[{"id":34597139,"name":"Make Them Cry","trackName":"Make Them Cry","artistName":"Drake - Topic","albumName":"Make Them Cry","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\nThis new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\nI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\nI don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\nSometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\nBut I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\nI know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\nIt'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\nI put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\nThen I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\nIf that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\nYou fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\nYou gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\nThey textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\nYou keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\nSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\nI keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\nI can't believe it, yeah\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it","syncedLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah [0:10]\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\nThis new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\nI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\nI don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\nSometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\nBut I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\nI know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\nIt'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\nI put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\nThen I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\nIf that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\nYou fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\nYou gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\nThey textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\nYou keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\nSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\nI keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\nI can't believe it, yeah\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Make Them Cry\n artist: Drake - Topic\n album: Make Them Cry\n duration_ms: 308000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Intro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n Yeah\n\n [Verse]\n I'm an only child, no one could've made another\n I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\n The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\n I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\n I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\n I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\n I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\n And if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\n I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\n But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\n Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\n I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\n And I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\n I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\n Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\n They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\n Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\n I really hate those two words, they never bring peace\n I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\n I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\n But all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\n With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\n So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\n Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\n When I dig deep, they say dig deeper\n Tell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\n This album better have some big features\n Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\n And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\n Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\n Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\n Yeah\n Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\n I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\n I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\n He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\n Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\n To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\n I could never forgive such a nefarious action\n I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\n This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\n I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\n I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\n Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\n But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\n I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\n It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\n I put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\n Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\n If that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\n You fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\n You gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\n They textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\n You keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\n Sis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\n I keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\n I can't believe it, yeah\n Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\n The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\n And plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\n While I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\n I think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\n Either I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\n I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\n Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\n So many people that's not around from that generation\n Niggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\n Nigga, I battle frustration\n I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\n I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\n Fuck it, I'll battle the label\n Fuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\n Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\n Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\n How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\n How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\n How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\n Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\n My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\n Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\n For real\n And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\n"},{"id":33732545,"name":"Make Them Cry","trackName":"Make Them Cry","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"Drake","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\nThis new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\nI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\nI don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\nSometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\nBut I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\nI know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\nIt'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\nI put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\nThen I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\nIf that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\nYou fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\nYou gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\nThey textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\nYou keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\nSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\nI keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\nI can't believe it, yeah\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","syncedLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\nThis new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\nI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\nI don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\nSometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\nBut I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\nI know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\nIt'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\nI put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\nThen I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\nIf that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\nYou fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\nYou gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\nThey textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\nYou keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\nSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\nI keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\nI can't believe it, yeah\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Make Them Cry\n artist: Drake\n album: Drake\n duration_ms: 308000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Intro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n Yeah\n\n [Verse]\n I'm an only child, no one could've made another\n I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\n The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\n I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\n I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\n I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\n I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\n And if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\n I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\n But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\n Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\n I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\n And I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\n I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\n Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\n They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\n Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\n I really hate those two words, they never bring peace\n I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\n I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\n But all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\n With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\n So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\n Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\n When I dig deep, they say dig deeper\n Tell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\n This album better have some big features\n Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\n And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\n Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\n Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\n Yeah\n Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\n I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\n I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\n He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\n Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\n To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\n I could never forgive such a nefarious action\n I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\n This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\n I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\n I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\n Sometimes I only see 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artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\n Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\n My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\n Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\n For real\n And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\n You might also like\n Dust\n Drake\n Whisper My Name\n Drake\n Janice STFU\n Drake\n [Outro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n"},{"id":35283057,"name":"Make Them Cry","trackName":"Make Them Cry","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"ICEMAN [2026] [Hi-Res] [FLAC-24Bit]-Sc4r3cr0w - 01. 