[{"id":16564035,"name":"Trophies - Remix","trackName":"Trophies - Remix","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"Trap Music","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Had hit records on my demo\nDid y'all boys not get the memo\nI do not stay at the Intercontinental\nAnd anything I got is not a rental, I own that mothafucka\nFigured out this shit, it's simple\nMy stock been going up like a crescendo\nA bunch of handshakes from the fakes\nBut nigga I do not want to be friends though\nI told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\nThis is a fuck a stripper on a mink rug song\nThis a fuck them boys forever, hold a grudge song\nPop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n\nWhat's the move? Can I tell truth?\nIf I was doing this for you\nThen I have nothing left to prove, nah\nThis for me, though\nI'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\nAnd they don't have no award for that\nTrophies, trophies\nAnd they don't have no award for that\nShit don't come with trophies\nAin't no envelopes to open\nI just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga\n\nBitch I go to Dreams with a suitcase\nI got my whole country on a new wave\nShe like, \"I heard all your niggas stay where you stay\"\nHouse so big I haven't seen them boys in two days\nBitch, I use a walkie talkie just to get a beverage\nI saw my parents split up right after the wedding\nThat taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit\nBitch check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it\nI told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\nThis a doing me and only God can judge song\nI do not know what the fuck you thought it was song\nPop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n\nWhat's the move? Can I tell truth?\nIf I was doing this for you\nThen I have nothing left to prove, nah\nThis for me, though\nI'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\nAnd they don't have no award for that\nTrophies, trophies\nAnd they don't have no award for that\nShit don't come with trophies\nAin't no envelopes to open\nI just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.98] Had hit records on my demo\n[00:15.45] Did y'all boys not get the memo\n[00:19.52] I do not stay at the Intercontinental\n[00:22.37] And anything I got is not a rental, I own that mothafucka\n[00:27.33] Figured out this shit, it's simple\n[00:28.92] My stock been going up like a crescendo\n[00:32.34] A bunch of handshakes from the fakes\n[00:35.67] But nigga I do not want to be friends though\n[00:39.27] I told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\n[00:42.59] This is a fuck a stripper on a mink rug song\n[00:46.38] This a fuck them boys forever, hold a grudge song\n[00:49.93] Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n[00:54.72] What's the move? Can I tell truth?\n[01:22.98] If I was doing this for you\n[01:23.68] Then I have nothing left to prove, nah\n[01:23.80] This for me, though\n[01:24.00] I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\n[01:24.27] And they don't have no award for that\n[01:24.44] Trophies, trophies\n[01:25.56] And they don't have no award for that\n[01:25.92] Shit don't come with trophies\n[01:26.76] Ain't no envelopes to open\n[01:35.56] I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga\n[01:36.88] Bitch I go to Dreams with a suitcase\n[01:38.47] I got my whole country on a new wave\n[01:39.97] She like, \"I heard all your niggas stay where you stay\"\n[01:44.38] House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days\n[01:47.26] Bitch, I use a walkie talkie just to get a beverage\n[01:59.52] I saw my parents split up right after the wedding\n[02:02.72] That taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit\n[02:05.45] Bitch check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it\n[02:08.35] I told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\n[02:09.48] This a doing me and only God can judge song\n[02:11.75] I do not know what the fuck you thought it was song\n[02:52.60] Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n[03:07.82] What's the move? Can I tell truth?\n[03:10.18] If I was doing this for you\n[03:10.94] Then I have nothing left to prove, nah\n[03:11.59] This for me, though\n[03:12.25] I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\n[03:13.24] And they don't have no award for that\n[03:13.88] Trophies, trophies\n[03:15.18] And they don't have no award for that\n[03:15.96] Shit don't come with trophies\n[03:17.06] Ain't no envelopes to open\n[03:18.96] I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga\n[03:19.