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(Nah, bro)\n'Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)\nIf I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\nAnd I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\nFeel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n\nDon't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\nWe ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\nWishing the vision was easier than giving up when\nWords don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\nIt's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\nGet derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\nI'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\nSpinnin' 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n\nI got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\nI got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\nI got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\nWith the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n\nI guess I missed it, 'cause I don't ever listen\nBut it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishin' for some intentions\nThat are inching off in the distance, don't mention loss in a sentence\nCould tip the odds in an instant, and send me launching an endless\nAttempt to offer solutions, but who should go on and do shit?\nIt's not me, I got delusions, I'm free, it's not the truth\nThat I see, I got some proof that I peaked\nI've been dehumanizing\nBut I gotta do what I think\nWill improve the mood of my dream\n\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\n(Rav!)\n\nYou and I were like the petals of a lotus\nFloatin' through space and time, on a carousel of emotions\nI pointed to the stars, pursued a nexus, fear, and corpus\nWhy you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions?\nMy heart forbids pity, it's hard, but shit feelings\nNo doubt, rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\nBut I had to push through and just carve with grave sitting\nAnd carve my own path, regardless of if it's pretty\nOr not, matter of fact I still feel livid a lot\n\n'Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\nAnd not every hand I shake thereafter lives to unlock\nSomething better for me, no correcting error for me, they'll reward me\nI burned my house down, and I'm terraformin'\nI'm metamorphic, new decisions enter my orbit\nEvery morning, our time as friends, we never spent it poorly\nWe simply spent it, now it's something to remember only\n\nI give regards to all my ominous friends\nMaybe one day we will see our roads crossin' again\nSometimes I blame myself for all the prospects lost in the wind\nI suck the oxygen out, I bring the toxic shit in\nBut I done broke up out the box with the pen and kept on pushin'\nAnd it ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\nI don't know, maybe you did, you just dipped and never said shit\nMaybe that's what caused the rift, or the shift in my perception\nI admit, I've no longer any interest in repairin' bridges\nThat's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n\nThere aren't enough hours in the day for mourning friendships\nNo repentance, that's why I now chose to ignore my mentions\nIt's been too long\nYou probably asking yourself, \"What'd I do wrong?\"\nBut the truth's always steeped in nuance\nOur road hit a fork, it's best we move\nOn (brr! Brap, brap, brap, brap, brap, brap!)\n(EXO)","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.01] It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\n[00:15.46] I find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\n[00:18.75] I stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\n[00:21.86] Put my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\n[00:24.82] On the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\n[00:28.15] As if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\n[00:31.13] I don't like shit, but outside 'cause the sole of my feet\n[00:34.32] So I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\n[00:37.54] I been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\n[00:40.70] Like the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\n[00:43.60] In my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\n[00:47.21] Hard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\n[00:50.02] Hoe, I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\n[00:53.33] My eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\n[00:56.49] But son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\n[00:59.58] Your girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n[01:02.87] (Say what)\n[01:03.35] F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n[01:06.20] F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n[01:09.23] F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n[01:12.64] It is what it is, not what it should be\n[01:15.36] F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n[01:18.89] F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n[01:21.88] F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n[01:25.30] It is what it is, not what it should be\n[01:29.59] Catch me deep in a spot\n[01:31.76] Main-vein Missy gonna sleep in your clots\n[01:34.24] I think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\n[01:37.19] I get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\n[01:40.59] I hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\n[01:44.93] Where they turn your dreams all crumb-sized\n[01:48.60] In the hive with the one mind, smoke a spliff to unwind\n[01:52.06] Just for the one time, bomb-like swan time\n[01:55.19] Hardy Boy physics\n[01:56.77] Stay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly yo' business\n[01:59.89] You were marked, you no different, no better, new friends\n[02:02.54] That know better, new ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\n[02:06.20] Dig that whole industry, what does it matter?\n[02:09.31] Throwed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\n[02:12.59] Stocking the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\n[02:15.81] Planned out my day to hear the universe say, \"nah, bro\" (like \"Nah, bro\")\n[02:18.72] Is the beat dope 'til I rhyme on it? (Nah, bro)\n[02:21.00] 'Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)\n[02:23.63] If I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\n[02:26.76] And I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\n[02:29.41] Feel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n[02:31.92] Don't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\n[02:34.82] We ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\n[02:37.76] Wishing the vision was easier than giving up when\n[02:40.72] Words don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\n[02:43.56] It's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\n[02:46.90] Get derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\n[02:50.29] I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n[02:53.05] Spinnin' 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n[02:56.38] I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n[02:59.59] I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n[03:02.65] I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n[03:05.74] With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n[03:09.64] I guess I missed it, 'cause I don't ever listen\n[03:12.14] But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishin' for some intentions\n[03:15.24] That are inching off in the distance, don't mention loss in a sentence\n[03:18.48] Could tip the odds in an instant, and send me launching an endless\n[03:21.64] Attempt to offer solutions, but who should go on and do shit?\n[03:24.51] It's not me, I got delusions, I'm free, it's not the truth\n[03:27.87] That I see, I got some proof that I peaked\n[03:30.22] I've been dehumanizing\n[03:31.72] But I gotta do what I think\n[03:33.14] Will improve the mood of my dream\n[03:34.56] F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n[03:37.67] F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n[03:40.69] F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n[03:44.38] It is what it is, not what it should be\n[03:47.02] F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n[03:50.12] F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n[03:53.28] F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n[03:56.88] It is what it is, not what it should be\n[03:58.60] (Rav!)\n[04:00.50] You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n[04:02.86] Floatin' through space and time, on a carousel of emotions\n[04:06.13] I pointed to the stars, pursued a nexus, fear, and corpus\n[04:08.96] Why you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions?\n[04:12.12] My heart forbids pity, it's hard, but shit feelings\n[04:15.25] No doubt, rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\n[04:18.35] But I had to push through and just carve with grave sitting\n[04:21.78] And carve my own path, regardless of if it's pretty\n[04:24.87] Or not, matter of fact I still feel livid a lot\n[04:27.96] 'Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\n[04:30.97] And not every hand I shake thereafter lives to unlock\n[04:34.27] Something better for me, no correcting error for me, they'll reward me\n[04:38.32] I burned my house down, and I'm terraformin'\n[04:41.11] I'm metamorphic, new decisions enter my orbit\n[04:44.16] Every morning, our time as friends, we never spent it poorly\n[04:47.64] We simply spent it, now it's something to remember only\n[04:50.69] I give regards to all my ominous friends\n[04:53.25] Maybe one day we will see our roads crossin' again\n[04:56.09] Sometimes I blame myself for all the prospects lost in the wind\n[04:59.42] I suck the oxygen out, I bring the toxic shit in\n[05:02.58] But I done broke up out the box with the pen and kept on pushin'\n[05:05.73] And it ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\n[05:08.88] I don't know, maybe you did, you just dipped and never said shit\n[05:12.15] Maybe that's what caused the rift, or the shift in my perception\n[05:15.33] I admit, I've no longer any interest in repairin' bridges\n[05:18.97] That's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n[05:21.98] There aren't enough hours in the day for mourning friendships\n[05:25.15] No repentance, that's why I now chose to ignore my mentions\n[05:29.76] It's been too long\n[05:31.16] You probably asking yourself, \"What'd I do wrong?\"\n[05:34.55] But the truth's always steeped in nuance\n[05:37.56] Our road hit a fork, it's best we move\n[05:40.52] On (brr! 