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penthouse high-riser, yeah (oh, my God)\n[01:26.09] Samuel Bankman, free all my guys up, yeah\n[01:29.23] I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser\n[01:32.28] I'm with the mob at Graycliff, 20 cigars and, they fuckin' my eyes up\n[01:35.81] I am not better or wiser, Future the Prince is my trusted advisor\n[01:39.16] If it's up to me, I get everyone hit, I get everyone lined up\n[01:42.65] If it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, man, everyone time's up\n[01:46.06] If it's up to me, if it's up to me, ay\n[01:49.62] If it's up to me, then you all on a list, man, everyone signed up\n[01:52.95] If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up\n[01:56.03] If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up\n[02:01.32] Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n[02:03.94] Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n[02:05.20] Go blow the dust off your plaques\n[02:06.80] What was the year that they say you had slaps?\n[02:08.51] 'Cause I don't remember it 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am\n[01:23.50] An FTX penthouse high-riser, yeah (oh, my God)\n[01:26.10] Samuel Bankman, free all my guys up, yeah\n[01:29.33] I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser\n[01:32.33] I'm with the mob at Graycliff, 20 cigars and, they fuckin' my eyes up\n[01:35.98] I am not better or wiser, Future the Prince is my trusted advisor\n[01:39.25] If it's up to me, I get everyone hit, I get everyone lined up\n[01:42.75] If it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, man, everyone time's up\n[01:46.11] If it's up to me, if it's up to me, ay\n[01:49.79] If it's up to me, then you all on a list, man, everyone signed up\n[01:53.03] If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up\n[01:56.19] If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up\n[02:01.46] Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n[02:04.03] Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n[02:05.32] Go blow the dust off your plaques\n[02:06.92] What was the year that they say you had slaps?\n[02:08.69] 'Cause I 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you're good 'til the next time we meet up\n But now I gotta send it up\n Yеah\n They was like, \"Go blow the dust off your plaquеs\n Go blow the dust off your plaques\"\n What was the year that they say you had slaps?\n 'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that\n I don't remember one word in your raps\n I don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracks, let's go\n Yeah\n I am, I am, I am\n An FTX penthouse high-riser, yeah (oh, my God)\n Samuel Bankman, free all my guys up, yeah\n I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser\n I'm with the mob at Graycliff, 20 cigars and, they fuckin' my eyes up\n I am not better or wiser, Future the Prince is my trusted advisor\n If it's up to me, I get everyone hit, I get everyone lined up\n If it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, man, everyone time's up\n If it's up to me, if it's up to me, ay\n If it's up to me, then you all on a list, man, everyone signed up\n If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up\n If it wasn't for 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slaps?\n[01:13.22] 'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that\n[01:14.44] I don't remember one word in your raps\n[01:16.02] I don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracks, let's go\n[01:18.57] Yeah\n[01:20.69] I am, I am, I am\n[01:23.50] An FTX penthouse high-riser, yeah (oh, my God)\n[01:26.10] Samuel Bankman, free all my guys up, yeah\n[01:29.33] I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser\n[01:32.33] I'm with the mob at Graycliff, 20 cigars and, they fuckin' my eyes up\n[01:35.98] I am not better or wiser, Future the Prince is my trusted advisor\n[01:39.25] If it's up to me, I get everyone hit, I get everyone lined up\n[01:42.75] If it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, man, everyone time's up\n[01:46.11] If it's up to me, if it's up to me, ay\n[01:49.79] If it's up to me, then you all on a list, man, everyone signed up\n[01:53.03] If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up\n[01:56.19] If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up\n[02:01.46] Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n[02:04.03] Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n[02:05.32] Go blow the dust off your plaques\n[02:06.92] What was the year that they say you had slaps?