[{"id":33956204,"name":"SMALL TOWN FAME","trackName":"SMALL TOWN FAME","artistName":"DRAKE","albumName":"SMALL TOWN FAME","duration":149.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, leavin' out the club with no hos, it's a dub\nYou somewhere on house arrest pretendin' you in love\nExfoliate that nigga that you with, he a scrub\nLike I wanna know what's up, what happened to us?\n\nYour new nigga pretend to be the man, he a stud, like\nPatek I had you in was hittin' like a floodlight\nWe was really locked in, we got it out the mud like\nAll I got is memories of thinkin' what it was like\n\nNow you tryna style in my face, pop it in my face\nPut it on the 'Gram, you supposed to be my ace\nI'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too hard\nI'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too hard\nI'm hatin' hard, you played the part\nYou wasn't who you are right now\nI'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too\n\nYeah, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH\n\nYeah, PARTY on a paper chase\nPoppin' out in Saginaw, poppin' out in Salt Lake\nPoppin' out in Arizona, bitch, I feel like Tate McRae\nVanilla ice and white hos, straight cake, uh\n\nNiggas love to talk, man, stack somethin'\nPuttin' Charli up her nose, X on her tongue\nShe been geekin' hard, she done had a BRAT Summer\nPARTY pull up on the scene, black Hummer\nYou boys pull up to the six, we get the tax runnin'\n\nAy, talkin' on her, oh, tryna prove somethin'\nNigga, whack somethin', pack somethin', do somethin'\nAy, I don't give a fuck, I'm a fallout boy when they call our gang\nLost a lot of brothers to this dog-ass game\nWhat am I supposed to do with all that pain?\n\nSleepless nights, drawn out days\nThinkin' about how wrong I played\nEven lost my bitch to the small town fame\nAy, ay, I'm a mess right now\n\nYou know what, man, we're all in this\nNow, whether we're all in this together\nOr you're all in it for yourself\nThe fact of the matter is that we're in it","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.03] Yeah, leavin' out the club with no hos, it's a dub\n[00:24.50] You somewhere on house arrest pretendin' you in love\n[00:26.94] Exfoliate that nigga that you with, he a scrub\n[00:28.90] Like I wanna know what's up, what happened to us?\n[00:31.72] Your new nigga pretend to be the man, he a stud, like\n[00:34.13] Patek I had you in was hittin' like a floodlight\n[00:36.64] We was really locked in, we got it out the mud like\n[00:39.04] All I got is memories of thinkin' what it was like\n[00:41.22] Now you tryna style in my face, pop it in my face\n[00:44.17] Put it on the 'Gram, you supposed to be my ace\n[00:46.49] I'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too hard\n[00:51.66] I'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too hard\n[00:56.69] I'm hatin' hard, you played the part\n[01:00.98] You wasn't who you are right now\n[01:03.86] I'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too\n[01:09.69] Yeah, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH\n[01:16.85] Yeah, PARTY on a paper chase\n[01:19.33] Poppin' out in Saginaw, poppin' out in Salt Lake\n[01:22.23] Poppin' out in Arizona, bitch, I feel like Tate McRae\n[01:24.38] Vanilla ice and white hos, straight cake, uh\n[01:29.27] Niggas love to talk, man, stack somethin'\n[01:32.05] Puttin' Charli up her nose, X on her tongue\n[01:34.56] She been geekin' hard, she done had a BRAT Summer\n[01:37.06] PARTY pull up on the scene, black Hummer\n[01:39.14] You boys pull up to the six, we get the tax runnin'\n[01:41.61] Ay, talkin' on her, oh, tryna prove somethin'\n[01:43.86] Nigga, whack somethin', pack somethin', do somethin'\n[01:46.22] Ay, I don't give a fuck, I'm a fallout boy when they call our gang\n[01:50.17] Lost a lot of brothers to this dog-ass game\n[01:52.43] What am I supposed to do with all that pain?\n[01:54.88] Sleepless nights, drawn out days\n[01:57.62] Thinkin' about how wrong I played\n[01:59.75] Even lost my bitch to the small town fame\n[02:02.23] Ay, ay, I'm a mess right now\n[02:15.21] You know what, man, we're all in this\n[02:18.06] Now, whether we're all in this together\n[02:21.57] Or you're all in it for yourself\n[02:25.25] The fact of the matter is that we're in it\n[02:27.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: SMALL TOWN FAME\n  artist: DRAKE\n  album: SMALL TOWN FAME\n  duration_ms: 149000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, leavin' out the club with no hos, it's a dub\n  start_ms: 21030\n  end_ms: 24500\n- text: You somewhere on house arrest pretendin' you in love\n  start_ms: 24500\n  end_ms: 26940\n- text: Exfoliate that nigga that you with, he a scrub\n  start_ms: 26940\n  end_ms: 28900\n- text: Like I wanna know what's up, what happened to us?