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(Your mind) your mind\nWait on you to sober up the next day 'cause that's when you realize\nTalkin' on some, oh, damn, I am trippin'\nVaping while you're typin' on a mission\nMaya Angelou, '07, shots of '42\nYour words are cuttin' deep, your words are hittin' different\n\nAll you gotta do is (all you gotta do)\nAll you gotta do is (all you gotta do)\nHop on 85, drive right past A&M (past A&M)\nIt's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again\nAll this time you've been around me\nYou don't spend a penny 'round me\nFriends are extra friendly 'round me\n\nIf you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) yeah\nCan I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? Yeah\n\nAyy, hop on 85, way past A&M\nStraight into Houston, we're not arguing again\nHop on 85, way past A&M\nGirl, you know the way and we're not arguing again\n\nIt's raining in Houston, my love\nThe streets are empty, mood is already fucked up\nSo why make it worse if you could pull up?\nI know you like it toxic, you're used to it, love\nRather spend my energy boosting you up\nGassing you up, these American guys\nAre something different, they just talk looser than us\nYou say I talk proper, it suits me, my love\nAll these tables, booths, you want hookah, my love\nI'm pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love\nCorner booth and pineapple juice in your cup\n\nBlicky on us these days, it's a glue stick, my love\nI know you always say it's just music, my love\nBut these guys would die to see me losing, my love\nThe hate from this year alone is confusing, my love\nI can't see things getting much smoother, my love","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Alright, man\n[00:01.42] This what we gon' do\n[00:02.56] If you got love, H-town, put your deuces up\n[00:05.53] Put your H's up one time to my brother, DJ Screw (ayy)\n[00:09.03] Put your H's up now\n[00:10.15] Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah\n[00:17.31] Can I get a woah, woah, oh, woah, woah? 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(Your mind) your mind\n[00:58.40] Wait on you to sober up the next day 'cause that's when you realize\n[01:03.04] Talkin' on some, oh, damn, I am trippin'\n[01:10.95] Vaping while you're typin' on a mission\n[01:15.56] Maya Angelou, '07, shots of '42\n[01:19.40] Your words are cuttin' deep, your words are hittin' different\n[01:25.98] All you gotta do is (all you gotta do)\n[01:29.50] All you gotta do is (all you gotta do)\n[01:31.49] Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (past A&M)\n[01:36.26] It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again\n[01:40.35] All this time you've been around me\n[01:42.99] You don't spend a penny 'round me\n[01:45.10] Friends are extra friendly 'round me\n[01:47.54] If you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) yeah\n[01:57.90] Can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? 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Yeah\n  start_ms: 17350\n  end_ms: 27590\n- text: Friday night, I'm out with the guys\n  start_ms: 27590\n  end_ms: 30840\n- text: You already called me five times\n  start_ms: 30840\n  end_ms: 34120\n- text: Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe\n  start_ms: 34120\n  end_ms: 37490\n- text: Blue bubbles are blowing up my line\n  start_ms: 37490\n  end_ms: 41050\n- text: You got friends too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life\n  start_ms: 41050\n  end_ms: 47720\n- text: Your life\n  start_ms: 47720\n  end_ms: 49520\n- text: Textin' me, \"Don't bother comin' home,\" as if the crib ain't mine\n  start_ms: 49520\n  end_ms: 54040\n- text: What's on your mind? (Your mind) your mind\n  start_ms: 54040\n  end_ms: 58480\n- text: Wait on you to sober up the next day 'cause that's when you realize\n  start_ms: 58480\n  end_ms: 63040\n- text: Talkin' on some, oh, damn, I am trippin'\n  start_ms: 63040\n  end_ms: 70980\n- text: Vaping while you're typin' on a mission\n  start_ms: 70980\n  end_ms: 75540\n- text: Maya Angelou off seven shots of '42, your words are cuttin' deep\n  start_ms: 75540\n  end_ms: 80940\n- text: Your words are hittin' different\n  start_ms: 80940\n  end_ms: 85990\n- text: All you gotta do is (all you gotta do)\n  start_ms: 85990\n  end_ms: 89290\n- text: All you gotta do is (all you gotta do)\n  start_ms: 89290\n  end_ms: 91450\n- text: Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (past A&M)\n  start_ms: 91450\n  end_ms: 96240\n- text: It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again\n  start_ms: 96240\n  end_ms: 100310\n- text: All this time you've been around me\n  start_ms: 100310\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: You don't spend a penny 'round me\n  start_ms: 102930\n  end_ms: 105160\n- text: Friends are extra friendly 'round me\n  start_ms: 105160\n  end_ms: 107550\n- text: If you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) yeah\n  start_ms: 107550\n  end_ms: 117950\n- text: Can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? Yeah\n  start_ms: 117950\n  end_ms: 128700\n- text: Ayy, hop on 85, right past A&M\n  start_ms: 128700\n  end_ms: 133860\n- text: It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again\n  start_ms: 133860\n  end_ms: 137800\n- text: Hop on 85, right past A&M\n  start_ms: 137800\n  end_ms: 141990\n- text: Girl, you know the way and we're not arguing again\n  start_ms: 141990\n  end_ms: 146560\n- text: It's raining in Houston, my love\n  start_ms: 146560\n  end_ms: 149880\n- text: The streets are empty, mood is already fucked up\n  start_ms: 149880\n  end_ms: 153770\n- text: So why make it worse if you could pull up?\n  start_ms: 153770\n  end_ms: 157830\n- text: I know you like it toxic, you're used to it, love\n  start_ms: 157830\n  end_ms: 162020\n- text: Rather spend my energy boosting you up\n  start_ms: 162020\n  end_ms: 166070\n- text: Gassing you up, these American guys\n  start_ms: 166070\n  end_ms: 169760\n- text: Are something different, they just talk looser than us\n  start_ms: 169760\n  end_ms: 173740\n- text: You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love\n  start_ms: 173740\n  end_ms: 178060\n- text: All these tables, booked, you want hookah, my love\n  start_ms: 178060\n  end_ms: 181910\n- text: I'm pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love\n  start_ms: 181910\n  end_ms: 186060\n- text: Corner booth and pineapple juice in your cup\n  start_ms: 186060\n  end_ms: 190180\n- text: Blicky on us these days, it's a glue stick, my love\n  start_ms: 190180\n  end_ms: 194160\n- text: I know you always say it's just music, my love\n  start_ms: 194160\n  end_ms: 198050\n- text: But these guys would die to see me lose it, my love\n  start_ms: 198050\n  end_ms: 201930\n- text: The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love\n  start_ms: 201930\n  end_ms: 206140\n- text: I can't see things getting much smoother, my love\n  start_ms: 206140\n  end_ms: 210600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 210600\nplain: |-\n  Alright, man\n  This what we gon' do\n  If you got love, H-town, put your deuces up\n  Put your H's up one time to my brother, DJ Screw (ayy)\n  Put your H's up now\n\n  Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah\n  Can I get a woah, woah, oh, woah, woah? Yeah\n\n  Friday night, I'm out with the guys\n  You already called me five times\n  Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe\n  Blue bubbles are blowing up my line\n  You got friends too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life\n  Your life\n\n  Textin' me, \"Don't bother comin' home,\" as if the crib ain't mine\n  What's on your mind? (Your mind) your mind\n  Wait on you to sober up the next day 'cause that's when you realize\n  Talkin' on some, oh, damn, I am trippin'\n  Vaping while you're typin' on a mission\n  Maya Angelou off seven shots of '42, your words are cuttin' deep\n  Your words are hittin' different\n\n  All you gotta do is (all you gotta do)\n  All you gotta do is (all you gotta do)\n  Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (past A&M)\n  It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again\n  All this time you've been around me\n  You don't spend a penny 'round me\n  Friends are extra friendly 'round me\n\n  If you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) yeah\n  Can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? Yeah\n\n  Ayy, hop on 85, right past A&M\n  It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again\n  Hop on 85, right past A&M\n  Girl, you know the way and we're not arguing again\n\n  It's raining in Houston, my love\n  The streets are empty, mood is already fucked up\n  So why make it worse if you could pull up?\n  I know you like it toxic, you're used to it, love\n  Rather spend my energy boosting you up\n  Gassing you up, these American guys\n  Are something different, they just talk looser than us\n  You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love\n  All these tables, booked, you want hookah, my love\n  I'm pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love\n  Corner booth and pineapple juice in your cup\n\n  Blicky on us these days, it's a glue stick, my love\n  I know you always say it's just music, my love\n  But these guys would die to see me lose it, my love\n  The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love\n  I can't see things getting much smoother, my love\n"}]