\n[02:08.69] 'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that\n[02:10.17] I don't remember nothin' 'bout them raps\n[02:12.06] I don't remember nothin' bein' facts, let's go\n[02:15.45] Ay\n[02:16.61] I am, I am, I am\n[02:18.85] A BTC, crypto big timer\n[02:20.90] A corporate America hit survivor\n[02:25.68] Got a real big heart, I'm a fucked up guy, though\n[02:29.07] Those ain't my haters, those are my secret admirers\n[02:31.88] New Year's Eve, police escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworks\n[02:35.15] I heard your brother got flipped and it sloppy, so that wasn't our work\n[02:38.29] Definitely gon' know if it's us if we got 'em\n[02:40.63] Just wait 'til it's our turn, ay\n[02:42.45] Go blow the dust off your plaques\n[02:43.76] Go blow the dust off your plaques\n[02:45.32] 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I get everyone hit, I get everyone lined up\n If it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, man, everyone time's up\n If it's up to me, if it's up to me, ay\n\n If it's up to me, then you all on a list, man, everyone signed up\n If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up\n If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up\n\n Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n Go blow the dust off your plaques\n What was the year that they say you had slaps?\n 'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that\n I don't remember nothin' 'bout them raps\n I don't remember nothin' bein' facts, let's go\n Ay\n I am, I am, I am\n\n A BTC, crypto big timer\n A corporate America hit survivor\n Got a real big heart, I'm a fucked up guy, though\n Those ain't my haters, those are my secret admirers\n New Year's Eve, police escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworks\n I heard your brother got flipped and it sloppy, so that wasn't our work\n 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the year that they say you had slaps?\n'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that\nI don't remember one word in your raps\nI don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracks\nLet's go\nYeah\nI am, I am, I am","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dust\n artist: Drake\n album: ICEMAN\n duration_ms: 190000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Madda\n Some idiot boy dere\n You should go ahead and pop some corn and grab a stool\n The boy's about to break some news\n All the numbers are final, no t-shirts, no vinyl\n Y'all 'bout to make me richie like Lionel, for real\n And that's the truth\n Sixteen hours ahead in Melbourne, I don't even know what's goin' on back home, straight\n Ayy\n\n Girls from Atlanta call me Santa\n Girls from Australia, what can I tell ya?\n You know I love you so much\n I just gotta handle somethin' bigger than us\n Triple S was really to show you my love\n And make sure you're good 'til the next time we meet up\n But now I gotta 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on them tracks, let's go\n Yeah\n I am, I am, I am\n You might also like\n Whisper My Name\n Drake\n Janice STFU\n Drake\n Make Them Cry\n Drake\n\n An FTX penthouse high-riser, yeah\n Samuel Bankman, free all my guys up, yeah\n I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser\n I'm with the mob at Graycliff, twenty cigars and they fuckin' my eyes up\n I am not better or wiser, Future the Prince is my trusted advisor\n If it's up to me, I get everyone hit, I get everyone lined up\n If it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, man, everyone time's up\n If it's up to me, if it's up to me, ayy\n If it's up to me, then you all on a list, man, everyone signed up\n If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up\n If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up\n\n Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n Go blow the dust off your plaques\n What was the year that they say you had slaps?\n 'Cause I don't remember it 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así\n No recuerdo ni una sola palabra de tus raps\n No recuerdo nada tuyo en esas canciones, vamos\n Sí, yo soy, yo soy, yo soy\n Un penthouse de FTX en un rascacielos\n Sam Bankman-Fried, liberen a todos mis muchachos, sí\n Estoy en un show agotado con tu chica sobre una tarima\n Estoy con la mafia en Graycliff, veinte cigarros, y ni me están jodiendo los ojos\n No soy mejor ni más sabio, Future es el príncipe, es mi asesor de confianza\n Si fuera por mí, irían por todos, alinearía a todos\n Si fuera por mí, llevo rato fichándolos, maricas, el tiempo de todos ya se acabó\n Si fuera por mí, si fuera por mí, ey\n Si fuera por mí, todos ustedes estarían en una lista, ey, todos ya están anotados\n Si fuera por mí, eso ya está decidido, no estoy pensándolo\n Si no fuera por mí tendiéndote la mano, nunca habrías subido\n\n\n Piu, piu, piu, piu, piu\n Ve a quitarle el polvo a tus placas, ¿qué?