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plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86]Yeah\n[00:04.99]Ice\n[00:09.63]Yeah\n[00:10.32]\n[00:14.85]I'm an only child, no one could've made another\n[00:17.60]I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\n[00:22.04]The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\n[00:24.72]I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\n[00:29.97]I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\n[00:34.01]I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\n[00:38.40]I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\n[00:42.41]And if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\n[00:46.77]I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love 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have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\n The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\n I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\n I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\n I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\n I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\n And if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\n I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\n But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\n Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\n I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\n And I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\n I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\n Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\n They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\n Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\n I really hate those two words, they never bring peace\n I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\n I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\n But all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\n With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\n So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\n Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\n When I dig deep, they say dig deeper\n Tell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\n This album better have some big features\n Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\n And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\n Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\n Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\n Yeah\n Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\n I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\n I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\n He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\n Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\n To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\n I could never forgive such a nefarious action\n I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\n This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\n I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\n I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\n Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\n But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\n I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\n It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\n I put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\n Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\n If that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\n You fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\n You gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\n They textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\n You keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\n Sis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\n I keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\n I can't believe it, yeah\n Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\n The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\n And plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\n While I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\n I think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\n Either I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\n I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\n Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\n So many people that's not around from that generation\n Niggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\n Nigga, I battle frustration\n I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\n I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\n Fuck it, I'll battle the label\n Fuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\n Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\n Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\n How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\n How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\n How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\n Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\n My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\n Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\n For real\n And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\n You might also like\n Dust\n Drake\n Whisper My Name\n Drake\n Janice STFU\n Drake\n [Outro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n"},{"id":33994995,"name":"Make Them Cry","trackName":"Make Them Cry","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"Drake Videos","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\nThis new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\nI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\nI don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\nSometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\nBut I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\nI know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\nIt'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\nI put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\nThen I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\nIf that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\nYou fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\nYou gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\nThey textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\nYou keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\nSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\nI keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\nI can't believe it, yeah\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","syncedLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\nThis 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believe it, yeah\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Make Them Cry\n artist: Drake\n album: Drake Videos\n duration_ms: 308000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Intro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n Yeah\n\n [Verse]\n I'm an only child, no one could've made another\n I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\n The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\n I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\n I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\n I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\n I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\n And if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\n I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\n But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\n Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\n I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\n And I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\n I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\n Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\n They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\n Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\n I really hate those two words, they never bring peace\n I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\n I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\n But all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\n With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\n So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\n Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\n When I dig deep, they say dig deeper\n Tell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\n This album better have some big features\n Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\n And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\n Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\n Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\n Yeah\n Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\n I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\n I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\n He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\n Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\n To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\n I could never forgive such a nefarious action\n I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\n This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\n I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\n I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\n Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\n But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\n I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\n It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\n I put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\n Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\n If that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\n You fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\n You gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\n They textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\n You keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\n