\n  start_ms: 28900\n  end_ms: 31720\n- text: Your new nigga pretend to be the man, he a stud, like\n  start_ms: 31720\n  end_ms: 34130\n- text: Patek I had you in was hittin' like a floodlight\n  start_ms: 34130\n  end_ms: 36640\n- text: We was really locked in, we got it out the mud like\n  start_ms: 36640\n  end_ms: 39040\n- text: All I got is memories of thinkin' what it was like\n  start_ms: 39040\n  end_ms: 41220\n- text: Now you tryna style in my face, pop it in my face\n  start_ms: 41220\n  end_ms: 44170\n- text: Put it on the 'Gram, you supposed to be my ace\n  start_ms: 44170\n  end_ms: 46490\n- text: I'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too hard\n  start_ms: 46490\n  end_ms: 51660\n- text: I'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too hard\n  start_ms: 51660\n  end_ms: 56690\n- text: I'm hatin' hard, you played the part\n  start_ms: 56690\n  end_ms: 60980\n- text: You wasn't who you are right now\n  start_ms: 60980\n  end_ms: 63860\n- text: I'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too\n  start_ms: 63860\n  end_ms: 69690\n- text: Yeah, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH\n  start_ms: 69690\n  end_ms: 76850\n- text: Yeah, PARTY on a paper chase\n  start_ms: 76850\n  end_ms: 79330\n- text: Poppin' out in Saginaw, poppin' out in Salt Lake\n  start_ms: 79330\n  end_ms: 82230\n- text: Poppin' out in Arizona, bitch, I feel like Tate McRae\n  start_ms: 82230\n  end_ms: 84380\n- text: Vanilla ice and white 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my face, pop it in my face\n[00:44.17] Put it on the 'Gram, you supposed to be my ace\n[00:46.49] I'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too hard\n[00:51.66] I'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too hard\n[00:56.69] I'm hatin' hard, you played the part\n[01:00.98] You wasn't who you are right now\n[01:03.86] I'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too\n[01:09.69] Yeah, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH\n[01:16.85] Yeah, PARTY on a paper chase\n[01:19.33] Poppin' out in Saginaw, poppin' out in Salt Lake\n[01:22.23] Poppin' out in Arizona, bitch, I feel like Tate McRae\n[01:24.38] Vanilla ice and white hos, straight cake, uh\n[01:29.27] Niggas love to talk, man, stack somethin'\n[01:32.05] Puttin' Charli up her nose, X on her tongue\n[01:34.56] She been geekin' hard, she done had a BRAT Summer\n[01:37.06] PARTY pull up on the scene, black Hummer\n[01:39.14] You boys pull up to the six, we get the tax runnin'\n[01:41.61] Ay, talkin' on her, oh, tryna prove somethin'\n[01:43.86] Nigga, whack somethin', pack somethin', do somethin'\n[01:46.22] Ay, I don't give a fuck, I'm a fallout boy when they call our gang\n[01:50.17] Lost a lot of brothers to this dog-ass game\n[01:52.43] What am I supposed to do with all that pain?\n[01:54.88] Sleepless nights, drawn out days\n[01:57.62] Thinkin' about how wrong I played\n[01:59.75] Even lost my bitch to the small town fame\n[02:02.23] Ay, ay, I'm a mess right now\n[02:15.21] You know what, man, we're all in this\n[02:18.06] Now, whether we're all in this together\n[02:21.57] Or you're all in it for yourself\n[02:25.25] The fact of the matter is that we're in it\n[02:27.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: SMALL TOWN FAME\n  artist: Drake\n  album: Drake\n  duration_ms: 149000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, leavin' out the club with no hos, it's a dub\n  start_ms: 21030\n  end_ms: 24500\n- text: You somewhere on house arrest pretendin' you in love\n  start_ms: 24500\n  end_ms: 26940\n- text: Exfoliate that nigga that 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138060\n  end_ms: 141570\n- text: Or you're all in it for yourself\n  start_ms: 141570\n  end_ms: 145250\n- text: The fact of the matter is that we're in it\n  start_ms: 145250\n  end_ms: 147510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 147510\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, leavin' out the club with no hos, it's a dub\n  You somewhere on house arrest pretendin' you in love\n  Exfoliate that nigga that you with, he a scrub\n  Like I wanna know what's up, what happened to us?\n\n  Your new nigga pretend to be the man, he a stud, like\n  Patek I had you in was hittin' like a floodlight\n  We was really locked in, we got it out the mud like\n  All I got is memories of thinkin' what it was like\n\n  Now you tryna style in my face, pop it in my face\n  Put it on the 'Gram, you supposed to be my ace\n  I'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too hard\n  I'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too hard\n  I'm hatin' hard, you played the part\n  You wasn't who you are right now\n  I'm hatin' hard, I'm hatin' way too\n\n  Yeah, PH, PH, 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tongue\n[01:34.47] She been geekin' hard, she done had a Brat summer\n[01:36.85] PARTY pull up on the scene, black Hummer\n[01:39.16] You boys pull up to the 6ix, we get the tax runnin'\n[01:41.76] Ay, talkin' on the O, tryna prove somethin'\n[01:44.05] Nigga, whack somethin', pack somethin', do somethin'\n[01:46.56] Ay, I don't give a fuck, I'm a fallout boy when they call our gang\n[01:50.32] Lost a lot of brothers to this dog-ass game\n[01:52.89] What am I supposed to do with all that pain?\n[01:55.13] Sleepless nights, drawn out days\n[01:57.65] Thinkin' about how wrong I played\n[02:00.04] Even lost my bitch to the small town fame\n[02:02.78] Ay, ay, I'm a mess right now\n[02:07.72] \n[02:14.93] You know what, man, we're all in this\n[02:18.82] Now, whether we're all in this together\n[02:22.24] Or you're all in it for yourself\n[02:25.20] The fact of the matter is that we're in it\n[02:28.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: SMALL TOWN FAME - SongsLovercom\n  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