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trophies - Remix\n  artist: Drake\n  album: Trap Music\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Had hit records on my demo\n  start_ms: 13980\n  end_ms: 15450\n- text: Did y'all boys not get the memo\n  start_ms: 15450\n  end_ms: 19520\n- text: I do not stay at the Intercontinental\n  start_ms: 19520\n  end_ms: 22370\n- text: And anything I got is not a rental, I own that mothafucka\n  start_ms: 22370\n  end_ms: 27330\n- text: Figured out this shit, it's simple\n  start_ms: 27330\n  end_ms: 28920\n- text: My stock been going up like a crescendo\n  start_ms: 28920\n  end_ms: 32340\n- text: A bunch of handshakes from the fakes\n  start_ms: 32340\n  end_ms: 35670\n- text: But nigga I do not want to be friends though\n  start_ms: 35670\n  end_ms: 39270\n- text: I told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\n  start_ms: 39270\n  end_ms: 42590\n- text: This is a fuck a stripper on a mink rug song\n  start_ms: 42590\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: This a fuck them boys forever, hold a grudge song\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 54720\n- text: What's the move? 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Can I tell truth?\n  If I was doing this for you\n  Then I have nothing left to prove, nah\n  This for me, though\n  I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\n  And they don't have no award for that\n  Trophies, trophies\n  And they don't have no award for that\n  Shit don't come with trophies\n  Ain't no envelopes to open\n  I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga\n\n  Bitch I go to Dreams with a suitcase\n  I got my whole country on a new wave\n  She like, \"I heard all your niggas stay where you stay\"\n  House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days\n  Bitch, I use a walkie talkie just to get a beverage\n  I saw my parents split up right after the wedding\n  That taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit\n  Bitch check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it\n  I told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\n  This a doing me and only God can judge song\n  I do not know what the fuck you thought it was song\n  Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n\n  What's the move? Can I tell truth?\n  If I was doing this for you\n  Then I have nothing left to prove, nah\n  This for me, though\n  I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\n  And they don't have no award for that\n  Trophies, trophies\n  And they don't have no award for that\n  Shit don't come with trophies\n  Ain't no envelopes to open\n  I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga\n"},{"id":14518841,"name":"Trophies - Remix","trackName":"Trophies - Remix","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"Trap Music (August Edition)","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Had hit records on my demo\nDid y'all boys not get the memo\nI do not stay at the Intercontinental\nAnd anything I got is not a rental, I own that mothafucka\nFigured out this shit, it's simple\nMy stock been going up like a crescendo\nA bunch of handshakes from the fakes\nBut nigga I do not want to be friends though\nI told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\nThis is a fuck a stripper on a mink rug song\nThis a fuck them boys forever, hold a grudge song\nPop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n\nWhat's the move? Can I tell truth?\nIf I was doing this for you\nThen I have nothing left to prove, nah\nThis for me, though\nI'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\nAnd they don't have no award for that\nTrophies, trophies\nAnd they don't have no award for that\nShit don't come with trophies\nAin't no envelopes to open\nI just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga\n\nBitch I go to Dreams with a suitcase\nI got my whole country on a new wave\nShe like, \"I heard all your niggas stay where you stay\"\nHouse so big I haven't seen them boys in two days\nBitch, I use a walkie talkie just to get a beverage\nI saw my parents split up right after the wedding\nThat taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit\nBitch check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it\nI told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\nThis a doing me and only God can judge song\nI do not know what the fuck you thought it was song\nPop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n\nWhat's the move? Can I tell truth?\nIf I was doing this for you\nThen I have nothing left to prove, nah\nThis for me, though\nI'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\nAnd they don't have no award for that\nTrophies, trophies\nAnd they don't have no award for that\nShit don't come with trophies\nAin't no envelopes to open\nI just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.98] Had hit records on my demo\n[00:15.45] Did y'all boys not get the memo\n[00:19.52] I do not stay at the Intercontinental\n[00:22.37] And anything I got is not a rental, I own that mothafucka\n[00:27.33] Figured out this shit, it's simple\n[00:28.92] My stock been going up like a crescendo\n[00:32.34] A bunch of handshakes from the fakes\n[00:35.67] But nigga I do not want to be friends though\n[00:39.27] I told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\n[00:42.59] This is a fuck a stripper on a mink rug song\n[00:46.38] This a fuck them boys forever, hold a grudge song\n[00:49.93] Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n[00:54.72] What's the move? 