Sis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\n I keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\n I can't believe it, yeah\n Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\n The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\n And plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\n While I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\n I think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\n Either I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\n I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\n Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\n So many people that's not around from that generation\n Niggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\n Nigga, I battle frustration\n I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\n I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\n Fuck it, I'll battle the label\n Fuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\n Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\n Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\n How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\n How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\n How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\n Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\n My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\n Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\n For real\n And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\n You might also like\n Dust\n Drake\n Whisper My Name\n Drake\n Janice STFU\n Drake\n [Outro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n"},{"id":39991796,"name":"Make Them Cry","trackName":"Make Them Cry","artistName":"Drake - Topic","albumName":"Drake - Topic","duration":307.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nIce\nYeah\n\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother\nAnd treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took\nThe whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me\nAnd see an overcomer\n\nI'm looking back at them and these days\nI see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that- that\nI ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt\nI'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my -, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the - that they be goin' up to\n\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words\nWhen he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand\nSee the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say\n\"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread\nBut there's some - you gotta pony up to\"\n\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do\nI gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my -\nAnd we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf\nAnd maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb\nAnd the conversations surrounding\nMy music like they're Twin Peak\n\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this - is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me\nThat's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble\nBut I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people\nI almost forgot the intro\n\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day\nAnd said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that - it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come\nAnd tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\n\nI'm still healin' my own traumas\nI've barely adapted\nThis new toxic -\nI'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\nI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\nI don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\nSometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\nBut I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\nI know it's a heavy decision to bury the hatchet\nIt'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\nI put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when\nI pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\nThen I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\nIf that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\n\nYou f- dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\nYou gave him reason to speak on my name\nThat's some weak -\nThey textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\nYou keepin' your options open, for real\nThat's some me -\nSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\nI keep on rescuin' leeches\nI can't believe it\nI really can't believe it\nI can't believe it, yeah\n\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this - or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nWanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\n\nI battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop\nAnd already they - complainin'\nF-, I'll battle the label\nI'll battle the majors\nI'll battle the stations 'til my - is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans\n\nI thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nWant me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say 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really the - that they be goin' up to\n[00:52.49] Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words\n[00:54.76] When he knows I'm in a load of trouble\n[00:56.88] I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\n[00:58.87] And I got a bunch of hits on my hand\n[01:00.52] See the swollen knuckles?\n[01:02.12] I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say\n[01:04.27] \"Then show your muscles\n[01:05.56] Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\n[01:08.44] They know you thorough with bread\n[01:09.86] But there's some - you gotta pony up to\"\n[01:12.51] Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do\n[01:14.96] I gotta dig deep\n[01:16.38] I really hate those two words, they never bring peace\n[01:19.36] I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my -\n[01:21.35] And we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\n[01:24.63] I came here to turn a new leaf\n[01:26.14] And maybe finally get some sleep\n[01:27.70] But all I can think about is the mountain to climb\n[01:30.38] And the 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fantastic\n[02:20.78] He don't have the heart to come\n[02:21.97] And tell us he pawned it for cash\n[02:23.65] Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\n[02:27.00] To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\n[02:29.94] I could never forgive such a nefarious action\n[02:32.74] I'm still healin' my own traumas\n[02:34.46] I've barely adapted\n[02:35.99] This new toxic -\n[02:36.89] I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\n[02:41.40] I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\n[02:44.59] I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\n[02:47.86] Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\n[02:50.84] But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\n[02:53.89] I know it's a heavy decision to bury the hatchet\n[02:56.69] It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\n[02:59.83] I put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when\n[03:01.60] I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our 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like nephews and nieces\n I keep on rescuin' leeches\n I can't believe it\n I really can't believe it\n I can't believe it, yeah\n\n Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\n The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\n And plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\n While I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\n I think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\n Either I'm too numb to this - or the city is changin'\n I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\n Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\n So many people that's not around from that generation\n Wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\n\n I battle frustration\n I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\n I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop\n And already they - complainin'\n F-, I'll battle the label\n I'll battle the majors\n I'll battle the stations 'til my - is back in rotation\n Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\n Shout out to the fake fans\n\n I thought we had an arrangement\n How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\n How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\n How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\n Want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\n My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\n Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\n For real\n And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\n"},{"id":36140123,"name":"Circadian Rhythm","trackName":"Circadian Rhythm","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"Make Them Cry","duration":126.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah\nI hit the weed too hard\nYou sent an eight-minute voice note straight from the heart\nI reply like, \"Yeah, whatever\nWhen can you come get your stuff?\"\nI need this shit out the crib\nI think it's bringin' bad luck\nPlug you in, now you lit\nI pulled the plug, now you stuck\nDignity over a nut, wick-man all in the cut\nHow many doors did they shut?\nHow many feathers they pluck?\nRap game like my sleepin' pattern\n'Cause how the fuck I'm still up?\nYeah, niggas don't speak my language\nniggas don't speak my language\nniggas don't speak my language, yeah\nHow the fuck I'm still up?\nYeah, niggas don't speak my language\nniggas don't speak my language\nniggas don't speak my language, yeah\nHow the fuck I'm still up?\nWritin' they name on a list, baby\nSeven day candles are lit, baby\nShout to Machine, he is a Wick, baby\nProblems are there to get fixed, baby\nSend me somethin' from your trip, baby\nGo invisible ink on them pics, baby\nWanna turn you to a housewife\nAnd you never had to clean a dish, baby\nYeah, bae, just roll one up, yeah\nHow many quotes I wrote?\nHow much gold I struck? Ay\nHow many funeral dates they plan for me\nAnd I dodged it like the truck? Yeah\nRap game like my sleepin' pattern\n'Cause how the fuck I'm still up?\nYeah, niggas don't speak my language\nniggas don't speak my language\nniggas don't speak my language, yeah\nHow the fuck I'm still up?\nYeah, niggas don't speak my language\nniggas don't speak my language\nniggas don't speak my language, yeah\nHow the fuck I'm still up?\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.40] Yeah, yeah\n[00:12.98] I hit the weed too hard\n[00:15.06] You sent an eight-minute voice note straight from the heart\n[00:18.88] I reply like, \"Yeah, whatever\n[00:22.15] When can you come get your stuff?\"\n[00:23.68] I need this shit out the crib\n[00:25.03] I think it's bringin' bad luck\n[00:26.95] Plug you in, now you lit\n[00:28.66] I pulled the plug, now you stuck\n[00:30.21] Dignity over a nut, wick-man all in the cut\n[00:33.65] How many doors did they shut?\n[00:34.96] How many feathers they pluck?\n[00:36.63] Rap game like my sleepin' pattern\n[00:38.38] 'Cause how the fuck I'm still up?