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(Nah, bro)\n  'Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)\n  If I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\n  And I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\n  Feel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n\n  Don't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\n  We ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\n  Wishing the vision was easier than giving up when\n  Words don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\n  It's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\n  Get derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\n  I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n  Spinnin' 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n\n  I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n  I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n  I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n  With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n\n  I guess I missed it, 'cause I don't ever listen\n  But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishin' for some intentions\n  That are inching off in the distance, don't mention loss in a sentence\n  Could tip the odds in an instant, and send me launching an endless\n  Attempt to offer solutions, but who should go on and do shit?\n  It's not me, I got delusions, I'm free, it's not the truth\n  That I see, I got some proof that I peaked\n  I've been dehumanizing\n  But I gotta do what I think\n  Will improve the mood of my dream\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  (Rav!)\n\n  You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n  Floatin' through space and time, on a carousel of emotions\n  I pointed to the stars, pursued a nexus, fear, and corpus\n  Why you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions?\n  My heart forbids pity, it's hard, but shit feelings\n  No doubt, rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\n  But I had to push through and just carve with grave sitting\n  And carve my own path, regardless of if it's pretty\n  Or not, matter of fact I still feel livid a lot\n\n  'Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\n  And not every hand I shake thereafter lives to unlock\n  Something better for me, no correcting error for me, they'll reward me\n  I burned my house down, and I'm terraformin'\n  I'm metamorphic, new decisions enter my orbit\n  Every morning, our time as friends, we never spent it poorly\n  We simply spent it, now it's something to remember only\n\n  I give regards to all my ominous friends\n  Maybe one day we will see our roads crossin' again\n  Sometimes I blame myself for all the prospects lost in the wind\n  I suck the oxygen out, I bring the toxic shit in\n  But I done broke up out the box with the pen and kept on pushin'\n  And it ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\n  I don't know, maybe you did, you just dipped and never said shit\n  Maybe that's what caused the rift, or the shift in my perception\n  I admit, I've no longer any interest in repairin' bridges\n  That's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n\n  There aren't enough hours in the day for mourning friendships\n  No repentance, that's why I now chose to ignore my mentions\n  It's been too long\n  You probably asking yourself, \"What'd I do wrong?\"\n  But the truth's always steeped in nuance\n  Our road hit a fork, it's best we move\n  On (brr! Brap, brap, brap, brap, brap, brap!)\n  (EXO)\n"},{"id":14493310,"name":"EXP Share","trackName":"EXP Share","artistName":"exociety","albumName":"EXP Share (Remix)","duration":370.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\nI find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\nI stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\nPut my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\nOn the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\nAs if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\nI don't like shit, but outside 'cause the sole of my feet\nSo I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\nI been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\nLike the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\n\nIn my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\nHard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\nHoe, I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\nMy eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\nBut son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\nYour girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n(Say what)\n\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\n\nCatch me deep in a spot\nMain-vein Missy gonna sleep in your clots\nI think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\nI get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\nI hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\nWhere they turn your dreams all crumb-sized\nIn the hive with the one mind, smoke a spliff to unwind\nJust for the one time, bomb-like swan time\n\nHardy Boy physics\nStay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly yo' business\nYou were marked, you no different, no better, new friends\nThat know better, new ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\nDig that whole industry, what does it matter?\nThrowed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\nStocking the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\nPlanned out my day to hear the universe say, \"nah, bro\" (like \"Nah, bro\")\n\nIs the beat dope 'til I rhyme on it? 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(Nah, bro)\n[02:21.00] 'Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)\n[02:23.63] If I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\n[02:26.76] And I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\n[02:29.41] Feel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n[02:31.92] Don't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\n[02:34.82] We ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\n[02:37.76] Wishing the vision was easier than giving up when\n[02:40.72] Words don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\n[02:43.56] It's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\n[02:46.90] Get derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\n[02:50.29] I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n[02:53.05] Spinnin' 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n[02:56.38] I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n[02:59.59] I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n[03:02.65] I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n[03:05.74] With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n[03:09.64] I guess I missed it, 'cause I don't ever listen\n[03:12.14] But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishin' for some intentions\n[03:15.24] That are inching off in the distance, don't mention loss in a sentence\n[03:18.48] Could tip the odds in an instant, and send me launching an endless\n[03:21.64] Attempt to offer solutions, but who should go on and do shit?\n[03:24.51] It's not me, I got delusions, I'm free, it's not the truth\n[03:27.87] That I see, I got some proof that I peaked\n[03:30.22] I've been dehumanizing\n[03:31.72] But I gotta do what I think\n[03:33.14] Will improve the mood of my dream\n[03:34.56] F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n[03:37.67] F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n[03:40.69] F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n[03:44.38] It is what it is, not what it should be\n[03:47.02] F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n[03:50.12] F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n[03:53.28] F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n[03:56.88] It is what it is, not what it should be\n[03:58.60] (Rav!)\n[04:00.50] You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n[04:02.86] Floatin' through space and time, on a carousel of emotions\n[04:06.13] I pointed to the stars, pursued a nexus, fear, and corpus\n[04:08.96] Why you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions?\n[04:12.12] My heart forbids pity, it's hard, but shit feelings\n[04:15.25] No doubt, rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\n[04:18.35] But I had to push through and just carve with grave sitting\n[04:21.78] And carve my own path, regardless of if it's pretty\n[04:24.87] Or not, matter of fact I still feel livid a lot\n[04:27.96] 'Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\n[04:30.97] And not every hand I shake thereafter lives to unlock\n[04:34.27] Something better for me, no correcting error for me, they'll reward me\n[04:38.32] I burned my house down, and I'm terraformin'\n[04:41.11] I'm metamorphic, new decisions enter my orbit\n[04:44.16] Every morning, our time as friends, we never spent it poorly\n[04:47.64] We simply spent it, now it's something to remember only\n[04:50.69] I give regards to all my ominous friends\n[04:53.25] Maybe one day we will see our roads crossin' again\n[04:56.09] Sometimes I blame myself for all the prospects lost in the wind\n[04:59.42] I suck the oxygen out, I bring the toxic shit in\n[05:02.58] But I done broke up out the box with the pen and kept on pushin'\n[05:05.73] And it ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\n[05:08.88] I don't know, maybe you did, you just dipped and never said shit\n[05:12.15] Maybe that's what caused the rift, or the shift in my perception\n[05:15.33] I admit, I've no longer any interest in repairin' bridges\n[05:18.97] That's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n[05:21.98] There aren't enough hours in the day for mourning friendships\n[05:25.15] No repentance, that's why I now chose to ignore my mentions\n[05:29.76] It's been too long\n[05:31.16] You probably asking yourself, \"What'd I do wrong?\"\n[05:34.55] But the truth's always steeped in nuance\n[05:37.56] Our road hit a fork, it's best we move\n[05:40.52] On (brr! 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Brap, brap, brap, brap, brap, brap!)