[{"id":37693577,"name":"The Shoe Fits (Instrumental)","trackName":"The Shoe Fits (Instrumental)","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"The Shoe Fits (Instrumental) - Single","duration":374.0,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Shoe Fits (Instrumental)\n  artist: Drake\n  album: The Shoe Fits (Instrumental) - Single\n  duration_ms: 374032\n  instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"},{"id":12132310,"name":"Drake - The Shoe Fits (Audio)","trackName":"Drake - The Shoe Fits (Audio)","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"Drake","duration":374.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nY'all might want to skip this one, this is a\nHarsh truth\nVery harsh truth\nLook\n\nTo all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI don't know how, yeah\n\nTo all the super triggered women talkin' down on me\nRelax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\nCan't get a tan from your phone light\nBaby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\nMaybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\nOr maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\nWhat's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\nOr are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life?\n\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\n\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\nJealous-ass niggas\nDamn\n\nThen you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\nEverything is paid, they don't need a man\nDon't listen to Drake, never been a fan\nYou got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\nI'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\nI'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\nThen I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\nClick the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\nOh, hell no\nIt can't be\nNot Mrs. Independent, damn\nNah\nSo, uh\n\nTo all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI just don't know how, yeah\n\nTo all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\nAllow me to put these bums right back in they place\nFor all the niggas who act twelve the fake gangsters with a MAC-12\nThe ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\nBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\nYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\nAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\nThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n\nAnd now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\nYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\nI would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\nShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\nYou niggas so jaded\nActin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\nShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\nInstead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n\nShe lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\nShe loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\nShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\nYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\nYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\nTo track when she ride 'round\nYou know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows\nYou hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes\nYou niggas is out of line\n\nShe's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times\nYou sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit\nHer friends wanna get her back on that diamonds and pearl shit\nI mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girls trip\nShe met a guy\nShe met a guy that ain't just gettin' by, a better guy\nShe 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly\nYou know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts\n\nShe like, \"Shh, quiet, everybody, the game started\nMy new boo hoopin' tonight and he said he play at the Garden\nHe said if I ain't watching, then that nigga ain't startin'\"\nShe point to the guy that she talkin' 'bout and it's James Harden\n\nDamn, dog\nLost your, lost your girl to The Sniper, huh?\n13, good God\nI feel for you, bro\nLook\n\nSo, to all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI don't know how\n\nThat's real","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.88] Yeah\n[00:03.74] Y'all might want to skip this one, this is a\n[00:07.39] Harsh truth\n[00:09.63] Very harsh truth\n[00:12.18] Look\n[00:13.11] To all the ladies wonderin' why\n[00:15.86] Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n[00:18.36] It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n[00:20.96] I don't know how, yeah\n[00:24.32] I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n[00:28.45] I try to joke and I laugh\n[00:29.83] But I just don't know how anymore, love\n[00:33.32] I don't know how, yeah\n[00:37.05] To all the super triggered women talkin' down on me\n[00:40.20] Relax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\n[00:43.90] Can't get a tan from your phone light\n[00:46.21] Baby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\n[00:50.12] Maybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\n[00:53.73] Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\n[00:56.99] What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\n[00:59.98] Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life?\n[01:03.27] And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n[01:06.45] Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n[01:09.80] Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n[01:12.83] Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n[01:15.54] That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n[01:19.07] What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n[01:22.19] All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n[01:25.18] All of that snappin' and posin'\n[01:26.90] Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n[01:30.49] Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n[01:34.76] Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n[01:39.14] Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n[01:42.39] But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n[01:45.39] Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n[01:48.63] But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n[01:51.80] Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n[01:54.66] Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n[01:59.09] More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n[02:02.67] You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n[02:05.79] Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n[02:08.74] If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n[02:12.50] Jealous-ass niggas\n[02:15.91] Damn\n[02:17.89] Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n[02:20.11] Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n[02:23.52] Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n[02:26.50] You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n[02:29.53] I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n[02:32.55] I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n[02:35.80] Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n[02:38.93] Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n[02:44.02] Oh, hell no\n[02:46.85] It can't be\n[02:48.42] Not Mrs. Independent, damn\n[02:51.06] Nah\n[02:52.50] So, uh\n[02:55.29] To all the ladies wonderin' why\n[02:57.85] Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n[03:00.48] It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n[03:03.19] I don't know how, yeah\n[03:06.55] I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n[03:10.54] I try to joke and I laugh\n[03:12.14] But I just don't know how anymore, love\n[03:15.34] I just don't know how, yeah\n[03:19.24] To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n[03:22.38] Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n[03:25.24] For all the niggas who act twelve the fake gangsters with a MAC-12\n[03:29.71] The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\n[03:32.77] Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\n[03:35.72] You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\n[03:39.22] All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\n[03:42.24] That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n[03:45.16] And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\n[03:48.37] You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\n[03:51.69] I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\n[03:54.58] She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\n[03:57.92] You niggas so jaded\n[03:59.32] Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\n[04:04.08] She settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\n[04:07.28] Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n[04:10.00] She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\n[04:13.10] She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\n[04:16.37] She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\n[04:19.43] You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\n[04:22.67] You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\n[04:25.62] To track when she ride 'round\n[04:27.25] You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows\n[04:30.36] You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes\n[04:33.58] You niggas is out of line\n[04:35.27] She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times\n[04:38.26] You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit\n[04:41.48] Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds and pearl shit\n[04:44.26] I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girls trip\n[04:47.53] She met a guy\n[04:48.71] She met a guy that ain't just gettin' by, a better guy\n[04:51.95] She 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly\n[04:55.15] You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts\n[04:58.99] She like, \"Shh, quiet, everybody, the game started\n[05:01.45] My new boo hoopin' tonight and he said he play at the Garden\n[05:04.79] He said if I ain't watching, then that nigga ain't startin'\"\n[05:07.62] She point to the guy that she talkin' 'bout and it's James Harden\n[05:11.38] Damn, dog\n[05:13.53] Lost your, lost your girl to The Sniper, huh?\n[05:15.88] 13, good God\n[05:20.65] I feel for you, bro\n[05:22.34] Look\n[05:24.07] So, to all the ladies wonderin' why\n[05:27.37] Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n[05:30.15] It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n[05:32.66] I don't know how, yeah\n[05:36.06] I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n[05:40.05] I try to joke and I laugh\n[05:41.56] But I just don't know how anymore, love\n[05:45.22] I don't know how\n[05:48.89] That's real\n[05:50.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drake - The Shoe Fits (Audio)\n  artist: Drake\n  album: Drake\n  duration_ms: 374000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 1880\n  end_ms: 3740\n- text: Y'all might want to skip this one, this is a\n  start_ms: 3740\n  end_ms: 7390\n- text: Harsh truth\n  start_ms: 7390\n  end_ms: 9630\n- text: Very harsh truth\n  start_ms: 9630\n  end_ms: 12180\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 12180\n  end_ms: 13110\n- text: To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  start_ms: 13110\n  end_ms: 15860\n- text: Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  start_ms: 15860\n  end_ms: 18360\n- text: It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  start_ms: 18360\n  end_ms: 20960\n- text: I don't know how, yeah\n  start_ms: 20960\n  end_ms: 24320\n- text: I've had my beliefs 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Could tell by the laces, they tight\nOr are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life?\n\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\n\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's 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your phone up when it's past twelve\nBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\nYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\nAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\nThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n\nAnd now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\nYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\nI would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\nShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\nYou niggas so jaded\nActin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\nShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\nInstead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n\nShe lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\nShe loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\nShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\nYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\nYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\nTo track when 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out of line\n  start_ms: 273580\n  end_ms: 275270\n- text: She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times\n  start_ms: 275270\n  end_ms: 278260\n- text: You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit\n  start_ms: 278260\n  end_ms: 281480\n- text: Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds and pearl shit\n  start_ms: 281480\n  end_ms: 284260\n- text: I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girls trip\n  start_ms: 284260\n  end_ms: 287530\n- text: She met a guy\n  start_ms: 287530\n  end_ms: 288710\n- text: She met a guy that ain't just gettin' by, a better guy\n  start_ms: 288710\n  end_ms: 291950\n- text: She 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly\n  start_ms: 291950\n  end_ms: 295150\n- text: You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts\n  start_ms: 295150\n  end_ms: 298990\n- text: She like, \"Shh, quiet, everybody, the game started\n  start_ms: 298990\n  end_ms: 301450\n- text: My new boo hoopin' tonight and he said he play 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gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\n  Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\n  What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\n  Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life?