\n[00:40.24] Yeah, niggas don't speak my language\n[00:44.49] niggas don't speak my language\n[00:47.72] niggas don't speak my language, yeah\n[00:51.54] How the fuck I'm still up?\n[00:53.68] Yeah, niggas don't speak my language\n[00:57.55] niggas don't speak my language\n[01:01.03] niggas don't speak my language, yeah\n[01:04.53] How the fuck I'm still up?\n[01:06.38] Writin' they name on a list, baby\n[01:07.85] Seven day candles are lit, baby\n[01:09.75] Shout to Machine, he is a Wick, baby\n[01:11.57] Problems are there to get fixed, baby\n[01:13.02] Send me somethin' from your trip, baby\n[01:14.31] Go invisible ink on them pics, baby\n[01:16.32] Wanna turn you to a housewife\n[01:17.74] And you never had to clean a dish, baby\n[01:20.06] Yeah, bae, just roll one up, yeah\n[01:22.52] How many quotes I wrote?\n[01:23.62] How much gold I struck? Ay\n[01:25.73] How many funeral dates they plan for me\n[01:27.61] And I dodged it like the truck? Yeah\n[01:29.47] Rap game like my sleepin' pattern\n[01:30.92] 'Cause how the fuck I'm still up?\n[01:32.93] Yeah, niggas don't speak my language\n[01:36.93] niggas don't speak my language\n[01:40.18] niggas don't speak my language, yeah\n[01:44.15] How the fuck I'm still up?\n[01:46.29] Yeah, niggas don't speak my language\n[01:50.14] niggas don't speak my language\n[01:53.59] niggas don't speak my language, yeah\n[01:57.27] How the fuck I'm still up?\n[01:58.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Circadian Rhythm\n artist: Drake\n album: Make Them Cry\n duration_ms: 126000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 9400\n end_ms: 12980\n- text: I hit the weed too hard\n start_ms: 12980\n end_ms: 15060\n- text: You sent an eight-minute voice note straight from the heart\n start_ms: 15060\n end_ms: 18880\n- text: I reply like, \"Yeah, whatever\n start_ms: 18880\n end_ms: 22150\n- text: When can you come get your stuff?\"\n start_ms: 22150\n end_ms: 23680\n- text: I need this shit out the crib\n start_ms: 23680\n end_ms: 25030\n- text: I think it's bringin' bad luck\n start_ms: 25030\n end_ms: 26950\n- text: Plug you in, now you lit\n start_ms: 26950\n end_ms: 28660\n- text: I pulled the plug, now you stuck\n start_ms: 28660\n end_ms: 30210\n- text: Dignity over a nut, wick-man all in the cut\n start_ms: 30210\n end_ms: 33650\n- text: How many doors did they shut?\n start_ms: 33650\n end_ms: 34960\n- text: How many feathers they pluck?\n start_ms: 34960\n end_ms: 36630\n- text: Rap game like my sleepin' pattern\n start_ms: 36630\n end_ms: 38380\n- text: '''Cause how the fuck I''m still up?'\n start_ms: 38380\n end_ms: 40240\n- text: Yeah, niggas don't speak my language\n start_ms: 40240\n end_ms: 44490\n- text: niggas don't speak my language\n start_ms: 44490\n end_ms: 47720\n- text: niggas don't speak my language, yeah\n start_ms: 47720\n end_ms: 51540\n- text: How the fuck I'm still up?\n start_ms: 51540\n end_ms: 53680\n- text: Yeah, niggas don't speak my language\n start_ms: 53680\n end_ms: 57550\n- text: niggas don't speak my language\n start_ms: 57550\n end_ms: 61030\n- text: niggas don't speak my language, yeah\n start_ms: 61030\n end_ms: 64530\n- text: How the fuck I'm still up?\n start_ms: 64530\n end_ms: 66380\n- text: Writin' they name on a list, baby\n start_ms: 66380\n end_ms: 67850\n- text: Seven day candles are lit, baby\n start_ms: 67850\n end_ms: 69750\n- text: Shout to Machine, he is a Wick, baby\n start_ms: 69750\n end_ms: 71570\n- text: Problems are there to get fixed, baby\n start_ms: 71570\n end_ms: 73020\n- text: Send me somethin' from your trip, baby\n start_ms: 73020\n end_ms: 74310\n- text: Go invisible ink on them pics, baby\n start_ms: 74310\n end_ms: 76320\n- text: Wanna turn you to a housewife\n start_ms: 76320\n end_ms: 77740\n- text: And you never had to clean a dish, baby\n start_ms: 77740\n end_ms: 80060\n- text: Yeah, bae, just roll one up, yeah\n start_ms: 80060\n end_ms: 82520\n- text: How many quotes I wrote?\n start_ms: 82520\n end_ms: 83620\n- text: How much gold I struck? 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Ay\n How many funeral dates they plan for me\n And I dodged it like the truck? Yeah\n Rap game like my sleepin' pattern\n 'Cause how the fuck I'm still up?\n Yeah, niggas don't speak my language\n niggas don't speak my language\n niggas don't speak my language, yeah\n How the fuck I'm still up?\n Yeah, niggas don't speak my language\n niggas don't speak my language\n niggas don't speak my language, yeah\n How the fuck I'm still up?\n"},{"id":33730589,"name":"Make Them Cry","trackName":"Make Them Cry","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"ICEMAN","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\nThis new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\nI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\nI don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\nSometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\nBut I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\nI know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\nIt'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\nI put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\nThen I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\nIf that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\nYou fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\nYou gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\nThey textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\nYou keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\nSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\nI keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\nI can't believe it, yeah\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","syncedLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for 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and my heart is in pieces\nYou keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\nSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\nI keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\nI can't believe it, yeah\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Make Them Cry\n artist: Drake\n album: ICEMAN\n duration_ms: 300000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Intro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n Yeah\n\n [Verse]\n I'm an only child, no one could've made another\n I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\n The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\n I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\n I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\n I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\n I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\n And if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\n I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\n But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\n Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\n I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\n And I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\n I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\n Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\n They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\n Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\n I really hate those two words, they never bring peace\n I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\n I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\n But all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\n With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\n So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\n Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\n When I dig deep, they say dig deeper\n Tell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\n This album better have some big features\n Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\n And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\n Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\n Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\n Yeah\n Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\n I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\n I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\n He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\n Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\n To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\n I could never forgive such a nefarious action\n I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\n This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\n I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\n I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\n Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\n But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\n I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\n It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\n I put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\n Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\n If that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\n You fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\n You gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\n They textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\n You keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\n Sis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\n I keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\n I can't believe it, yeah\n Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\n The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\n And plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\n While I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\n I think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\n Either I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\n I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\n Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\n So many people that's not around from that generation\n Niggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\n Nigga, I battle frustration\n I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\n I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\n Fuck it, I'll battle the label\n Fuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\n Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\n Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\n How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\n How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\n How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\n Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\n My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\n Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\n For real\n And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\n You might also like\n Dust\n Drake\n Whisper My Name\n Drake\n Janice STFU\n Drake\n [Outro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n"},{"id":33763006,"name":"Make Them Cry","trackName":"Make Them Cry","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"5:08","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\nThis new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\nI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\nI don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\nSometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\nBut