\n  start_ms: 340520\n  end_ms: 342990\n- text: (EXO)\n  start_ms: 342990\n  end_ms: 344530\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 344530\nplain: |-\n  It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\n  I find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\n  I stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\n  Put my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\n  On the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\n  As if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\n  I don't like shit, but outside 'cause the sole of my feet\n  So I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\n  I been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\n  Like the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\n\n  In my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\n  Hard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\n  Hoe, I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\n  My eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\n  But son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\n  Your girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n  (Say what)\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n\n  Catch me deep in a spot\n  Main-vein Missy gonna sleep in your clots\n  I think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\n  I get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\n  I hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\n  Where they turn your dreams all crumb-sized\n  In the hive with the one mind, smoke a spliff to unwind\n  Just for the one time, bomb-like swan time\n\n  Hardy Boy physics\n  Stay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly yo' business\n  You were marked, you no different, no better, new friends\n  That know better, new ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\n  Dig that whole industry, what does it matter?\n  Throwed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\n  Stocking the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\n  Planned out my day to hear the universe say, \"nah, bro\" (like \"Nah, bro\")\n\n  Is the beat dope 'til I rhyme on it? (Nah, bro)\n  'Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)\n  If I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\n  And I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\n  Feel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n\n  Don't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\n  We ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\n  Wishing the vision was easier than giving up when\n  Words don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\n  It's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\n  Get derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\n  I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n  Spinnin' 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n\n  I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n  I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n  I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n  With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n\n  I guess I missed it, 'cause I don't ever listen\n  But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishin' for some intentions\n  That are inching off in the distance, don't mention loss in a sentence\n  Could tip the odds in an instant, and send me launching an endless\n  Attempt to offer solutions, but who should go on and do shit?\n  It's not me, I got delusions, I'm free, it's not the truth\n  That I see, I got some proof that I peaked\n  I've been dehumanizing\n  But I gotta do what I think\n  Will improve the mood of my dream\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  (Rav!)\n\n  You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n  Floatin' through space and time, on a carousel of emotions\n  I pointed to the stars, pursued a nexus, fear, and corpus\n  Why you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions?\n  My heart forbids pity, it's hard, but shit feelings\n  No doubt, rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\n  But I had to push through and just carve with grave sitting\n  And carve my own path, regardless of if it's pretty\n  Or not, matter of fact I still feel livid a lot\n\n  'Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\n  And not every hand I shake thereafter lives to unlock\n  Something better for me, no correcting error for me, they'll reward me\n  I burned my house down, and I'm terraformin'\n  I'm metamorphic, new decisions enter my orbit\n  Every morning, our time as friends, we never spent it poorly\n  We simply spent it, now it's something to remember only\n\n  I give regards to all my ominous friends\n  Maybe one day we will see our roads crossin' again\n  Sometimes I blame myself for all the prospects lost in the wind\n  I suck the oxygen out, I bring the toxic shit in\n  But I done broke up out the box with the pen and kept on pushin'\n  And it ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\n  I don't know, maybe you did, you just dipped and never said shit\n  Maybe that's what caused the rift, or the shift in my perception\n  I admit, I've no longer any interest in repairin' bridges\n  That's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n\n  There aren't enough hours in the day for mourning friendships\n  No repentance, that's why I now chose to ignore my mentions\n  It's been too long\n  You probably asking yourself, \"What'd I do wrong?\"\n  But the truth's always steeped in nuance\n  Our road hit a fork, it's best we move\n  On (brr! Brap, brap, brap, brap, brap, brap!)\n  (EXO)\n"},{"id":10398151,"name":"EXP Share - Remix","trackName":"EXP Share - Remix","artistName":"exociety","albumName":"EXP Share (Remix)","duration":360.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\nI find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\nI stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\nPut my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\nOn the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\nAs if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\nI don't like shit, but outside 'cuz the sole of my feet\nSo I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\nI been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\nLike the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\nIn my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\nHard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\nHo I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\nMy eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\nBut son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\nYour girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n(Say what)\n\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\n\nCatch me deep in the spot\nMain vein missed, you gotta sleep in your clots\nI think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\nI get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\nI hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\nWhere they turn your dreams all crumb sized\nIn the hive with the one mind\nSmoke a spliff to unwind\nJust for the one time\nBomb like Swanton: Hardy Boy physics\nStay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly your business\nYou a mark, you no different\nNo better. New friends that know better\nNew ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\nDig that hole in the street, what does it matter?\nThrowed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\nStock in the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\nPlanned out my day to hear the universe say, \"Nah bro.\"\n(Like nah bro)\n\nIs the beat dope till I rhyme on it? (Nah bro)\nTill I spend all my time on it? (Nah bro)\nIf I'm being honest, it's till the moment's gone\nAnd I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\nFeel like I'm drowning, I keep holding on\nDon't need companions man, we ain't living woebegone\nWe ain't living at all, just, keep getting stuck, keep\nWishing the vision was easier than giving up when\nWords don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\nIt's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\nGet derailed, like \"We failed.\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\nI'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\nSpinning 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\nI got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\nI got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\nI got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\nWith the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\nI guess I missed it, 'cos I don't ever listen\nBut it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishing for some intentions\nThat are inching off in the distance\ndon't mention Moss in a sentence\nCould tip the odds in an instant\nand send me launching an endless\nAttempt to offer solutions\nbut who should go on and do shit\nIt's not me, I got delusions, I'm free,\nit's not the truth That I see\nI got some proof that I peaked\nI've been dehumanizing\nBut I gotta do what I think\nWill improve the mood of my dream\n\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\n(RAAAVV!)\n\nYou and I were like the petals of a lotus\nFloating through space and time on a carousel of emotions\nI pointed to the stars, pursued an exospheric opus\nWhile you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions\nMy heart forbid pity\nYours harbored shit feelings\nNo doubt rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\nBut I had to push through in this cardboard grid city\nand carve my own path\nRegardless if it's pretty, or not\nMatter fact, I still feel livid a lot\nCause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\nAnd not every hand I shake thereafter lives\nto unlock something better for me\nNor correct an error for me, then reward me\nI burned my house down, and now I'm terraforming\nI'm metamorphic\nNew decisions enter my orbit every morning\nOur time as friends?\nWe never spent it poorly\nWe simply spent it\nNow it's something to remember only\nI give regards to all my ominous friends\nMaybe one day we will see our roads crossing again\nSometimes I blame myself for all the prospects\nlost in the wind\nI suck the oxygen out\nI bring the toxic shit in\nBut I done broke up out the box with a pen, and kept on pushing\nIt ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\nI don't know\nMaybe you did\nYou just dipped and never said shit\nMaybe that's what caused the rift\nOr the shift in my perception\nI admit, I've no longer any interest in repairing bridges\nThat's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\nThere aren't enough hours in the day for mourning\nfriendships, nor repentance\nThat's why i now choose to ignore my mentions\nIt's been too long\nYou probably asking yourself, \"What I do wrong?