\n\n  And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n  Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n  Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n  Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n  That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n  What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n  All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n  All of that snappin' and posin'\n\n  Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n  Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n  Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n  Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n  But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n  Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n  But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n\n  Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n  Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n  More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n  You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n  Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n  If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n  Jealous-ass niggas\n  Damn\n\n  Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n  Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n  Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n  You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n  I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n  I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n  Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n  Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\n  Oh, hell no\n  It can't be\n  Not Mrs. Independent, damn\n  Nah\n  So, uh\n\n  To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I just don't know how, yeah\n\n  To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n  Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n  For all the niggas who act 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Could tell by the laces, they tight\n[01:00.23] Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n[01:03.27] And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n[01:06.65] Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n[01:09.82] Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n[01:13.12] Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n[01:15.58] That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n[01:19.09] What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n[01:22.60] All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n[01:25.63] All of that snappin' and posin'\n[01:27.16] Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n[01:30.16] Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n[01:33.49] Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n[01:39.42] Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n[01:42.58] But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n[01:45.58] Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n[01:48.86] But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n[01:52.13] Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n[01:54.93] Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n[01:59.04] More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n[02:02.67] You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n[02:04.75] Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n[02:08.99] If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n[02:12.29] Jealous-ass niggas\n[02:15.73] Damn\n[02:17.56] Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n[02:20.20] Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n[02:23.67] Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n[02:26.58] You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n[02:29.51] I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n[02:32.57] I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n[02:35.80] Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n[02:39.15] Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n[02:42.54] Oh, hell no\n[02:47.95] It can't be\n[02:49.47] Not Mrs. Independent, dude\n[02:52.07] Nah\n[02:53.84] So, uh\n[02:55.57] To all the ladies wonderin' why\n[02:58.77] Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n[03:00.88] It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n[03:03.53] I don't know how, yeah\n[03:07.23] I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n[03:11.18] I try to joke and I laugh\n[03:13.16] But I just don't know how anymore, love\n[03:15.82] I just don't know how, yeah\n[03:19.77] To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n[03:22.72] Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n[03:26.06] For all the niggas who act twelve\n[03:28.10] The fake gangsters with a MAC-12\n[03:30.87] The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\n[03:33.73] Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\n[03:36.76] You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\n[03:39.36] All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\n[03:42.01] That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n[03:45.69] And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\n[03:49.13] You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\n[03:52.12] I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\n[03:55.37] She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\n[03:58.02] You niggas so jaded\n[04:00.13] Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\n[04:04.24] She settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\n[04:07.73] Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n[04:11.09] She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\n[04:13.79] She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\n[04:16.79] She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\n[04:20.06] You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\n[04:23.06] You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\n[04:25.43] To track when she ride 'round\n[04:28.15] You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows\n[04:30.24] You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes\n[04:33.73] You niggas is out of line\n[04:35.97] She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times\n[04:38.58] You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit\n[04:41.80] Her 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Could tell by the laces, they tight\n  Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n  And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n  Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n  Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n  Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n  That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n  What happened to sellin' real estate? 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talkin' down on me\nRelax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\nCan't get a tan from your phone light\nBaby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\nMaybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\nOr maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\nWhat's your baby's shoe size? 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Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\n\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's 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your phone up when it's past twelve\nBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\nYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\nAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\nThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n\nAnd now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\nYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\nI would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\nShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\nYou niggas so jaded\nActin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\nShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\nInstead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n\nShe lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\nShe loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\nShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\nYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\nYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\nTo track when 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Could tell by the laces, they tight\nOr are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life?\n\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? 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your phone up when it's past twelve\nBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\nYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\nAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\nThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n\nAnd now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\nYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\nI would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\nShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\nYou niggas so jaded\nActin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\nShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\nInstead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n\nShe lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\nShe loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\nShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\nYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\nYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\nTo track when 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336060\n  end_ms: 340050\n- text: I try to joke and I laugh\n  start_ms: 340050\n  end_ms: 341560\n- text: But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  start_ms: 341560\n  end_ms: 345220\n- text: I don't know how\n  start_ms: 345220\n  end_ms: 348890\n- text: That's real\n  start_ms: 348890\n  end_ms: 350340\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350340\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Y'all might want to skip this one, this is a\n  Harsh truth\n  Very harsh truth\n  Look\n\n  To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I don't know how, yeah\n\n  To all the super triggered women talkin' down on me\n  Relax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\n  Can't get a tan from your phone light\n  Baby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\n  Maybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\n  Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\n  What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\n  Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life?\n\n  And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n  Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n  Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n  Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n  That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n  What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n  All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n  All of that snappin' and posin'\n\n  Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n  Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n  Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n  Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n  But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n  Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n  But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n\n  Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n  Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n  More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n  You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n  Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n  If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n  Jealous-ass niggas\n  Damn\n\n  Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n  Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n  Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n  You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n  I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n  I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n  Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n  Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\n  Oh, hell no\n  It can't be\n  Not Mrs. Independent, damn\n  Nah\n  So, uh\n\n  To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I just don't know how, yeah\n\n  To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n  Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n  For all the niggas who act 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women talkin' down on me\nRelax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\nCan't get a tan from your phone light\nBaby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\nMaybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\nOr maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\nWhat's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\nAw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\nJealous-ass niggas\nDamn\nThen you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\nEverything is paid, they don't need a man\nDon't listen to Drake, never been a fan\nYou got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\nI'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\nI'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\nThen I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\nClick the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\nOh, hell no\nIt can't be\nNot Mrs. Independent, dude\nNah\nSo, uh\n\nTo all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI just don't know how, yeah\n\nTo all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\nAllow me to put these bums right back in they place\nFor all the niggas who act twelve\nThe fake gangsters with a MAC-12\nThe ones that only hit your phone up when it's 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Could tell by the laces, they tight\n[01:00.23] Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n[01:03.27] And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n[01:06.65] Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n[01:09.82] Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n[01:13.12] Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n[01:15.58] That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n[01:19.09] What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n[01:22.60] All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n[01:25.63] All of that snappin' and posin'\n[01:27.16] Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n[01:30.16] Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n[01:33.49] Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n[01:39.42] Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n[01:42.58] But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n[01:45.58] Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n[01:48.86] But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n[01:52.13] Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n[01:54.93] Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n[01:59.04] More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n[02:02.67] You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n[02:04.75] Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n[02:08.99] If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n[02:12.29] Jealous-ass