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Can I tell truth?\n[03:10.18] If I was doing this for you\n[03:10.94] Then I have nothing left to prove, nah\n[03:11.59] This for me, though\n[03:12.25] I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\n[03:13.24] And they don't have no award for that\n[03:13.88] Trophies, trophies\n[03:15.18] And they don't have no award for that\n[03:15.96] Shit don't come with trophies\n[03:17.06] Ain't no envelopes to open\n[03:18.96] I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga\n[03:19.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trophies - Remix\n  artist: Drake\n  album: Trap Music (August Edition)\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Had hit records on my demo\n  start_ms: 13980\n  end_ms: 15450\n- text: Did y'all boys not get the memo\n  start_ms: 15450\n  end_ms: 19520\n- text: I do not stay at the Intercontinental\n  start_ms: 19520\n  end_ms: 22370\n- text: And anything I got is not a rental, I own that mothafucka\n  start_ms: 22370\n  end_ms: 27330\n- text: Figured out this shit, it's simple\n  start_ms: 27330\n  end_ms: 28920\n- text: My stock been going up like a crescendo\n  start_ms: 28920\n  end_ms: 32340\n- text: A bunch of handshakes from the fakes\n  start_ms: 32340\n  end_ms: 35670\n- text: But nigga I do not want to be friends though\n  start_ms: 35670\n  end_ms: 39270\n- text: I told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\n  start_ms: 39270\n  end_ms: 42590\n- text: This is a fuck a stripper on a mink rug song\n  start_ms: 42590\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: This a fuck them boys forever, hold a grudge song\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 54720\n- text: What's the move? 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Can I tell truth?\n  If I was doing this for you\n  Then I have nothing left to prove, nah\n  This for me, though\n  I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\n  And they don't have no award for that\n  Trophies, trophies\n  And they don't have no award for that\n  Shit don't come with trophies\n  Ain't no envelopes to open\n  I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga\n\n  Bitch I go to Dreams with a suitcase\n  I got my whole country on a new wave\n  She like, \"I heard all your niggas stay where you stay\"\n  House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days\n  Bitch, I use a walkie talkie just to get a beverage\n  I saw my parents split up right after the wedding\n  That taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit\n  Bitch check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it\n  I told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\n  This a doing me and only God can judge song\n  I do not know what the fuck you thought it was song\n  Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n\n  What's the move? Can I tell truth?\n  If I was doing this for you\n  Then I have nothing left to prove, nah\n  This for me, though\n  I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\n  And they don't have no award for that\n  Trophies, trophies\n  And they don't have no award for that\n  Shit don't come with trophies\n  Ain't no envelopes to open\n  I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga\n"},{"id":28676707,"name":"Trophies [Remix]","trackName":"Trophies [Remix]","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"Ovo Sound Tapes","duration":342.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Had hit records on my demo\nDid y'all boys not get the memo\nI do not stay at the Intercontinental\nAnd anything I got is not a rental, I own that mothafucka\nFigured out this shit, it's simple\nMy stock been going up like a crescendo\nA bunch of handshakes from the fakes\nBut nigga I do not want to be friends though\nI told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\nThis is a fuck a stripper on a mink rug song\nThis a fuck them boys forever, hold a grudge song\nPop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n\nWhat's the move? Can I tell truth?