\"\nBut the truth's always steeped in nuance\nOur road hit a fork, it's best we move on\n(EXO)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: EXP Share - Remix\n  artist: exociety\n  album: EXP Share (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 360000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\n  I find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\n  I stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\n  Put my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\n  On the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\n  As if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\n  I don't like shit, but outside 'cuz the sole of my feet\n  So I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\n  I been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\n  Like the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\n  In my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\n  Hard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\n  Ho I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\n  My eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\n  But son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\n  Your girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n  (Say what)\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n\n  Catch me deep in the spot\n  Main vein missed, you gotta sleep in your clots\n  I think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\n  I get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\n  I hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\n  Where they turn your dreams all crumb sized\n  In the hive with the one mind\n  Smoke a spliff to unwind\n  Just for the one time\n  Bomb like Swanton: Hardy Boy physics\n  Stay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly your business\n  You a mark, you no different\n  No better. New friends that know better\n  New ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\n  Dig that hole in the street, what does it matter?\n  Throwed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\n  Stock in the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\n  Planned out my day to hear the universe say, \"Nah bro.\"\n  (Like nah bro)\n\n  Is the beat dope till I rhyme on it? (Nah bro)\n  Till I spend all my time on it? (Nah bro)\n  If I'm being honest, it's till the moment's gone\n  And I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\n  Feel like I'm drowning, I keep holding on\n  Don't need companions man, we ain't living woebegone\n  We ain't living at all, just, keep getting stuck, keep\n  Wishing the vision was easier than giving up when\n  Words don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\n  It's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\n  Get derailed, like \"We failed.\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\n  I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n  Spinning 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n  I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n  I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n  I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n  With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n  I guess I missed it, 'cos I don't ever listen\n  But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishing for some intentions\n  That are inching off in the distance\n  don't mention Moss in a sentence\n  Could tip the odds in an instant\n  and send me launching an endless\n  Attempt to offer solutions\n  but who should go on and do shit\n  It's not me, I got delusions, I'm free,\n  it's not the truth That I see\n  I got some proof that I peaked\n  I've been dehumanizing\n  But I gotta do what I think\n  Will improve the mood of my dream\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  (RAAAVV!)\n\n  You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n  Floating through space and time on a carousel of emotions\n  I pointed to the stars, pursued an exospheric opus\n  While you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions\n  My heart forbid pity\n  Yours harbored shit feelings\n  No doubt rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\n  But I had to push through in this cardboard grid city\n  and carve my own path\n  Regardless if it's pretty, or not\n  Matter fact, I still feel livid a lot\n  Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\n  And not every hand I shake thereafter lives\n  to unlock something better for me\n  Nor correct an error for me, then reward me\n  I burned my house down, and now I'm terraforming\n  I'm metamorphic\n  New decisions enter my orbit every morning\n  Our time as friends?\n  We never spent it poorly\n  We simply spent it\n  Now it's something to remember only\n  I give regards to all my ominous friends\n  Maybe one day we will see our roads crossing again\n  Sometimes I blame myself for all the prospects\n  lost in the wind\n  I suck the oxygen out\n  I bring the toxic shit in\n  But I done broke up out the box with a pen, and kept on pushing\n  It ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\n  I don't know\n  Maybe you did\n  You just dipped and never said shit\n  Maybe that's what caused the rift\n  Or the shift in my perception\n  I admit, I've no longer any interest in repairing bridges\n  That's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n  There aren't enough hours in the day for mourning\n  friendships, nor repentance\n  That's why i now choose to ignore my mentions\n  It's been too long\n  You probably asking yourself, \"What I do wrong?\"\n  But the truth's always steeped in nuance\n  Our road hit a fork, it's best we move on\n  (EXO)\n"},{"id":15183420,"name":"EXP Share","trackName":"EXP Share","artistName":"exociety, Rav, Kill Bill: The Rapper, Airospace, Scuare","albumName":"EXP Share","duration":370.056,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\nI find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\nI stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\nPut my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\nOn the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\nAs if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\nI don't like shit, but outside 'cause the sole of my feet\nSo I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\nI been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\nLike the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\n\nIn my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\nHard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\nHoe, I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\nMy eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\nBut son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\nYour girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n(Say what)\n\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\n\nCatch me deep in a spot\nMain-vein Missy gonna sleep in your clots\nI think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\nI get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\nI hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\nWhere they turn your dreams all crumb-sized\nIn the hive with the one mind, smoke a spliff to unwind\nJust for the one time, bomb-like swan time\n\nHardy Boy physics\nStay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly yo' business\nYou were marked, you no different, no better, new friends\nThat know better, new ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\nDig that whole industry, what does it matter?\nThrowed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\nStocking the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\nPlanned out my day to hear the universe say, \"nah, bro\" (like \"Nah, bro\")\n\nIs the beat dope 'til I rhyme on it? (Nah, bro)\n'Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)\nIf I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\nAnd I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\nFeel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n\nDon't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\nWe ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\nWishing the vision was easier than giving up when\nWords don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\nIt's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\nGet derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\nI'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\nSpinnin' 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n\nI got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\nI got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\nI got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\nWith the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n\nI guess I missed it, 'cause I don't ever listen\nBut it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishin' for some intentions\nThat are inching off in the distance, don't mention loss in a sentence\nCould tip the odds in an instant, and send me launching an endless\nAttempt to offer solutions, but who should go on and do shit?\nIt's not me, I got delusions, I'm free, it's not the truth\nThat I see, I got some proof that I peaked\nI've been dehumanizing\nBut I gotta do what I think\nWill improve the mood of my dream\n\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\n(Rav!)\n\nYou and I were like the petals of a lotus\nFloatin' through space and time, on a carousel of emotions\nI pointed to the stars, pursued a nexus, fear, and corpus\nWhy you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions?\nMy heart forbids pity, it's hard, but shit feelings\nNo doubt, rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\nBut I had to push through and just carve with grave sitting\nAnd carve my own path, regardless of if it's pretty\nOr not, matter of fact I still feel livid a lot\n\n'Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\nAnd not every hand I shake thereafter lives to unlock\nSomething better for me, no correcting error for me, they'll reward me\nI burned my house down, and I'm terraformin'\nI'm metamorphic, new decisions enter my orbit\nEvery morning, our time as friends, we never spent it poorly\nWe simply spent it, now it's something to remember only\n\nI give regards to all my ominous friends\nMaybe one day we will see our roads crossin' again\nSometimes I blame myself for all the prospects lost in the wind\nI suck the oxygen out, I bring the toxic shit in\nBut I done broke up out the box with the pen and kept on pushin'\nAnd it ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\nI don't know, maybe you did, you just dipped and never said shit\nMaybe that's what caused the rift, or the shift in my perception\nI admit, I've no longer any interest in repairin' bridges\nThat's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n\nThere aren't enough hours in the day for mourning friendships\nNo repentance, that's why I now chose to ignore my mentions\nIt's been too long\nYou probably asking yourself, \"What'd I do wrong?\"\nBut the truth's always steeped in nuance\nOur road hit a fork, it's best we move\nOn (brr! Brap, brap, brap, brap, brap, brap!)