I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\nI know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\nIt'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\nI put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\nThen I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\nIf that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\nYou fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\nYou gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\nThey textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\nYou keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\nSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\nI keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\nI can't believe it, yeah\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","syncedLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own 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feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\n I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\n I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\n I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\n And if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\n I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\n But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\n Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\n I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\n And I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\n I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\n Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\n They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\n Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\n I really hate those two words, they never bring peace\n I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\n I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\n But all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\n With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\n So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\n Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\n When I dig deep, they say dig deeper\n Tell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\n This album better have some big features\n Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\n And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\n Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\n Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\n Yeah\n Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\n I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\n I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\n He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\n Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\n To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\n I could never forgive such a nefarious action\n I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\n This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\n I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\n I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\n Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\n But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\n I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\n It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\n I put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\n Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\n If that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\n You fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\n You gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\n They textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\n You keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\n Sis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\n I keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\n I can't believe it, yeah\n Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\n The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\n And plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\n While I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\n I think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\n Either I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\n I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\n Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\n So many people that's not around from that generation\n Niggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\n Nigga, I battle frustration\n I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\n I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\n Fuck it, I'll battle the label\n Fuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\n Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\n Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\n How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\n How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\n How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\n Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\n My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\n Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\n For real\n And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\n You might also like\n Dust\n Drake\n Whisper My Name\n Drake\n Janice STFU\n Drake\n [Outro]\n Yeah\n 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sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\nThis new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\nI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\nI don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\nSometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\nBut I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\nI know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\nIt'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\nI put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\nThen I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\nIf that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\nYou fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\nYou gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\nThey textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\nYou keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\nSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\nI keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\nI can't believe it, yeah\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86]Yeah\n[00:04.99]Ice\n[00:09.63]Yeah\n[00:10.32]\n[00:14.85]I'm an only child, no one could've made another\n[00:17.60]I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\n[00:22.04]The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\n[00:24.72]I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\n[00:29.97]I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\n[00:34.01]I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\n[00:38.40]I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\n[00:42.41]And if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\n[00:46.77]I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\n[00:49.45]But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\n[00:52.33]Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\n[00:56.73]I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\n[00:58.92]And I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\n[01:01.88]I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\n[01:05.73]Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\n[01:08.33]They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\n[01:11.96]Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\n[01:16.29]I really hate those two words, they never bring peace\n[01:18.89]I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\n[01:23.95]I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\n[01:27.68]But all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\n[01:33.73]With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\n[01:37.38]So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\n[01:40.40]Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\n[01:45.74]When I dig deep, they say dig deeper\n[01:48.08]Tell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\n[01:50.04]This album better have some big features\n[01:53.06]Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\n[01:57.97]And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\n[02:01.81]Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\n[02:04.43]Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\n[02:09.45]Yeah\n[02:11.20]Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\n[02:14.71]I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\n[02:17.67]I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\n[02:20.62]He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\n[02:23.78]Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\n[02:26.74]To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\n[02:29.71]I could never forgive such a nefarious action\n[02:32.63]I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\n[02:35.70]This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\n[02:41.43]I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\n[02:44.54]I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\n[02:47.64]Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\n[02:50.52]But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\n[02:53.60]I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\n[02:56.48]It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\n[02:59.64]I put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\n[03:05.01]Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\n[03:07.93]If that's not enough for you, well, 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\"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","syncedLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\nThis new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\nI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\nI don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\nSometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\nBut I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\nI know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\nIt'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\nI put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\nThen I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\nIf that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\nYou fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\nYou gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\nThey textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\nYou keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\nSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\nI keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\nI can't believe it, yeah\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Make Them Cry\n artist: Drake\n album: ICEMAN\n duration_ms: 307000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Intro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n Yeah\n\n [Verse]\n I'm an only child, no one could've made another\n I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\n The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\n