\nIf I was doing this for you\nThen I have nothing left to prove, nah\nThis for me, though\nI'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\nAnd they don't have no award for that\nTrophies, trophies\nAnd they don't have no award for that\nShit don't come with trophies\nAin't no envelopes to open\nI just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga\n\nBitch I go to Dreams with a suitcase\nI got my whole country on a new wave\nShe like, \"I heard all your niggas stay where you stay\"\nHouse so big I haven't seen them boys in two days\nBitch, I use a walkie talkie just to get a beverage\nI saw my parents split up right after the wedding\nThat taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit\nBitch check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it\nI told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\nThis a doing me and only God can judge song\nI do not know what the fuck you thought it was song\nPop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n\nWhat's the move? Can I tell truth?\nIf I was doing this for you\nThen I have nothing left to prove, nah\nThis for me, though\nI'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\nAnd they don't have no award for that\nTrophies, trophies\nAnd they don't have no award for that\nShit don't come with trophies\nAin't no envelopes to open\nI just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.98] Had hit records on my demo\n[00:15.45] Did y'all boys not get the memo\n[00:19.52] I do not stay at the Intercontinental\n[00:22.37] And anything I got is not a rental, I own that mothafucka\n[00:27.33] Figured out this shit, it's simple\n[00:28.92] My stock been going up like a crescendo\n[00:32.34] A bunch of handshakes from the fakes\n[00:35.67] But nigga I do not want to be friends though\n[00:39.27] I told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\n[00:42.59] This is a fuck a stripper on a mink rug song\n[00:46.38] This a fuck them boys forever, hold a grudge song\n[00:49.93] Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n[00:54.72] What's the move? Can I tell truth?\n[01:22.98] If I was doing this for you\n[01:23.68] Then I have nothing left to prove, nah\n[01:23.80] This for me, though\n[01:24.00] I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\n[01:24.27] And they don't have no award for that\n[01:24.44] Trophies, trophies\n[01:25.56] And they don't have no award for that\n[01:25.92] Shit don't come with trophies\n[01:26.76] Ain't no envelopes to open\n[01:35.56] I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga\n[01:36.88] Bitch I go to Dreams with a suitcase\n[01:38.47] I got my whole country on a new wave\n[01:39.97] She like, \"I heard all your niggas stay where you stay\"\n[01:44.38] House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days\n[01:47.26] Bitch, I use a walkie talkie just to get a beverage\n[01:59.52] I saw my parents split up right after the wedding\n[02:02.72] That taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit\n[02:05.45] Bitch check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it\n[02:08.35] I told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\n[02:09.48] This a doing me and only God can judge song\n[02:11.75] I do not know what the fuck you thought it was song\n[02:52.60] Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n[03:07.82] What's the move? Can I tell truth?\n[03:10.18] If I was doing this for you\n[03:10.94] Then I have nothing left to prove, nah\n[03:11.59] This for me, though\n[03:12.25] I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people\n[03:13.24] And they don't have no award for that\n[03:13.88] Trophies, trophies\n[03:15.18] And they don't have no award for that\n[03:15.96] Shit don't come with trophies\n[03:17.06] Ain't no envelopes to open\n[03:18.96] I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga\n[03:19.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trophies [Remix]\n  artist: Drake\n  album: Ovo Sound Tapes\n  duration_ms: 342000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Had hit records on my demo\n  start_ms: 13980\n  end_ms: 15450\n- text: Did y'all boys not get the memo\n  start_ms: 15450\n  end_ms: 19520\n- text: I do not stay at the Intercontinental\n  start_ms: 19520\n  end_ms: 22370\n- text: And anything I got is not a rental, I own that mothafucka\n  start_ms: 22370\n  end_ms: 27330\n- text: Figured out this shit, it's simple\n  start_ms: 27330\n  end_ms: 28920\n- text: My stock been going up like a crescendo\n  start_ms: 28920\n  end_ms: 32340\n- text: A bunch of handshakes from the fakes\n  start_ms: 32340\n  end_ms: 35670\n- text: But nigga I do not want to be friends though\n  start_ms: 35670\n  end_ms: 39270\n- text: I told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song\n  start_ms: 39270\n  end_ms: 42590\n- text: This is a fuck a stripper on a mink rug song\n  start_ms: 42590\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: This a fuck them boys forever, hold a grudge song\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, \"just because\" song\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 54720\n- text: What's the move? 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