\n(EXO)","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.01] It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\n[00:15.46] I find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\n[00:18.75] I stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\n[00:21.86] Put my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\n[00:24.82] On the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\n[00:28.15] As if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\n[00:31.13] I don't like shit, but outside 'cause the sole of my feet\n[00:34.32] So I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\n[00:37.54] I been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\n[00:40.70] Like the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\n[00:43.60] In my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\n[00:47.21] Hard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\n[00:50.02] Hoe, I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\n[00:53.33] My eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\n[00:56.49] But son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\n[00:59.58] Your girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n[01:02.87] (Say what)\n[01:03.35] F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n[01:06.20] F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n[01:09.23] F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n[01:12.64] It is what it is, not what it should be\n[01:15.36] F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n[01:18.89] F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n[01:21.88] F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n[01:25.30] It is what it is, not what it should be\n[01:29.59] Catch me deep in a spot\n[01:31.76] Main-vein Missy gonna sleep in your clots\n[01:34.24] I think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\n[01:37.19] I get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\n[01:40.59] I hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\n[01:44.93] Where they turn your dreams all crumb-sized\n[01:48.60] In the hive with the one mind, smoke a spliff to unwind\n[01:52.06] Just for the one time, bomb-like swan time\n[01:55.19] Hardy Boy physics\n[01:56.77] Stay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly yo' business\n[01:59.89] You were marked, you no different, no better, new friends\n[02:02.54] That know better, new ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\n[02:06.20] Dig that whole industry, what does it matter?\n[02:09.31] Throwed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\n[02:12.59] Stocking the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\n[02:15.81] Planned out my day to hear the universe say, \"nah, bro\" (like \"Nah, bro\")\n[02:18.72] Is the beat dope 'til I rhyme on it? (Nah, bro)\n[02:21.00] 'Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)\n[02:23.63] If I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\n[02:26.76] And I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\n[02:29.41] Feel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n[02:31.92] Don't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\n[02:34.82] We ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\n[02:37.76] Wishing the vision was easier than giving up when\n[02:40.72] Words don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\n[02:43.56] It's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\n[02:46.90] Get derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\n[02:50.29] I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n[02:53.05] Spinnin' 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n[02:56.38] I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n[02:59.59] I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n[03:02.65] I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n[03:05.74] With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n[03:09.64] I guess I missed it, 'cause I don't ever listen\n[03:12.14] But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishin' for some intentions\n[03:15.24] That are inching off in the distance, don't mention loss in a sentence\n[03:18.48] Could tip the odds in an instant, and send me launching an endless\n[03:21.64] Attempt to offer solutions, but who should go on and do shit?\n[03:24.51] It's not me, I got delusions, I'm free, it's not the truth\n[03:27.87] That I see, I got some proof that I peaked\n[03:30.22] I've been dehumanizing\n[03:31.72] But I gotta do what I think\n[03:33.14] Will improve the mood of my dream\n[03:34.56] F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n[03:37.67] F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n[03:40.69] F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n[03:44.38] It is what it is, not what it should be\n[03:47.02] F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n[03:50.12] F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n[03:53.28] F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n[03:56.88] It is what it is, not what it should be\n[03:58.60] (Rav!)\n[04:00.50] You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n[04:02.86] Floatin' through space and time, on a carousel of emotions\n[04:06.13] I pointed to the stars, pursued a nexus, fear, and corpus\n[04:08.96] Why you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions?\n[04:12.12] My heart forbids pity, it's hard, but shit feelings\n[04:15.25] No doubt, rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\n[04:18.35] But I had to push through and just carve with grave sitting\n[04:21.78] And carve my own path, regardless of if it's pretty\n[04:24.87] Or not, matter of fact I still feel livid a lot\n[04:27.96] 'Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\n[04:30.97] And not every hand I shake thereafter lives to unlock\n[04:34.27] Something better for me, no correcting error for me, they'll reward me\n[04:38.32] I burned my house down, and I'm terraformin'\n[04:41.11] I'm metamorphic, new decisions enter my orbit\n[04:44.16] Every morning, our time as friends, we never spent it poorly\n[04:47.64] We simply spent it, now it's something to remember only\n[04:50.69] I give regards to all my ominous friends\n[04:53.25] Maybe one day we will see our roads crossin' again\n[04:56.09] Sometimes I blame myself for all the prospects lost in the wind\n[04:59.42] I suck the oxygen out, I bring the toxic shit in\n[05:02.58] But I done broke up out the box with the pen and kept on pushin'\n[05:05.73] And it ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\n[05:08.88] I don't know, maybe you did, you just dipped and never said shit\n[05:12.15] Maybe that's what caused the rift, or the shift in my perception\n[05:15.33] I admit, I've no longer any interest in repairin' bridges\n[05:18.97] That's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n[05:21.98] There aren't enough hours in the day for mourning friendships\n[05:25.15] No repentance, that's why I now chose to ignore my mentions\n[05:29.76] It's been too long\n[05:31.16] You probably asking yourself, \"What'd I do wrong?\"\n[05:34.55] But the truth's always steeped in nuance\n[05:37.56] Our road hit a fork, it's best we move\n[05:40.52] On (brr! 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(Nah, bro)\n  'Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)\n  If I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\n  And I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\n  Feel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n\n  Don't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\n  We ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\n  Wishing the vision was easier than giving up when\n  Words don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\n  It's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\n  Get derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\n  I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n  Spinnin' 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n\n  I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n  I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n  I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n  With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n\n  I guess I missed it, 'cause I don't ever listen\n  But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishin' for some intentions\n  That are inching off in the distance, don't mention loss in a sentence\n  Could tip the odds in an instant, and send me launching an endless\n  Attempt to offer solutions, but who should go on and do shit?\n  It's not me, I got delusions, I'm free, it's not the truth\n  That I see, I got some proof that I peaked\n  I've been dehumanizing\n  But I gotta do what I think\n  Will improve the mood of my dream\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  (Rav!)\n\n  You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n  Floatin' through space and time, on a carousel of emotions\n  I pointed to the stars, pursued a nexus, fear, and corpus\n  Why you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions?\n  My heart forbids pity, it's hard, but shit feelings\n  No doubt, rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\n  But I had to push through and just carve with grave sitting\n  And carve my own path, regardless of if it's pretty\n  Or not, matter of fact I still feel livid a lot\n\n  'Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\n  And not every hand I shake thereafter lives to unlock\n  Something better for me, no correcting error for me, they'll reward me\n  I burned my house down, and I'm terraformin'\n  I'm metamorphic, new decisions enter my orbit\n  Every morning, our time as friends, we never spent it poorly\n  We simply spent it, now it's something to remember only\n\n  I give regards to all my ominous friends\n  Maybe one day we will see our roads crossin' again\n  Sometimes I blame myself for all the prospects lost in the wind\n  I suck the oxygen out, I bring the toxic shit in\n  But I done broke up out the box with the pen and kept on pushin'\n  And it ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\n  I don't know, maybe you did, you just dipped and never said shit\n  Maybe that's what caused the rift, or the shift in my perception\n  I admit, I've no longer any interest in repairin' bridges\n  That's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n\n  There aren't enough hours in the day for mourning friendships\n  No repentance, that's why I now chose to ignore my mentions\n  It's been too long\n  You probably asking yourself, \"What'd I do wrong?\"\n  But the truth's always steeped in nuance\n  Our road hit a fork, it's best we move\n  On (brr! 