\n Ve a quitarle el polvo a tus placas, ¿qué?\n Ve a quitarle el polvo a tus placas\n ¿En qué año 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everyone signed up\n[01:53.03] If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up\n[01:56.19] If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up\n[02:01.46] Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n[02:04.03] Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n[02:05.32] Go blow the dust off your plaques\n[02:06.92] What was the year that they say you had slaps?\n[02:08.69] 'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that\n[02:10.17] I don't remember nothin' 'bout them raps\n[02:12.06] I don't remember nothin' bein' facts, let's go\n[02:15.45] Ay\n[02:16.61] I am, I am, I am\n[02:18.85] A BTC, crypto big timer\n[02:20.90] A corporate America hit survivor\n[02:25.68] Got a real big heart, I'm a fucked up guy, though\n[02:29.07] Those ain't my haters, those are my secret admirers\n[02:31.88] New Year's Eve, police escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworks\n[02:35.15] I heard your brother got flipped and it sloppy, so that wasn't our work\n[02:38.29] Definitely gon' know if it's us 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everyone signed up\n[01:53.03] If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up\n[01:56.19] If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up\n[02:01.46] Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n[02:04.03] Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n[02:05.32] Go blow the dust off your plaques\n[02:06.92] What was the year that they say you had slaps?\n[02:08.69] 'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that\n[02:10.17] I don't remember nothin' 'bout them raps\n[02:12.06] I don't remember nothin' bein' facts, let's go\n[02:15.45] Ay\n[02:16.61] I am, I am, I am\n[02:18.85] A BTC, crypto big timer\n[02:20.90] A corporate America hit survivor\n[02:25.68] Got a real big heart, I'm a fucked up guy, though\n[02:29.07] Those ain't my haters, those are my secret admirers\n[02:31.88] New Year's Eve, police escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworks\n[02:35.15] I heard your brother got flipped and it sloppy, so that wasn't our work\n[02:38.29] Definitely gon' know if it's us 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Yеah\n[01:07.21] They was like, \"Go blow the dust off your plaquеs\n[01:09.39] Go blow the dust off your plaques\"\n[01:11.26] What was the year that they say you had slaps?\n[01:13.22] 'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that\n[01:14.44] I don't remember one word in your raps\n[01:16.02] I don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracks, let's go\n[01:18.57] Yeah\n[01:20.69] I am, I am, I am\n[01:23.50] An FTX penthouse high-riser, yeah (oh, my God)\n[01:26.10] Samuel Bankman, free all my guys up, yeah\n[01:29.33] I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser\n[01:32.33] I'm with the mob at Graycliff, 20 cigars and, they fuckin' my eyes up\n[01:35.98] I am not better or wiser, Future the Prince is my trusted advisor\n[01:39.25] If it's up to me, I get everyone hit, I get everyone lined up\n[01:42.75] If it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, man, everyone time's up\n[01:46.11] If it's up to me, if it's up to me, ay\n[01:49.79] If it's up to me, then you all on a list, man, everyone signed up\n[01:53.03] If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up\n[01:56.19] If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up\n[02:01.46] Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n[02:04.03] Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n[02:05.32] Go blow the dust off your plaques\n[02:06.92] What was the year that they say you had slaps?\n[02:08.69] 'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that\n[02:10.17] I don't remember nothin' 'bout them raps\n[02:12.06] I don't remember nothin' bein' facts, let's go\n[02:15.45] Ay\n[02:16.61] I am, I am, I am\n[02:18.85] A BTC, crypto big timer\n[02:20.90] A corporate America hit survivor\n[02:25.68] Got a real big heart, I'm a fucked up guy, though\n[02:29.07] Those ain't my haters, those are my secret admirers\n[02:31.88] New Year's Eve, police escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworks\n[02:35.15] I heard your brother got flipped and it sloppy, so that wasn't our work\n[02:38.29] Definitely gon' know if it's us 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say you had slaps?