niggas\n[02:15.73] Damn\n[02:17.56] Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n[02:20.20] Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n[02:23.67] Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n[02:26.58] You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n[02:29.51] I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n[02:32.57] I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n[02:35.80] Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n[02:39.15] Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n[02:42.54] Oh, hell no\n[02:47.95] It can't be\n[02:49.47] Not Mrs. Independent, dude\n[02:52.07] Nah\n[02:53.84] So, uh\n[02:55.57] To all the ladies wonderin' why\n[02:58.77] Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n[03:00.88] It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n[03:03.53] I don't know how, yeah\n[03:07.23] I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n[03:11.18] I try to joke and I laugh\n[03:13.16] But I just don't know how anymore, love\n[03:15.82] I just don't know how, yeah\n[03:19.77] To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n[03:22.72] Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n[03:26.06] For all the niggas who act twelve\n[03:28.10] The fake gangsters with a MAC-12\n[03:30.87] The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\n[03:33.73] Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\n[03:36.76] You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\n[03:39.36] All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\n[03:42.01] That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n[03:45.69] And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\n[03:49.13] You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\n[03:52.12] I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\n[03:55.37] She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\n[03:58.02] You niggas so jaded\n[04:00.13] Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\n[04:04.24] She settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\n[04:07.73] Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n[04:11.09] She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\n[04:13.79] She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\n[04:16.79] She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\n[04:20.06] You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\n[04:23.06] You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\n[04:25.43] To track when she ride 'round\n[04:28.15] You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows\n[04:30.24] You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes\n[04:33.73] You niggas is out of line\n[04:35.97] She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times\n[04:38.58] You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit\n[04:41.80] Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds and pearl shit\n[04:44.84] I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girls trip\n[04:48.00] She met a guy\n[04:49.27] She met a guy that ain't just gettin' by, a better guy\n[04:52.26] She 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly\n[04:54.97] You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts\n[04:59.18] She like, \"Shh, quiet, everybody, the game started\n[05:02.13] My new boo hoopin' tonight and he said he play at the Garden\n[05:05.40] He said if I ain't watching, then that nigga ain't startin'\"\n[05:08.43] She point to the guy that she talkin' 'bout and it's James Harden\n[05:11.60] Damn, dog\n[05:13.72] Lost your, lost your girl to The Sniper, huh?\n[05:17.03] 13, good God\n[05:19.34] I feel for you, bro\n[05:22.65] Look\n[05:24.31] So, to all the ladies wonderin' why\n[05:27.36] Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n[05:30.68] It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n[05:33.26] I don't know how, yeah\n[05:36.89] I've had 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Shade Room\n  Maybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\n  Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\n  What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\n  Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n  And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n  Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n  Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n  Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n  That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n  What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n  All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n  All of that snappin' and posin'\n  Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n  Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n  Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n  Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n  But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n  Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n  But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n  Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n  Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n  More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n  You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n  Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n  If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n  Jealous-ass niggas\n  Damn\n  Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n  Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n  Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n  You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n  I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n  I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n  Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n  Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\n  Oh, hell no\n  It can't be\n  Not Mrs. Independent, dude\n  Nah\n  So, uh\n\n  To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I just don't know how, yeah\n\n  To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n  Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n  For all the niggas who act 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women talkin' down on me\nRelax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\nCan't get a tan from your phone light\nBaby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\nMaybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\nOr maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\nWhat's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\nAw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\nJealous-ass 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past twelve\nBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\nYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\nAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\nThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\nAnd now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\nYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\nI would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\nShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\nYou niggas so jaded\nActin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\nShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\nInstead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\nShe lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\nShe loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\nShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\nYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\nYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\nTo track when she ride 'round\nYou know 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women talkin' down on me\nRelax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\nCan't get a tan from your phone light\nBaby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\nMaybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\nOr maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\nWhat's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\nAw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\nJealous-ass niggas\nDamn\nThen you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\nEverything is paid, they don't need a man\nDon't listen to Drake, never been a fan\nYou got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\nI'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\nI'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\nThen I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\nClick the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\nOh, hell no\nIt can't be\nNot Mrs. Independent, dude\nNah\nSo, uh\n\nTo all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI just don't know how, yeah\n\nTo all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\nAllow me to put these bums right back in they place\nFor all the niggas who act twelve\nThe fake gangsters with a MAC-12\nThe ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\nBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\nYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\nAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\nThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\nAnd now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\nYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\nI would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\nShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\nYou niggas so jaded\nActin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\nShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\nInstead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\nShe lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\nShe loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\nShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\nYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\nYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\nTo track when she ride 'round\nYou know 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Where all that shit was goin'?\n  start_ms: 79090\n  end_ms: 82600\n- text: All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n  start_ms: 82600\n  end_ms: 85630\n- text: All of that snappin' and posin'\n  start_ms: 85630\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 90160\n- text: Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n  start_ms: 90160\n  end_ms: 93490\n- text: Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n  start_ms: 93490\n  end_ms: 99420\n- text: Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n  start_ms: 99420\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 105580\n- text: Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n  start_ms: 105580\n  end_ms: 108860\n- text: But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses 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same old guy\n  start_ms: 178770\n  end_ms: 180880\n- text: It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  start_ms: 180880\n  end_ms: 183530\n- text: I don't know how, yeah\n  start_ms: 183530\n  end_ms: 187230\n- text: I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  start_ms: 187230\n  end_ms: 191180\n- text: I try to joke and I laugh\n  start_ms: 191180\n  end_ms: 193160\n- text: But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  start_ms: 193160\n  end_ms: 195820\n- text: I just don't know how, yeah\n  start_ms: 195820\n  end_ms: 199770\n- text: To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n  start_ms: 199770\n  end_ms: 202720\n- text: Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n  start_ms: 202720\n  end_ms: 206060\n- text: For all the niggas who act twelve\n  start_ms: 206060\n  end_ms: 208100\n- text: The fake gangsters with a MAC-12\n  start_ms: 208100\n  end_ms: 210870\n- text: The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\n  start_ms: 210870\n  end_ms: 213730\n- text: Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\n  start_ms: 213730\n  end_ms: 216760\n- text: You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\n  start_ms: 216760\n  end_ms: 219360\n- text: All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\n  start_ms: 219360\n  end_ms: 222010\n- text: That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n  start_ms: 222010\n  end_ms: 225690\n- text: And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\n  start_ms: 225690\n  end_ms: 229130\n- text: You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\n  start_ms: 229130\n  end_ms: 232120\n- text: I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\n  start_ms: 232120\n  end_ms: 235370\n- text: She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\n  start_ms: 235370\n  end_ms: 238020\n- text: You niggas so jaded\n  start_ms: 238020\n  end_ms: 240130\n- text: Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\n  start_ms: 240130\n  end_ms: 244240\n- text: She settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\n  start_ms: 244240\n  end_ms: 247730\n- text: Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n  start_ms: 247730\n  end_ms: 251090\n- text: She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\n  start_ms: 251090\n  end_ms: 253790\n- text: She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\n  start_ms: 253790\n  end_ms: 256790\n- text: She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\n  start_ms: 256790\n  end_ms: 260060\n- text: You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\n  start_ms: 260060\n  end_ms: 263060\n- text: You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\n  start_ms: 263060\n  end_ms: 265430\n- text: To track when she ride 'round\n  start_ms: 265430\n  end_ms: 268150\n- text: You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows\n  start_ms: 268150\n  end_ms: 270240\n- text: You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes\n  start_ms: 270240\n  end_ms: 273730\n- text: You niggas is out of line\n  start_ms: 273730\n  end_ms: 275970\n- text: She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times\n  start_ms: 275970\n  end_ms: 278580\n- text: You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit\n  start_ms: 278580\n  end_ms: 281800\n- text: Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds and pearl shit\n  start_ms: 281800\n  end_ms: 284840\n- text: I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girls trip\n  start_ms: 284840\n  end_ms: 288000\n- text: She met a guy\n  start_ms: 288000\n  end_ms: 289270\n- text: She met a guy that ain't just gettin' by, a better guy\n  start_ms: 289270\n  end_ms: 292260\n- text: She 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly\n  start_ms: 292260\n  end_ms: 294970\n- text: You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts\n  start_ms: 294970\n  end_ms: 299180\n- text: She like, \"Shh, quiet, everybody, the game started\n  start_ms: 299180\n  end_ms: 302130\n- text: My new boo hoopin' tonight and he said he play at the Garden\n  start_ms: 302130\n  end_ms: 305400\n- text: He said if I ain't watching, then that nigga ain't startin'\"\n  start_ms: 305400\n  end_ms: 308430\n- text: She point to the guy that she talkin' 'bout and it's James Harden\n  start_ms: 308430\n  end_ms: 311600\n- text: Damn, dog\n  start_ms: 311600\n  end_ms: 313720\n- text: Lost your, lost your girl to The Sniper, huh?