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(Nah, bro)\n'Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)\nIf I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\nAnd I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\nFeel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n\nDon't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\nWe ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\nWishing the vision was easier than giving up when\nWords don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\nIt's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\nGet derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? 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(Nah, bro)\n  start_ms: 138720\n  end_ms: 141000\n- text: '''Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)'\n  start_ms: 141000\n  end_ms: 143630\n- text: If I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\n  start_ms: 143630\n  end_ms: 146760\n- text: And I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\n  start_ms: 146760\n  end_ms: 149410\n- text: Feel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n  start_ms: 149410\n  end_ms: 151920\n- text: Don't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\n  start_ms: 151920\n  end_ms: 154820\n- text: We ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\n  start_ms: 154820\n  end_ms: 157760\n- text: Wishing the vision was easier than giving up when\n  start_ms: 157760\n  end_ms: 160720\n- text: Words don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\n  start_ms: 160720\n  end_ms: 163560\n- text: It's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\n  start_ms: 163560\n  end_ms: 166900\n- text: Get derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\n  start_ms: 166900\n  end_ms: 170290\n- text: I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n  start_ms: 170290\n  end_ms: 173050\n- text: Spinnin' 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n  start_ms: 173050\n  end_ms: 176380\n- text: I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n  start_ms: 176380\n  end_ms: 179590\n- text: I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n  start_ms: 179590\n  end_ms: 182650\n- text: I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n  start_ms: 182650\n  end_ms: 185740\n- text: With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n  start_ms: 185740\n  end_ms: 189640\n- text: I guess I missed it, 'cause I don't ever listen\n  start_ms: 189640\n  end_ms: 192140\n- text: But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishin' for some intentions\n  start_ms: 192140\n  end_ms: 195240\n- text: That are inching off in the distance, don't mention loss in a sentence\n  start_ms: 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not what it should be\n  start_ms: 224380\n  end_ms: 227020\n- text: F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  start_ms: 227020\n  end_ms: 230120\n- text: F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  start_ms: 230120\n  end_ms: 233280\n- text: F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  start_ms: 233280\n  end_ms: 236880\n- text: It is what it is, not what it should be\n  start_ms: 236880\n  end_ms: 238600\n- text: (Rav!)\n  start_ms: 238600\n  end_ms: 240500\n- text: You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n  start_ms: 240500\n  end_ms: 242860\n- text: Floatin' through space and time, on a carousel of emotions\n  start_ms: 242860\n  end_ms: 246130\n- text: I pointed to the stars, pursued a nexus, fear, and corpus\n  start_ms: 246130\n  end_ms: 248960\n- text: Why you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions?\n  start_ms: 248960\n  end_ms: 252120\n- text: My heart forbids pity, it's hard, but shit feelings\n  start_ms: 252120\n  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Brap, brap, brap, brap, brap, brap!)\n  start_ms: 340520\n  end_ms: 342990\n- text: (EXO)\n  start_ms: 342990\n  end_ms: 344530\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 344530\nplain: |-\n  It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\n  I find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\n  I stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\n  Put my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\n  On the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\n  As if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\n  I don't like shit, but outside 'cause the sole of my feet\n  So I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\n  I been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\n  Like the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\n\n  In my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\n  Hard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\n  Hoe, I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\n  My eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\n  But son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\n  Your girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n  (Say what)\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n\n  Catch me deep in a spot\n  Main-vein Missy gonna sleep in your clots\n  I think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\n  I get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\n  I hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\n  Where they turn your dreams all crumb-sized\n  In the hive with the one mind, smoke a spliff to unwind\n  Just for the one time, bomb-like swan time\n\n  Hardy Boy physics\n  Stay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly yo' business\n  You were marked, you no different, no better, new friends\n  That know better, new ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\n  Dig that whole industry, what does it matter?\n  Throwed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\n  Stocking the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\n  Planned out my day to hear the universe say, \"nah, bro\" (like \"Nah, bro\")\n\n  Is the beat dope 'til I rhyme on it? (Nah, bro)\n  'Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)\n  If I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\n  And I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\n  Feel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n\n  Don't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\n  We ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\n  Wishing the vision was easier than giving up when\n  Words don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\n  It's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\n  Get derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\n  I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n  Spinnin' 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n\n  I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n  I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n  I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n  With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n\n  I guess I missed it, 'cause I don't ever listen\n  But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishin' for some intentions\n  That are inching off in the distance, don't mention loss in a sentence\n  Could tip the odds in an instant, and send me launching an endless\n  Attempt to offer solutions, but who should go on and do shit?\n  It's not me, I got delusions, I'm free, it's not the truth\n  That I see, I got some proof that I peaked\n  I've been dehumanizing\n  But I gotta do what I think\n  Will improve the mood of my dream\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  (Rav!)\n\n  You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n  Floatin' through space and time, on a carousel of emotions\n  I pointed to the stars, pursued a nexus, fear, and corpus\n  Why you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions?\n  My heart forbids pity, it's hard, but shit feelings\n  No doubt, rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\n  But I had to push through and just carve with grave sitting\n  And carve my own path, regardless of if it's pretty\n  Or not, matter of fact I still feel livid a lot\n\n  'Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\n  And not every hand I shake thereafter lives to unlock\n  Something better for me, no correcting error for me, they'll reward me\n  I burned my house down, and I'm terraformin'\n  I'm metamorphic, new decisions enter my orbit\n  Every morning, our time as friends, we never spent it poorly\n  We simply spent it, now it's something to remember only\n\n  I give regards to all my ominous friends\n  Maybe one day we will see our roads crossin' again\n  Sometimes I blame myself for all the prospects lost in the wind\n  I suck the oxygen out, I bring the toxic shit in\n  But I done broke up out the box with the pen and kept on pushin'\n  And it ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\n  I don't know, maybe you did, you just dipped and never said shit\n  Maybe that's what caused the rift, or the shift in my perception\n  I admit, I've no longer any interest in repairin' bridges\n  That's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n\n  There aren't enough hours in the day for mourning friendships\n  No repentance, that's why I now chose to ignore my mentions\n  It's been too long\n  You probably asking yourself, \"What'd I do wrong?\"\n  But the truth's always steeped in nuance\n  Our road hit a fork, it's best we move\n  On (brr! 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(Nah, bro)\n'Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)\nIf I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\nAnd I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\nFeel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n\nDon't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\nWe ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\nWishing the vision was easier than giving up when\nWords don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\nIt's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\nGet derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\nI'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\nSpinnin' 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n\nI got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\nI got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\nI got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\nWith the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n\nI guess I missed it, 'cause I don't ever listen\nBut it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishin' for some intentions\nThat are inching off in the distance, don't mention loss in a sentence\nCould tip the odds in an instant, and send me launching an endless\nAttempt to offer solutions, but who should go on and do shit?