[{"id":31510646,"name":"Hallucinations","trackName":"Hallucinations","artistName":"Dope D.O.D.","albumName":"Da Roach","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm just, sittin in my room building up my karma\nWait up, got a spliff and it's rolled up by my loyal partner\nPass the light, I'mma smoke 'em like we Godfather\n\nFuck around with Miss X, yes, that way it hits harder\nI'm on a higher plane, no time for getting lyrical\nI'm living in a cubicle for humans quite unsuitable\nSlip the clover down your throat, it ain't a joke\nWait 'til it kicks, there's no antidote\nCause all your dreams and your motherfucking fantasies\nAre deep down in my pocket in my world of my realities\nSo step into the cavity, mind state in jeopardy\n\nI'mma let you see, moving mountains with telepathy\nYour brain encrusted, insane you busters\n\nYellow mustard, angel's dusters\nWith a bag of piff I'm floating through the black monolith\nI'll be back one day, promises, promises\n\nI salute the, hallucination\nWith the lucid, hallucination\nGuess you're just a figment, of my imagination\nI salute the, hallucination\nWith the lucid, hallucination\nGuess you're just a figment, of my imagination\nI salute the, hallucination\nWith the lucid, hallucination\nGuess you're just a figment, of my imagination\n\nI salute the, hallucination\nWith the lucid, hallucination\nPicture what I'm saying, hallucination\n\nI'm sitting here, waiting in anticipation\nFor elevation, no glorification\n\nI'll send your peeps on a permanent vacation\nNow I'm liquidating whole populations\n\nInside information debating\nFor my recreation on a space station\nI'll paint the picture, it's like animations\nYou ain't getting nothing, be prepared for starvation\nGods of creation, planets in rotation\n\nIt's a demonstration of perfect formations\nI'm fighting temptation, free like the Masons\nWith determination, it's a whole operation\nNo explanation, we keep innovating\nYou're stuck with frustrations, I'm chilling, intoxication\nIt's all good, I'm hallucinating\nNext level and beyond, everything is for the taking\n\nI salute the, hallucination\nWith the lucid, hallucination\nGuess you're just a figment, of my imagination\nI salute the, hallucination\nWith the lucid, hallucination\nGuess you're just a figment, of my imagination\nI salute the, hallucination\nWith the lucid, hallucination\nGuess you're just a figment, of my imagination\n\nI salute the, hallucination\nWith the lucid, hallucination\nPicture what I'm saying, hallucination\n\nThe mushroom kicks in, I'm shifting\nTo another dimension, in an instant, I split seconds\nRunning down the rabbit hole, I break records\nGot bitches kissing my Timbs made of snake leather\nThe pimp king panther that hates rappers\nHold this thought before my train crashes\nBreak damage, the grenade flashes, turning your world white\nI hate gangsters that girl fight and never brawl\n\nIn general I'm on something real chemical\nGot Serena Williams blowing my tennis balls\nI chew brick walls covered in aerosol\nWhen I cut the bitches I fuck they bleed caramel\n\nI wrote this smoking on a camel toe\nStanding on a desert hill, ass fucking Paris Hill\nTons of pills she could use for the morning after\nBut uh, all I hear is boring laughter","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hallucinations\n  artist: Dope D.O.D.\n  album: Da Roach\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm just, sittin in my room building up my karma\n  Wait up, got a spliff and it's rolled up by my loyal partner\n  Pass the light, I'mma smoke 'em like we Godfather\n\n  Fuck around with Miss X, yes, that way it hits harder\n  I'm on a higher plane, no time for getting lyrical\n  I'm living in a cubicle for humans quite unsuitable\n  Slip the clover down your throat, it ain't a joke\n  Wait 'til it kicks, there's no antidote\n  Cause all your dreams and your motherfucking fantasies\n  Are deep down in my pocket in my world of my realities\n  So step into the cavity, mind state in jeopardy\n\n  I'mma let you see, moving mountains with telepathy\n  Your brain encrusted, insane you busters\n\n  Yellow mustard, angel's dusters\n  With a bag of piff I'm floating through the black monolith\n  I'll be back one day, promises, promises\n\n  I salute the, hallucination\n  With the lucid, hallucination\n  Guess you're just a figment, of my imagination\n  I salute the, hallucination\n  With the lucid, hallucination\n  Guess you're just a figment, of my imagination\n  I salute the, hallucination\n  With the lucid, hallucination\n  Guess you're just a figment, of my imagination\n\n  I salute the, hallucination\n  With the lucid, hallucination\n  Picture what I'm saying, hallucination\n\n  I'm sitting here, waiting in anticipation\n  For elevation, no glorification\n\n  I'll send your peeps on a permanent vacation\n  Now I'm liquidating whole populations\n\n  Inside information debating\n  For my recreation on a space station\n  I'll paint the picture, it's like animations\n  You ain't getting nothing, be prepared for starvation\n  Gods of creation, planets in rotation\n\n  It's a demonstration of perfect formations\n  I'm fighting temptation, free like the Masons\n  With determination, it's a whole operation\n  No explanation, we keep innovating\n  You're stuck with frustrations, I'm chilling, intoxication\n  It's all good, I'm hallucinating\n  Next level and beyond, everything is for the taking\n\n  I salute the, hallucination\n  With the lucid, hallucination\n  Guess you're just a figment, of my imagination\n  I salute the, hallucination\n  With the lucid, hallucination\n  Guess you're just a figment, of my imagination\n  I salute the, hallucination\n  With the lucid, hallucination\n  Guess you're just a figment, of my imagination\n\n  I salute the, hallucination\n  With the lucid, hallucination\n  Picture what I'm saying, hallucination\n\n  The mushroom kicks in, I'm shifting\n  To another dimension, in an instant, I split seconds\n  Running down the rabbit hole, I break records\n  Got bitches kissing my Timbs made of snake leather\n  The pimp king panther that hates rappers\n  Hold this thought before my train crashes\n  Break damage, the grenade flashes, turning your world white\n  I hate gangsters that girl fight and never brawl\n\n  In general I'm on something real chemical\n  Got Serena Williams blowing my tennis balls\n  I chew brick walls covered in aerosol\n  When I cut the bitches I fuck they bleed caramel\n\n  I wrote this smoking on a camel toe\n  Standing on a desert hill, ass fucking Paris Hill\n  Tons of pills she could use for the morning after\n  But uh, all I hear is boring laughter\n"}]