I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\n I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\n I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\n I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\n And if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\n I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\n But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\n Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\n I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\n And I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\n I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\n Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\n They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\n Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\n I really hate those two words, they never bring peace\n I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\n I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\n But all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\n With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\n So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\n Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\n When I dig deep, they say dig deeper\n Tell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\n This album better have some big features\n Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\n And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\n Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\n Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\n Yeah\n Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\n I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\n I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\n He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\n Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\n To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\n I could never forgive such a nefarious action\n I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\n This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\n I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\n I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\n Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\n But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\n I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\n It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\n I put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\n Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\n If that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\n You fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\n You gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\n They textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\n You keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\n Sis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\n I keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\n I can't believe it, yeah\n Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\n The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\n And plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\n While I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\n I think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\n Either I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\n I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\n Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\n So many people that's not around from that generation\n Niggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\n Nigga, I battle frustration\n I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\n I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\n Fuck it, I'll battle the label\n Fuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\n Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\n Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\n How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\n How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\n How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\n Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\n My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\n Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\n For real\n And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\n You might also like\n Dust\n Drake\n Whisper My Name\n Drake\n Janice STFU\n Drake\n [Outro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n"},{"id":33739851,"name":"Make Them Cry","trackName":"Make Them Cry","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"ICEMAN [Clean]","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\nThis new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\nI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\nI don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\nSometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\nBut I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\nI know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\nIt'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\nI put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\nThen I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\nIf that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\nYou fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\nYou gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\nThey textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\nYou keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\nSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\nI keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\nI can't believe it, yeah\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","syncedLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\nThis new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\nI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\nI don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\nSometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\nBut I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\nI know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\nIt'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\nI put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\nThen I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\nIf that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\nYou fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\nYou gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\nThey textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\nYou keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\nSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\nI keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\nI can't believe it, yeah\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Make Them Cry\n artist: Drake\n album: ICEMAN [Clean]\n duration_ms: 308000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Intro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n Yeah\n\n [Verse]\n I'm an only child, no one could've made another\n I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\n The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\n I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\n I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\n I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\n I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\n And if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\n I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\n But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\n Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\n I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\n And I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\n I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\n Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\n They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\n Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\n I really hate those two words, they never bring peace\n I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\n I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\n But all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\n With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\n So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\n Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\n When I dig deep, they say dig deeper\n Tell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\n This album better have some big features\n Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\n And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\n Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\n Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\n Yeah\n Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\n I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\n I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\n He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\n Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\n To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\n I could never forgive such a nefarious action\n I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\n This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\n I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\n I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\n Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\n But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\n I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\n It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\n I put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\n Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\n If that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\n You fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\n You gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\n They textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\n You keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\n Sis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\n I keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\n I can't believe it, yeah\n Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\n The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\n And plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\n While I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\n I think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\n Either I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\n I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\n Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\n So many people that's not around from that generation\n Niggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\n Nigga, I battle frustration\n I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\n I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\n Fuck it, I'll battle the label\n Fuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\n Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\n Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\n How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\n How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\n How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\n Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\n