\n  start_ms: 313720\n  end_ms: 317030\n- text: 13, good God\n  start_ms: 317030\n  end_ms: 319340\n- text: I feel for you, bro\n  start_ms: 319340\n  end_ms: 322650\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 322650\n  end_ms: 324310\n- text: So, to all the ladies wonderin' why\n  start_ms: 324310\n  end_ms: 327360\n- text: Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  start_ms: 327360\n  end_ms: 330680\n- text: It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  start_ms: 330680\n  end_ms: 333260\n- text: I don't know how, yeah\n  start_ms: 333260\n  end_ms: 336890\n- text: I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  start_ms: 336890\n  end_ms: 340370\n- text: I try to joke and I laugh\n  start_ms: 340370\n  end_ms: 342450\n- text: But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  start_ms: 342450\n  end_ms: 345680\n- text: I don't know how\n  start_ms: 345680\n  end_ms: 348640\n- text: That's real\n  start_ms: 348640\n  end_ms: 351020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 351020\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Y'all might want to skip this one, this is a\n  Harsh truth\n  Very harsh truth\n  Look\n\n  To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I don't know how, yeah\n\n  To all the super triggered women talkin' down on me\n  Relax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\n  Can't get a tan from your phone light\n  Baby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\n  Maybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\n  Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\n  What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\n  Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n  And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n  Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n  Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n  Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n  That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n  What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n  All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n  All of that snappin' and posin'\n  Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n  Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n  Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n  Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n  But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n  Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n  But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n  Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n  Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n  More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n  You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n  Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n  If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n  Jealous-ass niggas\n  Damn\n  Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n  Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n  Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n  You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n  I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n  I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n  Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n  Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\n  Oh, hell no\n  It can't be\n  Not Mrs. Independent, dude\n  Nah\n  So, uh\n\n  To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I just don't know how, yeah\n\n  To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n  Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n  For all the niggas who act twelve\n  The fake gangsters with a MAC-12\n  The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\n  Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\n  You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\n  All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\n  That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n  And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\n  You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\n  I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\n  She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\n  You niggas so jaded\n  Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\n  She settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\n  Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n  She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\n  She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\n  She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\n  You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\n  You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\n  To track when she ride 'round\n  You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows\n  You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes\n  You niggas is out of line\n  She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times\n  You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit\n  Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds and pearl shit\n  I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girls trip\n  She met a guy\n  She met a guy that ain't just gettin' by, a better guy\n  She 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly\n  You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts\n  She like, \"Shh, quiet, everybody, the game started\n  My new boo hoopin' tonight and he said he play at the Garden\n  He said if I ain't watching, then that nigga ain't startin'\"\n  She point to the guy that she talkin' 'bout and it's James Harden\n\n  Damn, dog\n  Lost your, lost your girl to The Sniper, huh?\n  13, good God\n  I feel for you, bro\n  Look\n\n  So, to all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I don't know how\n\n  That's real\n"},{"id":35915371,"name":"The Shoe Fits","trackName":"The Shoe Fits","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"For All The Dogs Scary Hours Edition","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nY'all might want to skip this one, this is a\nHarsh truth\nVery harsh truth\nLook\n\nTo all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI don't know how, yeah\n\nTo all the super triggered women talkin' down on me\nRelax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\nCan't get a tan from your phone light\nBaby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\nMaybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\nOr maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\nWhat's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\nAw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\nJealous-ass niggas\nDamn\nThen you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\nEverything is paid, they don't need a man\nDon't listen to Drake, never been a fan\nYou got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\nI'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\nI'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\nThen I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\nClick the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\nOh, hell no\nIt can't be\nNot Mrs. Independent, dude\nNah\nSo, uh\n\nTo all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI just don't know how, yeah\n\nTo all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\nAllow me to put these bums right back in they place\nFor all the niggas who act twelve\nThe fake gangsters with a MAC-12\nThe ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\nBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\nYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\nAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\nThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\nAnd now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\nYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\nI would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\nShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\nYou niggas so jaded\nActin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\nShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\nInstead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\nShe lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\nShe loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\nShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\nYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\nYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\nTo track when she ride 'round\nYou know 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Could tell by the laces, they tight\n[01:00.23] Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n[01:03.27] And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n[01:06.65] Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n[01:09.82] Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n[01:13.12] Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n[01:15.58] That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n[01:19.09] What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n[01:22.60] All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n[01:25.63] All of that snappin' and posin'\n[01:27.16] Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n[01:30.16] Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n[01:33.49] Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n[01:39.42] Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n[01:42.58] But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n[01:45.58] Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n[01:48.86] But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n[01:52.13] Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n[01:54.93] Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n[01:59.04] More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n[02:02.67] You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n[02:04.75] Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n[02:08.99] If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n[02:12.29] Jealous-ass niggas\n[02:15.73] Damn\n[02:17.56] Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n[02:20.20] Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n[02:23.67] Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n[02:26.58] You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n[02:29.51] I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n[02:32.57] I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n[02:35.80] Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n[02:39.15] Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n[02:42.54] Oh, hell no\n[02:47.95] It can't be\n[02:49.47] Not Mrs. Independent, dude\n[02:52.07] Nah\n[02:53.84] So, uh\n[02:55.57] To all the ladies wonderin' why\n[02:58.77] Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n[03:00.88] It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n[03:03.53] I don't know how, yeah\n[03:07.23] I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n[03:11.18] I try to joke and I laugh\n[03:13.16] But I just don't know how anymore, love\n[03:15.82] I just don't know how, yeah\n[03:19.77] To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n[03:22.72] Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n[03:26.06] For all the niggas who act twelve\n[03:28.10] The fake gangsters with a MAC-12\n[03:30.87] The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\n[03:33.73] Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\n[03:36.76] You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\n[03:39.36] All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\n[03:42.01] That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n[03:45.69] And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\n[03:49.13] You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\n[03:52.12] I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\n[03:55.37] She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\n[03:58.02] You niggas so jaded\n[04:00.13] Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\n[04:04.24] She settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\n[04:07.73] Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n[04:11.09] She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\n[04:13.79] She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\n[04:16.79] She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\n[04:20.06] You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\n[04:23.06] You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\n[04:25.43] To track when she ride 'round\n[04:28.15] You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows\n[04:30.24] You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes\n[04:33.73] You niggas is out of line\n[04:35.97] She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times\n[04:38.58] You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit\n[04:41.80] Her 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Shade Room\n  Maybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\n  Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\n  What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\n  Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n  And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n  Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n  Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n  Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n  That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n  What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n  All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n  All of that snappin' and posin'\n  Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n  Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n  Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n  Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n  But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n  Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n  But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n  Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n  Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n  More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n  You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n  Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n  If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n  Jealous-ass niggas\n  Damn\n  Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n  Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n  Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n  You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n  I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n  I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n  Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n  Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\n  Oh, hell no\n  It can't be\n  Not Mrs. Independent, dude\n  Nah\n  So, uh\n\n  To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I just don't know how, yeah\n\n  To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n  Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n  For all the niggas who act 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women talkin' down on me\nRelax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\nCan't get a tan from your phone light\nBaby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\nMaybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\nOr maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\nWhat's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\nAw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\nJealous-ass niggas\nDamn\nThen you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\nEverything is paid, they don't need a man\nDon't listen to Drake, never been a fan\nYou got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\nI'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\nI'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\nThen I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\nClick the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\nOh, hell no\nIt can't be\nNot Mrs. Independent, dude\nNah\nSo, uh\n\nTo all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI just don't know how, yeah\n\nTo all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\nAllow me to put these bums right back in they place\nFor all the niggas who act twelve\nThe fake gangsters with a MAC-12\nThe ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\nBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\nYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\nAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\nThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\nAnd now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\nYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\nI would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\nShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\nYou niggas so jaded\nActin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\nShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\nInstead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\nShe lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\nShe loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\nShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\nYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\nYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\nTo track when she ride 'round\nYou know 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women talkin' down on me\nRelax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\nCan't get a tan from your phone light\nBaby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\nMaybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\nOr maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\nWhat's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\nAw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\nJealous-ass niggas\nDamn\nThen you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\nEverything is paid, they don't need a man\nDon't listen to Drake, never been a fan\nYou got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\nI'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\nI'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\nThen I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\nClick the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\nOh, hell no\nIt can't be\nNot Mrs. Independent, dude\nNah\nSo, uh\n\nTo all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI just don't know how, yeah\n\nTo all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\nAllow me to put these bums right back in they place\nFor all the niggas who act twelve\nThe fake gangsters with a MAC-12\nThe ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\nBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\nYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\nAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\nThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\nAnd now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\nYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\nI would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\nShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\nYou niggas so jaded\nActin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\nShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\nInstead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\nShe lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\nShe loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\nShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\nYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\nYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\nTo track when she ride 'round\nYou know 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Where all that shit was goin'?\n  start_ms: 79090\n  end_ms: 82600\n- text: All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n  start_ms: 82600\n  end_ms: 85630\n- text: All of that snappin' and posin'\n  start_ms: 85630\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 90160\n- text: Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n  start_ms: 90160\n  end_ms: 93490\n- text: Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n  start_ms: 93490\n  end_ms: 99420\n- text: Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n  start_ms: 99420\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 105580\n- text: Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n  start_ms: 105580\n  end_ms: 108860\n- text: But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses 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same old guy\n  start_ms: 178770\n  end_ms: 180880\n- text: It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  start_ms: 180880\n  end_ms: 183530\n- text: I don't know how, yeah\n  start_ms: 183530\n  end_ms: 187230\n- text: I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  start_ms: 187230\n  end_ms: 191180\n- text: I try to joke and I laugh\n  start_ms: 191180\n  end_ms: 193160\n- text: But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  start_ms: 193160\n  end_ms: 195820\n- text: I just don't know how, yeah\n  start_ms: 195820\n  end_ms: 199770\n- text: To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n  start_ms: 199770\n  end_ms: 202720\n- text: Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n  start_ms: 202720\n  end_ms: 206060\n- text: For all the niggas who act twelve\n  start_ms: 206060\n  end_ms: 208100\n- text: The fake gangsters with a MAC-12\n  start_ms: 208100\n  end_ms: 210870\n- text: The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\n  start_ms: 210870\n  end_ms: 213730\n- text: Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\n  start_ms: 213730\n  end_ms: 216760\n- text: You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\n  start_ms: 216760\n  end_ms: 219360\n- text: All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\n  start_ms: 219360\n  end_ms: 222010\n- text: That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n  start_ms: 222010\n  end_ms: 225690\n- text: And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\n  start_ms: 225690\n  end_ms: 229130\n- text: You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\n  start_ms: 229130\n  end_ms: 232120\n- text: I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\n  start_ms: 232120\n  end_ms: 235370\n- text: She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\n  start_ms: 235370\n  end_ms: 238020\n- text: You niggas so jaded\n  start_ms: 238020\n  end_ms: 240130\n- text: Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\n  start_ms: 240130\n  end_ms: 244240\n- text: She settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\n  start_ms: 244240\n  end_ms: 247730\n- text: Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n  start_ms: 247730\n  end_ms: 251090\n- text: She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\n  start_ms: 251090\n  end_ms: 253790\n- text: She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\n  start_ms: 253790\n  end_ms: 256790\n- text: She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\n  start_ms: 256790\n  end_ms: 260060\n- text: You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\n  start_ms: 260060\n  end_ms: 263060\n- text: You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\n  start_ms: 263060\n  end_ms: 265430\n- text: To track when she ride 'round\n  start_ms: 265430\n  end_ms: 268150\n- text: You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows\n  start_ms: 268150\n  end_ms: 270240\n- text: You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes\n  start_ms: 270240\n  end_ms: 273730\n- text: You niggas is out of line\n  start_ms: 273730\n  end_ms: 275970\n- text: She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times\n  start_ms: 275970\n  end_ms: 278580\n- text: You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit\n  start_ms: 278580\n  end_ms: 281800\n- text: Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds and pearl shit\n  start_ms: 281800\n  end_ms: 284840\n- text: I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girls trip\n  start_ms: 284840\n  end_ms: 288000\n- text: She met a guy\n  start_ms: 288000\n  end_ms: 289270\n- text: She met a guy that ain't just gettin' by, a better guy\n  start_ms: 289270\n  end_ms: 292260\n- text: She 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly\n  start_ms: 292260\n  end_ms: 294970\n- text: You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts\n  start_ms: 294970\n  end_ms: 299180\n- text: She like, \"Shh, quiet, everybody, the game started\n  start_ms: 299180\n  end_ms: 302130\n- text: My new boo 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my faith broken in half\n  start_ms: 336890\n  end_ms: 340370\n- text: I try to joke and I laugh\n  start_ms: 340370\n  end_ms: 342450\n- text: But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  start_ms: 342450\n  end_ms: 345680\n- text: I don't know how\n  start_ms: 345680\n  end_ms: 348640\n- text: That's real\n  start_ms: 348640\n  end_ms: 351020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 351020\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Y'all might want to skip this one, this is a\n  Harsh truth\n  Very harsh truth\n  Look\n\n  To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I don't know how, yeah\n\n  To all the super triggered women talkin' down on me\n  Relax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\n  Can't get a tan from your phone light\n  Baby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\n  Maybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\n  Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\n  What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\n  Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n  And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n  Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n  Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n  Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n  That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n  What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n  All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n  All of that snappin' and posin'\n  Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n  Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n  Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n  Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n  But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n  Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n  But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n  Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n  Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n  More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n  You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n  Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n  If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n  Jealous-ass niggas\n  Damn\n  Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n  Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n  Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n  You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n  I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n  I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n  Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n  Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\n  Oh, hell no\n  It can't be\n  Not Mrs. Independent, dude\n  Nah\n  So, uh\n\n  To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I just don't know how, yeah\n\n  To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n  Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n  For all the niggas who act twelve\n  The fake gangsters with a MAC-12\n  The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\n  Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\n  You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\n  All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\n  That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n  And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\n  You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\n  I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\n  She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\n  You niggas so jaded\n  Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\n  She settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\n  Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n  She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\n  She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\n  She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\n  You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\n  You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\n  To track when she ride 'round\n  You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows\n  You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes\n  You niggas is out of line\n  She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times\n  You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit\n  Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds and pearl shit\n  I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girls trip\n  She met a guy\n  She met a guy that ain't just gettin' by, a better guy\n  She 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly\n  You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts\n  She like, \"Shh, quiet, everybody, the game started\n  My new boo hoopin' tonight and he said he play at the Garden\n  He said if I ain't watching, then that nigga ain't startin'\"\n  She point to the guy that she talkin' 'bout and it's James Harden\n\n  Damn, dog\n  Lost your, lost your girl to The Sniper, huh?