\n start_ms: 126920\n end_ms: 128690\n- text: '''Cause I don''t remember it goin'' like that'\n start_ms: 128690\n end_ms: 130170\n- text: I don't remember nothin' 'bout them raps\n start_ms: 130170\n end_ms: 132060\n- text: I don't remember nothin' bein' facts, let's go\n start_ms: 132060\n end_ms: 135450\n- text: Ay\n start_ms: 135450\n end_ms: 136610\n- text: I am, I am, I am\n start_ms: 136610\n end_ms: 138850\n- text: A BTC, crypto big timer\n start_ms: 138850\n end_ms: 140900\n- text: A corporate America hit survivor\n start_ms: 140900\n end_ms: 145680\n- text: Got a real big heart, I'm a fucked up guy, though\n start_ms: 145680\n end_ms: 149070\n- text: Those ain't my haters, those are my secret admirers\n start_ms: 149070\n end_ms: 151880\n- text: New Year's Eve, police escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworks\n start_ms: 151880\n end_ms: 155150\n- text: I heard your brother got flipped and it sloppy, so that wasn't our work\n start_ms: 155150\n end_ms: 158290\n- text: Definitely gon' know if it's us if we got 'em\n start_ms: 158290\n end_ms: 160630\n- text: Just wait 'til it's our turn, ay\n start_ms: 160630\n end_ms: 162450\n- text: Go blow the dust off your plaques\n start_ms: 162450\n end_ms: 163760\n- text: Go blow the dust off your plaques\n start_ms: 163760\n end_ms: 165320\n- text: What was the year that they say you had slaps?\n start_ms: 165320\n end_ms: 166750\n- text: '''Cause I don''t remember it goin'' like that'\n start_ms: 166750\n end_ms: 168450\n- text: I don't remember one word in your raps\n start_ms: 168450\n end_ms: 170240\n- text: I don't remember nothin' 'bout you on those tracks\n start_ms: 170240\n end_ms: 171390\n- text: Let's go, yeah\n start_ms: 171390\n end_ms: 173650\n- text: I am, I am, I am\n start_ms: 173650\n end_ms: 175490\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 175490\nplain: |-\n Madda\n Some idiot boy there\n You should go ahead and pop some corn and grab a stool\n The boy's about to break some news\n All the numbers are final, no T-shirts, no vinyl\n Y'all 'bout to make me richie like Lionel, for real\n And that's the truth\n 16 hours ahead in Melbourne, I don't even know what's goin' on back home, straight\n Ay\n Girls from Atlanta call me Santa\n Girls from Australia, what can I tell ya?\n You know I love you so much\n I just gotta handle somethin' bigger than us\n Triple S was really to show you my love\n And make sure you're good 'til the next time we meet up\n But now I gotta send it up\n Yеah\n They was like, \"Go blow the dust off your plaquеs\n Go blow the dust off your plaques\"\n What was the year that they say you had slaps?\n 'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that\n I don't remember one word in your raps\n I don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracks, let's go\n Yeah\n I am, I am, I am\n An FTX penthouse high-riser, yeah (oh, my God)\n Samuel Bankman, free all my guys up, yeah\n I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser\n I'm with the mob at Graycliff, 20 cigars and, they fuckin' my eyes up\n I am not better or wiser, Future the Prince is my trusted advisor\n If it's up to me, I get everyone hit, I get everyone lined up\n If it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, man, everyone time's up\n If it's up to me, if it's up to me, ay\n If it's up to me, then you all on a list, man, everyone signed up\n If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up\n If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up\n Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?\n Go blow the dust off your plaques\n What was the year that they say you had slaps?\n 'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that\n I don't remember nothin' 'bout them raps\n I don't remember nothin' bein' facts, let's go\n Ay\n I am, I am, I am\n A BTC, crypto big timer\n A corporate America hit survivor\n Got a real big heart, I'm a fucked up guy, though\n Those ain't my haters, those are my secret admirers\n New Year's Eve, police escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworks\n I heard your brother got flipped and it sloppy, so that wasn't our work\n Definitely gon' know if it's us if we got 'em\n Just wait 'til it's our turn, ay\n Go blow the dust off your plaques\n Go blow the dust off your plaques\n What was the year that they say you had slaps?\n 'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that\n I don't remember one word in your raps\n I don't remember nothin' 'bout you on those tracks\n Let's go, yeah\n I am, I am, I am\n"}]