My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\n Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\n For real\n And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\n You might also like\n Dust\n Drake\n Whisper My Name\n Drake\n Janice STFU\n Drake\n [Outro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n"},{"id":35907270,"name":"Make Them Cry","trackName":"Make Them Cry","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"ICEMAN","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's 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two\n They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\n Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\n I really hate those two words, they never bring peace\n I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\n I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\n But all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\n With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\n So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\n Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\n When I dig deep, they say dig deeper\n Tell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\n This album better have some big features\n Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\n And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\n Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\n Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\n Yeah\n Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\n I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\n I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\n He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\n Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\n To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\n I could never forgive such a nefarious action\n I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\n This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\n I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\n I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\n Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\n But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\n I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\n It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\n I put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\n Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\n If that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\n You fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\n You gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\n They textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\n You keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\n Sis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\n I keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\n I can't believe it, yeah\n Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\n The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\n And plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\n While I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\n I think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\n Either I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\n I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\n Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\n So many people that's not around from that generation\n Niggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\n Nigga, I battle frustration\n I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\n I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\n Fuck it, I'll battle the label\n Fuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\n Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\n Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\n How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\n How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\n How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\n Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\n My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\n Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\n For real\n And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\n You might also like\n Dust\n Drake\n Whisper My Name\n Drake\n Janice STFU\n Drake\n [Outro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n"},{"id":36192134,"name":"Make Them Cry","trackName":"Make Them Cry","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"ICEMAN","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro]\nYeah\nIce\nYeah\n\n[Verse]\nI'm an only child, no one could've made another\nI have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\nThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\nI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\nI know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\nI'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\nI see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\nWith Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\nSo it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\nY'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\nWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeper\nTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\nThis album better have some big features\nWell, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\nAnd I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\nBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\nBeen so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\nYeah\nOur brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\nI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\nI think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\nHe don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\nEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\nTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\nI could never forgive such a nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\nThis new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\nI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\nI 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'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86]Yeah\n[00:04.99]Ice\n[00:09.63]Yeah\n[00:10.32]\n[00:14.85]I'm an only child, no one could've made another\n[00:17.60]I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\n[00:22.04]The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\n[00:24.72]I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\n[00:29.97]I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\n[00:34.01]I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\n[00:38.40]I see my only 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me so distracted\n[02:17.67]I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\n[02:20.62]He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\n[02:23.78]Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\n[02:26.74]To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\n[02:29.71]I could never forgive such a nefarious action\n[02:32.63]I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\n[02:35.70]This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\n[02:41.43]I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\n[02:44.54]I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\n[02:47.64]Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\n[02:50.52]But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\n[02:53.60]I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\n[02:56.48]It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\n[02:59.64]I put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an 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painful, yeah\n I think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\n Either I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\n I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\n Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\n So many people that's not around from that generation\n Niggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\n Nigga, I battle frustration\n I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\n I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\n Fuck it, I'll battle the label\n Fuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\n Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\n Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\n How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\n How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\n How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\n Niggas want me all bent out 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shit that I ain't ownin' up to\nAnd if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\nI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\nBut all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\nFeel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\nI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\nAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\nI try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\nProve to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\nThey know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\nBasically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\nI really hate those two words, they never bring peace\nI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\nI came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\nBut all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the 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nefarious action\nI'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\nThis new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\nI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\nI don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\nSometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\nBut I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\nI know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\nIt'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\nI put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\nThen I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\nIf that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\nYou fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\nYou gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\nThey textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\nYou keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\nSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\nI keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\nI can't believe it, yeah\nToo many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\nThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\nAnd plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\nWhile I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\nI think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\nEither I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\nI bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\nRandom intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\nSo many people that's not around from that generation\nNiggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\nNigga, I battle frustration\nI'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\nI'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\nFuck