\n  13, good God\n  I feel for you, bro\n  Look\n\n  So, to all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I don't know how\n\n  That's real\n"},{"id":34160084,"name":"The Shoe Fits","trackName":"The Shoe Fits","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"For All The Dogs Scary Hours Edition","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nY'all might want to skip this one, this is a\nHarsh truth\nVery harsh truth\nLook\n\nTo all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI don't know how, yeah\n\nTo all the super triggered women talkin' down on me\nRelax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\nCan't get a tan from your phone light\nBaby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\nMaybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\nOr maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\nWhat's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\nAw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\nJealous-ass niggas\nDamn\nThen you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\nEverything is paid, they don't need a man\nDon't listen to Drake, never been a fan\nYou got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\nI'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\nI'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\nThen I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\nClick the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\nOh, hell no\nIt can't be\nNot Mrs. Independent, dude\nNah\nSo, uh\n\nTo all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI just don't know how, yeah\n\nTo all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\nAllow me to put these bums right back in they place\nFor all the niggas who act twelve\nThe fake gangsters with a MAC-12\nThe ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\nBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\nYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\nAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\nThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\nAnd now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\nYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\nI would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\nShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\nYou niggas so jaded\nActin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\nShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\nInstead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\nShe lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\nShe loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\nShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\nYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\nYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\nTo track when she ride 'round\nYou know 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Could tell by the laces, they tight\n[01:00.23] Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n[01:03.27] And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n[01:06.65] Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n[01:09.82] Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n[01:13.12] Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n[01:15.58] That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n[01:19.09] What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n[01:22.60] All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n[01:25.63] All of that snappin' and posin'\n[01:27.16] Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n[01:30.16] Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n[01:33.49] Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n[01:39.42] Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n[01:42.58] But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n[01:45.58] Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n[01:48.86] But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n[01:52.13] Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n[01:54.93] Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n[01:59.04] More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n[02:02.67] You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n[02:04.75] Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n[02:08.99] If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n[02:12.29] Jealous-ass niggas\n[02:15.73] Damn\n[02:17.56] Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n[02:20.20] Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n[02:23.67] Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n[02:26.58] You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n[02:29.51] I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n[02:32.57] I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n[02:35.80] Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n[02:39.15] Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n[02:42.54] Oh, hell no\n[02:47.95] It can't be\n[02:49.47] Not Mrs. Independent, dude\n[02:52.07] Nah\n[02:53.84] So, uh\n[02:55.57] To all the ladies wonderin' why\n[02:58.77] Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n[03:00.88] It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n[03:03.53] I don't know how, yeah\n[03:07.23] I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n[03:11.18] I try to joke and I laugh\n[03:13.16] But I just don't know how anymore, love\n[03:15.82] I just don't know how, yeah\n[03:19.77] To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n[03:22.72] Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n[03:26.06] For all the niggas who act twelve\n[03:28.10] The fake gangsters with a MAC-12\n[03:30.87] The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\n[03:33.73] Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\n[03:36.76] You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\n[03:39.36] All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\n[03:42.01] That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n[03:45.69] And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\n[03:49.13] You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\n[03:52.12] I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\n[03:55.37] She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\n[03:58.02] You niggas so jaded\n[04:00.13] Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\n[04:04.24] She settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\n[04:07.73] Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n[04:11.09] She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\n[04:13.79] She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\n[04:16.79] She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\n[04:20.06] You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\n[04:23.06] You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\n[04:25.43] To track when she ride 'round\n[04:28.15] You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows\n[04:30.24] You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes\n[04:33.73] You niggas is out of line\n[04:35.97] She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times\n[04:38.58] You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit\n[04:41.80] Her 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Shade Room\n  Maybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\n  Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\n  What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\n  Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n  And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n  Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n  Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n  Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n  That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n  What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n  All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n  All of that snappin' and posin'\n  Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n  Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n  Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n  Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n  But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n  Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n  But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n  Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n  Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n  More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n  You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n  Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n  If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n  Jealous-ass niggas\n  Damn\n  Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n  Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n  Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n  You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n  I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n  I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n  Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n  Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\n  Oh, hell no\n  It can't be\n  Not Mrs. Independent, dude\n  Nah\n  So, uh\n\n  To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I just don't know how, yeah\n\n  To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n  Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n  For all the niggas who act 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women talkin' down on me\nRelax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\nCan't get a tan from your phone light\nBaby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\nMaybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\nOr maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\nWhat's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\nAw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\nJealous-ass niggas\nDamn\nThen you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\nEverything is paid, they don't need a man\nDon't listen to Drake, never been a fan\nYou got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\nI'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\nI'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\nThen I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\nClick the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\nOh, hell no\nIt can't be\nNot Mrs. Independent, dude\nNah\nSo, uh\n\nTo all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI just don't know how, yeah\n\nTo all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\nAllow me to put these bums right back in they place\nFor all the niggas who act twelve\nThe fake gangsters with a MAC-12\nThe ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\nBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\nYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\nAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\nThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\nAnd now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\nYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\nI would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\nShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\nYou niggas so jaded\nActin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\nShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\nInstead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\nShe lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\nShe loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\nShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\nYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\nYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\nTo track when she ride 'round\nYou know 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women talkin' down on me\nRelax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\nCan't get a tan from your phone light\nBaby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\nMaybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\nOr maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\nWhat's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\nAw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\nJealous-ass niggas\nDamn\nThen you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\nEverything is paid, they don't need a man\nDon't listen to Drake, never been a fan\nYou got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\nI'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\nI'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\nThen I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\nClick the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\nOh, hell no\nIt can't be\nNot Mrs. Independent, dude\nNah\nSo, uh\n\nTo all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI just don't know how, yeah\n\nTo all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\nAllow me to put these bums right back in they place\nFor all the niggas who act twelve\nThe fake gangsters with a MAC-12\nThe ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\nBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\nYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\nAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\nThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\nAnd now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\nYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\nI would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\nShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\nYou niggas so jaded\nActin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\nShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\nInstead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\nShe lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\nShe loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\nShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\nYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\nYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\nTo track when she ride 'round\nYou know 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Where all that shit was goin'?