nIn every second is the grave layed tight\nniggas getting murdered and losin paper and they life\nthese days aint so bright now\nthis is a message to how shorties gotta pipe down\nI know we wansta weather crime on the streets\nwe hear the sound of the heat\nand every round is takin ya six feet\nI heard the cops killed you last week\nyou got shot tryin to take the phone off the seat\nrest in peace, I know it's better when your eyes sleep\ngod take us by the hands as we right deep\nno longer seek for the things that weaken the flesh\ndid we believe and have faith when it bothered us?\nI understand that we all must return to dust\nand leave behind everything that our hands have touched\ngod, this world is too much.\n\n(chorus)\n\nI first took a breather\nheard a voice to the 1-9\nnigga tryin tear ma life line\nget it back and to ma right man\nseeing blood on the sleece and a black nine\nplease god is it my time?\nhold on to what am i face up for\nblack the night was\nno light was\nwilling with the wind blew in\nbelow, with a slug to the moon\nopen in time with the tomb\nlooking for the hospital room\nfeelin kinda dizzy from the blood shed\nturn around and heard a thug said\nI gotta place we can play at\nhop to da 99' never get at all red\ncome out quick before we all dead\nto the back row\nsippin henesey\nbetter get relocated to the ash row\nhere that nine with the bullet-proof vest go\nhottie lets go\npull a chromium free with the vest go\njust a little on the testicle\nnever leaving till the rest go\nand it's best to know\nevery dog on a day got a chance to bring\ngot a chain for the best clothes\nI wanna die my best slow\nand even in my death glow\nlets have a prayer for the world, the cold one\nfrom the old to the small one\njsut to say that we are one\nfather listen\nthis world is cold.\n\n(chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cold World\n  artist: Do or Die\n  album: Pimpin Ain't Dead\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I sit alone in the basement\n  Facing, chasing these wicked, demons\n  Got thoughts up in ma head of my daddy's wasted s-semen\n  Havin' her in the bedroom,\n  9-1-1 cuz im not breathin'\n  feelin like death is getting closer and I can't stop from secedein'\n  Do I run to the mirror\n  look at me, and pull the trigger.\n  hooker said body found dead and gone\n  well shit, just another dead nigger.\n  My future, lookin weary, hear me\n  maybe after that wanna flex, wanna hustle\n  never lay down a bit and tussle\n  take my life, in one night\n  now im havin' visions\n  Do or die based on decisions\n  movin crystal sista, mssions\n  but I wanna be and fly away liek pigeons\n  I missin my family an all\n  but I just dont know dog\n  cuz i left another dog in the back yard\n  an he jab wit the left an he hit hard\n  (but I break off)\n\n  (Chorus)\n  And thats why I stay low\n  cuz the world's gettin' too cold\n  We yellin it off the \"O\"\n  cuz the world's full of bitches\n  (picture this)\n  Cold cold world.\n  They ask why I stay low\n  cuz the world's gettin too cold\n  we yellin out the \"O\"\n  cuz the world's full of bitches\n  It just is\n  Cold cold world\n\n  Picture two worlds collide\n  every civilization died\n  catchin bullet holes\n  you can still hear they mamas crying\n  In every second is the grave layed tight\n  niggas getting murdered and losin paper and they life\n  these days aint so bright now\n  this is a message to how shorties gotta pipe down\n  I know we wansta weather crime on the streets\n  we hear the sound of the heat\n  and every round is takin ya six feet\n  I heard the cops killed you last week\n  you got shot tryin to take the phone off the seat\n  rest in peace, I know it's better when your eyes sleep\n  god take us by the hands as we right deep\n  no longer seek for the things that weaken the flesh\n  did we believe and have faith when it bothered us?\n  I understand that we all must return to dust\n  and leave behind everything that our hands have touched\n  god, this world is too much.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  I first took a breather\n  heard a voice to the 1-9\n  nigga tryin tear ma life line\n  get it back and to ma right man\n  seeing blood on the sleece and a black nine\n  please god is it my time?\n  hold on to what am i face up for\n  black the night was\n  no light was\n  willing with the wind blew in\n  below, with a slug to the moon\n  open in time with the tomb\n  looking for the hospital room\n  feelin kinda dizzy from the blood shed\n  turn around and heard a thug said\n  I gotta place we can play at\n  hop to da 99' never get at all red\n  come out quick before we all dead\n  to the back row\n  sippin henesey\n  better get relocated to the ash row\n  here that nine with the bullet-proof vest go\n  hottie lets go\n  pull a chromium free with the vest go\n  just a little on the testicle\n  never leaving till the rest go\n  and it's best to know\n  every dog on a day got a chance to bring\n  got a chain for the best clothes\n  I wanna die my best slow\n  and even in my death glow\n  lets have a prayer for the world, the cold one\n  from the old to the small one\n  jsut to say that we are one\n  father listen\n  this world is cold.\n\n  (chorus)\n"}]