\nIt's not me, I got delusions, I'm free, it's not the truth\nThat I see, I got some proof that I peaked\nI've been dehumanizing\nBut I gotta do what I think\nWill improve the mood of my dream\n\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\n(Rav!)\n\nYou and I were like the petals of a lotus\nFloatin' through space and time, on a carousel of emotions\nI pointed to the stars, pursued a nexus, fear, and corpus\nWhy you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions?\nMy heart forbids pity, it's hard, but shit feelings\nNo doubt, rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\nBut I had to push through and just carve with grave sitting\nAnd carve my own path, regardless of if it's pretty\nOr not, matter of fact I still feel livid a lot\n\n'Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\nAnd not every hand I shake thereafter lives to unlock\nSomething better for me, no correcting error for me, they'll reward me\nI burned my house down, and I'm terraformin'\nI'm metamorphic, new decisions enter my orbit\nEvery morning, our time as friends, we never spent it poorly\nWe simply spent it, now it's something to remember only\n\nI give regards to all my ominous friends\nMaybe one day we will see our roads crossin' again\nSometimes I blame myself for all the prospects lost in the wind\nI suck the oxygen out, I bring the toxic shit in\nBut I done broke up out the box with the pen and kept on pushin'\nAnd it ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\nI don't know, maybe you did, you just dipped and never said shit\nMaybe that's what caused the rift, or the shift in my perception\nI admit, I've no longer any interest in repairin' bridges\nThat's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n\nThere aren't enough hours in the day for mourning friendships\nNo repentance, that's why I now chose to ignore my mentions\nIt's been too long\nYou probably asking yourself, \"What'd I do wrong?\"\nBut the truth's always steeped in nuance\nOur road hit a fork, it's best we move\nOn (brr! 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Brap, brap, brap, brap, brap, brap!)\n  start_ms: 340520\n  end_ms: 342990\n- text: (EXO)\n  start_ms: 342990\n  end_ms: 344530\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 344530\nplain: |-\n  It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\n  I find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\n  I stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\n  Put my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\n  On the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\n  As if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\n  I don't like shit, but outside 'cause the sole of my feet\n  So I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\n  I been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\n  Like the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\n\n  In my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\n  Hard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\n  Hoe, I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\n  My eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\n  But son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\n  Your girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n  (Say what)\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n\n  Catch me deep in a spot\n  Main-vein Missy gonna sleep in your clots\n  I think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\n  I get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\n  I hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\n  Where they turn your dreams all crumb-sized\n  In the hive with the one mind, smoke a spliff to unwind\n  Just for the one time, bomb-like swan time\n\n  Hardy Boy physics\n  Stay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly yo' business\n  You were marked, you no different, no better, new friends\n  That know better, new ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\n  Dig that whole industry, what does it matter?\n  Throwed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\n  Stocking the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\n  Planned out my day to hear the universe say, \"nah, bro\" (like \"Nah, bro\")\n\n  Is the beat dope 'til I rhyme on it? (Nah, bro)\n  'Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)\n  If I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\n  And I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\n  Feel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n\n  Don't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\n  We ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\n  Wishing the vision was easier than giving up when\n  Words don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\n  It's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\n  Get derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\n  I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n  Spinnin' 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n\n  I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n  I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n  I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n  With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n\n  I guess I missed it, 'cause I don't ever listen\n  But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishin' for some intentions\n  That are inching off in the distance, don't mention loss in a sentence\n  Could tip the odds in an instant, and send me launching an endless\n  Attempt to offer solutions, but who should go on and do shit?\n  It's not me, I got delusions, I'm free, it's not the truth\n  That I see, I got some proof that I peaked\n  I've been dehumanizing\n  But I gotta do what I think\n  Will improve the mood of my dream\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  (Rav!)\n\n  You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n  Floatin' through space and time, on a carousel of emotions\n  I pointed to the stars, pursued a nexus, fear, and corpus\n  Why you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions?\n  My heart forbids pity, it's hard, but shit feelings\n  No doubt, rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\n  But I had to push through and just carve with grave sitting\n  And carve my own path, regardless of if it's pretty\n  Or not, matter of fact I still feel livid a lot\n\n  'Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\n  And not every hand I shake thereafter lives to unlock\n  Something better for me, no correcting error for me, they'll reward me\n  I burned my house down, and I'm terraformin'\n  I'm metamorphic, new decisions enter my orbit\n  Every morning, our time as friends, we never spent it poorly\n  We simply spent it, now it's something to remember only\n\n  I give regards to all my ominous friends\n  Maybe one day we will see our roads crossin' again\n  Sometimes I blame myself for all the prospects lost in the wind\n  I suck the oxygen out, I bring the toxic shit in\n  But I done broke up out the box with the pen and kept on pushin'\n  And it ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\n  I don't know, maybe you did, you just dipped and never said shit\n  Maybe that's what caused the rift, or the shift in my perception\n  I admit, I've no longer any interest in repairin' bridges\n  That's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n\n  There aren't enough hours in the day for mourning friendships\n  No repentance, that's why I now chose to ignore my mentions\n  It's been too long\n  You probably asking yourself, \"What'd I do wrong?\"\n  But the truth's always steeped in nuance\n  Our road hit a fork, it's best we move\n  On (brr! 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It's just me\n[02:50.29] I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n[02:53.05] Spinnin' 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n[02:56.38] I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n[02:59.59] I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n[03:02.65] I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n[03:05.74] With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n[03:09.64] I guess I missed it, 'cause I don't ever listen\n[03:12.14] But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishin' for some intentions\n[03:15.24] That are inching off in the distance, don't mention loss in a sentence\n[03:18.48] Could tip the odds in an instant, and send me launching an endless\n[03:21.64] Attempt to offer solutions, but who should go on and do shit?\n[03:24.51] It's not me, I got delusions, I'm free, it's not the truth\n[03:27.87] That I see, I got some proof that I peaked\n[03:30.22] I've been dehumanizing\n[03:31.72] But I gotta do what I think\n[03:33.14] Will improve the mood of my dream\n[03:34.56] F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n[03:37.67] F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n[03:40.69] F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n[03:44.38] It is what it is, not what it should be\n[03:47.02] F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n[03:50.12] F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n[03:53.28] F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n[03:56.88] It is what it is, not what it should be\n[03:58.60] (Rav!)\n[04:00.50] You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n[04:02.86] Floatin' through space and time, on a carousel of emotions\n[04:06.13] I pointed to the stars, pursued a nexus, fear, and corpus\n[04:08.96] Why you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions?\n[04:12.12] My heart forbids pity, it's hard, but shit feelings\n[04:15.25] No doubt, rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\n[04:18.35] But I had to push through and just carve with grave sitting\n[04:21.78] And carve my own path, regardless of if it's pretty\n[04:24.87] Or not, matter of fact I still feel livid a lot\n[04:27.96] 'Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\n[04:30.97] And not every hand I shake thereafter lives to unlock\n[04:34.27] Something better for me, no correcting error for me, they'll reward me\n[04:38.32] I burned my house down, and I'm terraformin'\n[04:41.11] I'm metamorphic, new decisions enter my orbit\n[04:44.16] Every morning, our time as friends, we never spent it poorly\n[04:47.64] We simply spent it, now it's something to remember only\n[04:50.69] I give regards to all my ominous friends\n[04:53.25] Maybe one day we will see our roads crossin' again\n[04:56.09] Sometimes I blame myself for all the prospects lost in the wind\n[04:59.42] I suck the oxygen out, I bring the toxic shit in\n[05:02.58] But I done broke up out the box with the pen and kept on pushin'\n[05:05.73] And it ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\n[05:08.88] I don't know, maybe you did, you just dipped and never said shit\n[05:12.15] Maybe that's what caused the rift, or the shift in my perception\n[05:15.33] I admit, I've no longer any interest in repairin' bridges\n[05:18.97] That's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n[05:21.98] There aren't enough hours in the day for mourning friendships\n[05:25.15] No repentance, that's why I now chose to ignore my mentions\n[05:29.76] It's been too long\n[05:31.16] You probably asking yourself, \"What'd I do wrong?