\n  start_ms: 79090\n  end_ms: 82600\n- text: All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n  start_ms: 82600\n  end_ms: 85630\n- text: All of that snappin' and posin'\n  start_ms: 85630\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 90160\n- text: Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n  start_ms: 90160\n  end_ms: 93490\n- text: Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n  start_ms: 93490\n  end_ms: 99420\n- text: Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n  start_ms: 99420\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 105580\n- text: Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n  start_ms: 105580\n  end_ms: 108860\n- text: But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses 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Shade Room\n  Maybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\n  Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\n  What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\n  Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n  And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n  Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n  Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n  Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n  That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n  What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n  All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n  All of that snappin' and posin'\n  Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n  Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n  Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n  Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n  But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n  Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n  But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n  Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n  Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n  More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n  You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n  Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n  If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n  Jealous-ass niggas\n  Damn\n  Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n  Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n  Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n  You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n  I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n  I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n  Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n  Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\n  Oh, hell no\n  It can't be\n  Not Mrs. Independent, dude\n  Nah\n  So, uh\n\n  To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I just don't know how, yeah\n\n  To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n  Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n  For all the niggas who act 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triggered women talkin' down on me\nRelax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\nCan't get a tan from your phone light\nBaby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\nMaybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\nOr maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\nWhat's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\nOr are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life?\n\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\n\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's 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Could tell by the laces, they tight\n[00:59.91] Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life?\n[01:03.28] And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n[01:06.40] Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n[01:09.85] Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n[01:12.85] Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n[01:15.55] That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n[01:19.06] What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n[01:22.18] All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n[01:25.12] All of that snappin' and posin'\n[01:26.92] Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n[01:30.43] Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n[01:34.78] Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n[01:39.13] Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n[01:42.30] But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n[01:45.32] Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n[01:48.63] But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n[01:51.88] Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n[01:54.67] Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n[01:59.05] More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n[02:02.69] You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n[02:05.73] Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n[02:08.77] If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n[02:12.56] Jealous-ass niggas\n[02:15.95] Damn\n[02:17.83] Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n[02:20.15] Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n[02:23.54] Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n[02:26.50] You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n[02:29.56] I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n[02:32.57] I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n[02:35.81] Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n[02:38.99] Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n[02:44.05] Oh, hell no\n[02:46.81] It can't be\n[02:48.43] Not Mrs. Independent, damn\n[02:51.01] Nah\n[02:52.57] So, uh\n[02:55.29] To all the ladies wonderin' why\n[02:57.89] Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n[03:00.49] It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n[03:03.12] I don't know how, yeah\n[03:06.53] I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n[03:10.58] I try to joke and I laugh\n[03:12.15] But I just don't know how anymore, love\n[03:15.34] I just don't know how, yeah\n[03:19.20] To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n[03:22.39] Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n[03:25.22] For all the niggas who act twelve the fake gangsters with a MAC-12\n[03:29.78] The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\n[03:32.75] Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\n[03:35.72] You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\n[03:39.21] All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\n[03:42.22] That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n[03:45.19] And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\n[03:48.37] You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\n[03:51.65] I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\n[03:54.54] She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\n[03:57.91] You niggas so jaded\n[03:59.35] Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\n[04:04.00] She settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\n[04:07.28] Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n[04:10.06] She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\n[04:13.18] She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\n[04:16.35] She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\n[04:19.48] You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\n[04:22.63] You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\n[04:25.65] To track when she ride 'round\n[04:27.26] You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows\n[04:30.32] You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes\n[04:33.55] You niggas is out of line\n[04:35.25] She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times\n[04:38.23] You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit\n[04:41.49] Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds and pearl shit\n[04:44.24] I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girls trip\n[04:47.60] She met a guy\n[04:48.72] She met a guy that ain't just gettin' by, a better guy\n[04:51.94] She 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly\n[04:55.19] You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts\n[04:58.96] She like, \"Shh, quiet, everybody, the game started\n[05:01.43] My new boo hoopin' tonight and he said he play at the Garden\n[05:04.73] He said if I ain't watching, then that nigga ain't startin'\"\n[05:07.68] She point to the guy that she talkin' 'bout and it's James Harden\n[05:11.35] Damn, dog\n[05:13.55] Lost your, lost your girl to The Sniper, huh?\n[05:15.87] 13, good God\n[05:20.62] I feel for you, bro\n[05:22.32] Look\n[05:24.01] So, to all the ladies wonderin' why\n[05:27.34] Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n[05:30.16] It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n[05:32.62] I don't know how, yeah\n[05:36.02] I've had my beliefs 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Could tell by the laces, they tight\n  Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life?\n\n  And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n  Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n  Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n  Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n  That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n  What happened to sellin' real estate? 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Where all that – was goin'?\n[01:23.13] All your – captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n[01:26.30] All of that snappin' and posin'\n[01:28.09] Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the – was your last?\n[01:31.47] Askin' questions 'bout –, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n[01:35.86] Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n[01:40.34] Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n[01:43.51] But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n[01:46.68] Plus he paid the surgeon so your – could get a caboose\n[01:49.81] But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n[01:52.83] Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n[01:56.04] Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n[02:00.44] More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n[02:03.81] You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your 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Could tell by the laces, they tight\nAw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? 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past twelve\nBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\nYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\nAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\nThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\nAnd now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\nYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\nI would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\nShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\nYou niggas so jaded\nActin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\nShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\nInstead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\nShe lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\nShe loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\nShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\nYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\nYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\nTo track when she ride 'round\nYou know 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Shade Room\n  Maybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\n  Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\n  What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\n  Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n  And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n  Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n  Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n  Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n  That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n  What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n  All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n  All of that snappin' and posin'\n  Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n  Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n  Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n  Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n  But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n  Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n  But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n  Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n  Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n  More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n  You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n  Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n  If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n  Jealous-ass niggas\n  Damn\n  Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n  Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n  Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n  You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n  I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n  I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n  Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n  Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\n  Oh, hell no\n  It can't be\n  Not Mrs. Independent, dude\n  Nah\n  So, uh\n\n  To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I just don't know how, yeah\n\n  To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n  Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n  For all the niggas who act 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Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\nJealous-ass niggas\nDamn\nThen you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\nEverything is paid, they don't need a man\nDon't listen to Drake, never been a fan\nYou got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\nI'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\nI'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\nThen I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\nClick the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\nOh, hell no\nIt can't be\nNot Mrs. Independent, dude\nNah\nSo, uh\n\nTo all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI just don't know how, yeah\n\nTo all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\nAllow me to put these bums right back in they place\nFor all the niggas who act twelve\nThe fake gangsters with a MAC-12\nThe ones that only hit your phone up when it's 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Could tell by the laces, they tight\n[01:00.23] Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n[01:03.27] And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n[01:06.65] Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n[01:09.82] Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n[01:13.12] Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n[01:15.58] That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n[01:19.09] What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n[01:22.60] All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n[01:25.63] All