it, I'll battle the label\nFuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\nShout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\nShout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\nHow many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\nHow many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\nHow many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\nNiggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\nMy dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\nTrust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\nFor real\nAnd this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\nYou might also like\nDust\nDrake\nWhisper My Name\nDrake\nJanice STFU\nDrake\n[Outro]\nYeah\nIce","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86]Yeah\n[00:04.99]Ice\n[00:09.63]Yeah\n[00:10.32]\n[00:14.85]I'm an only child, no one could've made another\n[00:17.60]I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\n[00:22.04]The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\n[00:24.72]I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\n[00:29.97]I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\n[00:34.01]I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\n[00:38.40]I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\n[00:42.41]And if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\n[00:46.77]I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\n[00:49.45]But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\n[00:52.33]Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\n[00:56.73]I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\n[00:58.92]And I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\n[01:01.88]I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\n[01:05.73]Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\n[01:08.33]They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\n[01:11.96]Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\n[01:16.29]I really hate those two words, they never bring peace\n[01:18.89]I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\n[01:23.95]I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\n[01:27.68]But all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\n[01:33.73]With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\n[01:37.38]So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\n[01:40.40]Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\n[01:45.74]When I dig deep, they say dig deeper\n[01:48.08]Tell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\n[01:50.04]This album better have some big features\n[01:53.06]Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\n[01:57.97]And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\n[02:01.81]Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\n[02:04.43]Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\n[02:09.45]Yeah\n[02:11.20]Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\n[02:14.71]I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\n[02:17.67]I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\n[02:20.62]He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\n[02:23.78]Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\n[02:26.74]To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\n[02:29.71]I could never forgive such a nefarious action\n[02:32.63]I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\n[02:35.70]This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\n[02:41.43]I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\n[02:44.54]I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\n[02:47.64]Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\n[02:50.52]But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\n[02:53.60]I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\n[02:56.48]It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\n[02:59.64]I put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\n[03:05.01]Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\n[03:07.93]If that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\n[03:11.71]You fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\n[03:14.89]You gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\n[03:17.72]They textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\n[03:20.51]You keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\n[03:23.67]Sis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\n[03:26.48]I keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\n[03:30.42]I can't believe it, yeah\n[03:31.99]Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\n[03:35.24]The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral 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basement\n[04:23.70]Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\n[04:26.66]How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\n[04:29.54]How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\n[04:32.59]How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\n[04:35.66]Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\n[04:38.58]My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\n[04:41.53]Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\n[04:46.13]For real\n[04:47.62]And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\n[04:52.26]Yeah\n[04:55.29]Ice","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Make Them Cry\n artist: Drake\n album: ICEMAN\n duration_ms: 338000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n start_ms: 1860\n end_ms: 4990\n- text: Ice\n start_ms: 4990\n end_ms: 9630\n- text: Yeah\n start_ms: 9630\n end_ms: 10320\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 10320\n end_ms: 14850\n- text: I'm an only child, no one could've made 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start_ms: 272590\n end_ms: 275660\n- text: Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\n start_ms: 275660\n end_ms: 278580\n- text: My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\n start_ms: 278580\n end_ms: 281530\n- text: Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\n start_ms: 281530\n end_ms: 286130\n- text: For real\n start_ms: 286130\n end_ms: 287620\n- text: And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\n start_ms: 287620\n end_ms: 292260\n- text: Yeah\n start_ms: 292260\n end_ms: 295290\n- text: Ice\n start_ms: 295290\nplain: |-\n [Intro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n Yeah\n\n [Verse]\n I'm an only child, no one could've made another\n I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother\n The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color\n I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered\n I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer\n I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple\n I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to\n And if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to\n I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, \"Bro, we love you\"\n But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to\n Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble\n I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals\n And I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?\n I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, \"Then show your muscles\n Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two\n They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to\"\n Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep\n I really hate those two words, they never bring peace\n I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah\n I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep\n But all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak\n With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece\n So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me\n Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me\n When I dig deep, they say dig deeper\n Tell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper\n This album better have some big features\n Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental\n And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro\n Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil\n Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental\n Yeah\n Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it\n I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted\n I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic\n He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash\n Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards\n To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered\n I could never forgive such a nefarious action\n I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted\n This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah\n I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing\n I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking\n Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses\n But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive\n I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet\n It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket\n I put the \"man\" in \"manipulation\" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment\n Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion\n If that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then\n You fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus\n You gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit\n They textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces\n You keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit\n Sis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces\n I keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it\n I can't believe it, yeah\n Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled\n The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles\n And plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside\n While I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah\n I think I also put the \"man\" in \"manifestation\"\n Either I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'\n I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers\n Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?\n So many people that's not around from that generation\n Niggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience\n Nigga, I battle frustration\n I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'\n I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'\n Fuck it, I'll battle the label\n Fuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation\n Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement\n Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement\n How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?\n How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?\n How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?\n Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken\n My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages\n Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'\n For real\n And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it\n You might also like\n Dust\n Drake\n Whisper My Name\n Drake\n Janice STFU\n Drake\n [Outro]\n Yeah\n Ice\n"}]