of that snappin' and posin'\n[01:27.16] Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n[01:30.16] Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n[01:33.49] Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n[01:39.42] Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n[01:42.58] But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n[01:45.58] Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n[01:48.86] But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n[01:52.13] Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n[01:54.93] Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n[01:59.04] More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n[02:02.67] You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n[02:04.75] Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n[02:08.99] If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n[02:12.29] Jealous-ass niggas\n[02:15.73] Damn\n[02:17.56] Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n[02:20.20] Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n[02:23.67] Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n[02:26.58] You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n[02:29.51] I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n[02:32.57] I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n[02:35.80] Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n[02:39.15] Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n[02:42.54] Oh, hell no\n[02:47.95] It can't be\n[02:49.47] Not Mrs. Independent, dude\n[02:52.07] Nah\n[02:53.84] So, uh\n[02:55.57] To all the ladies wonderin' why\n[02:58.77] Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n[03:00.88] It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n[03:03.53] I don't know how, yeah\n[03:07.23] I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n[03:11.18] I try to joke and I laugh\n[03:13.16] But I just don't know how anymore, love\n[03:15.82] I just don't know how, yeah\n[03:19.77] To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n[03:22.72] Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n[03:26.06] For all the niggas who act twelve\n[03:28.10] The fake gangsters with a MAC-12\n[03:30.87] The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\n[03:33.73] Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\n[03:36.76] You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\n[03:39.36] All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\n[03:42.01] That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n[03:45.69] And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\n[03:49.13] You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\n[03:52.12] I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\n[03:55.37] She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\n[03:58.02] You niggas so jaded\n[04:00.13] Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\n[04:04.24] She settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\n[04:07.73] Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n[04:11.09] She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\n[04:13.79] She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\n[04:16.79] She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\n[04:20.06] You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\n[04:23.06] You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\n[04:25.43] To track when she ride 'round\n[04:28.15] You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows\n[04:30.24] You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes\n[04:33.73] You niggas is out of line\n[04:35.97] She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times\n[04:38.58] You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit\n[04:41.80] Her 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Shade Room\n  Maybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\n  Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\n  What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\n  Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n  And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n  Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n  Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n  Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n  That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n  What happened to sellin' real estate? 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on me\nRelax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\nCan't get a tan from your phone light\nBaby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\nMaybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\nOr maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\nWhat's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\nAw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\nAnd then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\nLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\nEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\nYour nigga is not even a starting QB\nThat nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\nWhat happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\nAll your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\nAll of that snappin' and posin'\nWhole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\nAskin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\nDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\nLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\nBut you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\nPlus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\nBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\nPlus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\nNow you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\nMore weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\nYou gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\nMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\nIf they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\nJealous-ass niggas\nDamn\nThen you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\nEverything is paid, they don't need a man\nDon't listen to Drake, never been a fan\nYou got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\nI'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\nI'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\nThen I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\nClick the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\nOh, hell no\nIt can't be\nNot Mrs. Independent, dude\nNah\nSo, uh\n\nTo all the ladies wonderin' why\nDrake can't rap like that same old guy\nIt's 'cause I don't know how anymore\nI don't know how, yeah\nI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\nI try to joke and I laugh\nBut I just don't know how anymore, love\nI just don't know how, yeah\n\nTo all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\nAllow me to put these bums right back in they place\nFor all the niggas who act twelve\nThe fake gangsters with a MAC-12\nThe ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\nBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\nYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\nAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\nThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\nAnd now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\nYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\nI would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\nShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\nYou niggas so jaded\nActin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\nShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\nInstead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\nShe lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\nShe loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\nShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\nYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\nYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\nTo track when she ride 'round\nYou know 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hoopin' tonight and he said he play at the Garden\n  start_ms: 302130\n  end_ms: 305400\n- text: He said if I ain't watching, then that nigga ain't startin'\"\n  start_ms: 305400\n  end_ms: 308430\n- text: She point to the guy that she talkin' 'bout and it's James Harden\n  start_ms: 308430\n  end_ms: 311600\n- text: Damn, dog\n  start_ms: 311600\n  end_ms: 313720\n- text: Lost your, lost your girl to The Sniper, huh?\n  start_ms: 313720\n  end_ms: 317030\n- text: 13, good God\n  start_ms: 317030\n  end_ms: 319340\n- text: I feel for you, bro\n  start_ms: 319340\n  end_ms: 322650\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 322650\n  end_ms: 324310\n- text: So, to all the ladies wonderin' why\n  start_ms: 324310\n  end_ms: 327360\n- text: Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  start_ms: 327360\n  end_ms: 330680\n- text: It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  start_ms: 330680\n  end_ms: 333260\n- text: I don't know how, yeah\n  start_ms: 333260\n  end_ms: 336890\n- text: I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  start_ms: 336890\n  end_ms: 340370\n- text: I try to joke and I laugh\n  start_ms: 340370\n  end_ms: 342450\n- text: But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  start_ms: 342450\n  end_ms: 345680\n- text: I don't know how\n  start_ms: 345680\n  end_ms: 348640\n- text: That's real\n  start_ms: 348640\n  end_ms: 351020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 351020\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Y'all might want to skip this one, this is a\n  Harsh truth\n  Very harsh truth\n  Look\n\n  To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I don't know how, yeah\n\n  To all the super triggered women talkin' down on me\n  Relax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter\n  Can't get a tan from your phone light\n  Baby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room\n  Maybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved\n  Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall\n  What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight\n  Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life\n  And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga\n  Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger\n  Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing\n  Your nigga is not even a starting QB\n  That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing\n  What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?\n  All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'\n  All of that snappin' and posin'\n  Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?\n  Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him\n  Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse\n  Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose\n  But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?\n  Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose\n  But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose\n  Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced\n  Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord\n  More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute\n  You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit\n  Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches\n  If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished\n  Jealous-ass niggas\n  Damn\n  Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe\n  Everything is paid, they don't need a man\n  Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan\n  You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand\n  I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans\n  I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand\n  Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram\n  Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?\n\n  Oh, hell no\n  It can't be\n  Not Mrs. Independent, dude\n  Nah\n  So, uh\n\n  To all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I just don't know how, yeah\n\n  To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face\n  Allow me to put these bums right back in they place\n  For all the niggas who act twelve\n  The fake gangsters with a MAC-12\n  The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve\n  Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose\n  You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros\n  All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost\n  That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats\n  And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast\n  You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats\n  I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy\n  She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy\n  You niggas so jaded\n  Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated\n  She settled for an NBA star that's through playin'\n  Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'\n  She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down\n  She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down\n  She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still\n  You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down\n  You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now\n  To track when she ride 'round\n  You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows\n  You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes\n  You niggas is out of line\n  She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times\n  You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit\n  Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds and pearl shit\n  I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girls trip\n  She met a guy\n  She met a guy that ain't just gettin' by, a better guy\n  She 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly\n  You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts\n  She like, \"Shh, quiet, everybody, the game started\n  My new boo hoopin' tonight and he said he play at the Garden\n  He said if I ain't watching, then that nigga ain't startin'\"\n  She point to the guy that she talkin' 'bout and it's James Harden\n\n  Damn, dog\n  Lost your, lost your girl to The Sniper, huh?\n  13, good God\n  I feel for you, bro\n  Look\n\n  So, to all the ladies wonderin' why\n  Drake can't rap like that same old guy\n  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore\n  I don't know how, yeah\n  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half\n  I try to joke and I laugh\n  But I just don't know how anymore, love\n  I don't know how\n\n  That's real\n"}]