\"\n[05:34.55] But the truth's always steeped in nuance\n[05:37.56] Our road hit a fork, it's best we move\n[05:40.52] On (brr! 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Brap, brap, brap, brap, brap, brap!)\n  (EXO)\n"},{"id":4728946,"name":"EXP Share - Remix","trackName":"EXP Share - Remix","artistName":"exociety feat. Rav, Kill Bill: The Rapper, Airospace & Scuare","albumName":"EXP Share (Remix)","duration":360.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\nI find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\nI stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\nPut my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\nOn the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\nAs if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\nI don't like shit, but outside 'cuz the sole of my feet\nSo I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\nI been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\nLike the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\nIn my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\nHard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\nHo I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\nMy eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\nBut son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\nYour girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n(Say what)\n\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\n\nCatch me deep in the spot\nMain vein missed, you gotta sleep in your clots\nI think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\nI get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\nI hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\nWhere they turn your dreams all crumb sized\nIn the hive with the one mind\nSmoke a spliff to unwind\nJust for the one time\nBomb like Swanton: Hardy Boy physics\nStay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly your business\nYou a mark, you no different\nNo better. New friends that know better\nNew ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\nDig that hole in the street, what does it matter?\nThrowed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\nStock in the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\nPlanned out my day to hear the universe say, \"Nah bro.\"\n(Like nah bro)\n\nIs the beat dope till I rhyme on it? (Nah bro)\nTill I spend all my time on it? (Nah bro)\nIf I'm being honest, it's till the moment's gone\nAnd I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\nFeel like I'm drowning, I keep holding on\nDon't need companions man, we ain't living woebegone\nWe ain't living at all, just, keep getting stuck, keep\nWishing the vision was easier than giving up when\nWords don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\nIt's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\nGet derailed, like \"We failed.\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\nI'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\nSpinning 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\nI got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\nI got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\nI got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\nWith the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\nI guess I missed it, 'cos I don't ever listen\nBut it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishing for some intentions\nThat are inching off in the distance\nDon't mention Moss in a sentence\nCould tip the odds in an instant\nAnd send me launching an endless\nAttempt to offer solutions\nBut who should go on and do shit\nIt's not me, I got delusions, I'm free,\nIt's not the truth That I see\nI got some proof that I peaked\nI've been dehumanizing\nBut I gotta do what I think\nWill improve the mood of my dream\n\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\n(RAAAVV!)\n\nYou and I were like the petals of a lotus\nFloating through space and time on a carousel of emotions\nI pointed to the stars, pursued an exospheric opus\nWhile you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions\nMy heart forbid pity\nYours harbored shit feelings\nNo doubt rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\nBut I had to push through in this cardboard grid city\nAnd carve my own path\nRegardless if it's pretty, or not\nMatter fact, I still feel livid a lot\nCause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\nAnd not every hand I shake thereafter lives\nTo unlock something better for me\nNor correct an error for me, then reward me\nI burned my house down, and now I'm terraforming\nI'm metamorphic\nNew decisions enter my orbit every morning\nOur time as friends?\nWe never spent it poorly\nWe simply spent it\nNow it's something to remember only\nI give regards to all my ominous friends\nMaybe one day we will see our roads crossing again\nSometimes I blame myself for all the prospects\nLost in the wind\nI suck the oxygen out\nI bring the toxic shit in\nBut I done broke up out the box with a pen, and kept on pushing\nIt ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\nI don't know\nMaybe you did\nYou just dipped and never said shit\nMaybe that's what caused the rift\nOr the shift in my perception\nI admit, I've no longer any interest in repairing bridges\nThat's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\nThere aren't enough hours in the day for mourning\nFriendships, nor repentance\nThat's why i now choose to ignore my mentions\nIt's been too long\nYou probably asking yourself, \"What I do wrong?\"\nBut the truth's always steeped in nuance\nOur road hit a fork, it's best we move on\n(EXO)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: EXP Share - Remix\n  artist: 'exociety feat. Rav, Kill Bill: The Rapper, Airospace & Scuare'\n  album: EXP Share (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 360000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\n  I find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\n  I stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\n  Put my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\n  On the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\n  As if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\n  I don't like shit, but outside 'cuz the sole of my feet\n  So I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\n  I been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\n  Like the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\n  In my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\n  Hard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\n  Ho I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\n  My eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\n  But son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\n  Your girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n  (Say what)\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n\n  Catch me deep in the spot\n  Main vein missed, you gotta sleep in your clots\n  I think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\n  I get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\n  I hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\n  Where they turn your dreams all crumb sized\n  In the hive with the one mind\n  Smoke a spliff to unwind\n  Just for the one time\n  Bomb like Swanton: Hardy Boy physics\n  Stay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly your business\n  You a mark, you no different\n  No better. New friends that know better\n  New ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\n  Dig that hole in the street, what does it matter?\n  Throwed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\n  Stock in the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\n  Planned out my day to hear the universe say, \"Nah bro.\"\n  (Like nah bro)\n\n  Is the beat dope till I rhyme on it? (Nah bro)\n  Till I spend all my time on it? (Nah bro)\n  If I'm being honest, it's till the moment's gone\n  And I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\n  Feel like I'm drowning, I keep holding on\n  Don't need companions man, we ain't living woebegone\n  We ain't living at all, just, keep getting stuck, keep\n  Wishing the vision was easier than giving up when\n  Words don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\n  It's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\n  Get derailed, like \"We failed.\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\n  I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n  Spinning 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n  I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n  I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n  I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n  With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n  I guess I missed it, 'cos I don't ever listen\n  But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishing for some intentions\n  That are inching off in the distance\n  Don't mention Moss in a sentence\n  Could tip the odds in an instant\n  And send me launching an endless\n  Attempt to offer solutions\n  But who should go on and do shit\n  It's not me, I got delusions, I'm free,\n  It's not the truth That I see\n  I got some proof that I peaked\n  I've been dehumanizing\n  But I gotta do what I think\n  Will improve the mood of my dream\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  (RAAAVV!)\n\n  You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n  Floating through space and time on a carousel of emotions\n  I pointed to the stars, pursued an exospheric opus\n  While you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions\n  My heart forbid pity\n  Yours harbored shit feelings\n  No doubt rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\n  But I had to push through in this cardboard grid city\n  And carve my own path\n  Regardless if it's pretty, or not\n  Matter fact, I still feel livid a lot\n  Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\n  And not every hand I shake thereafter lives\n  To unlock something better for me\n  Nor correct an error for me, then reward me\n  I burned my house down, and now I'm terraforming\n  I'm metamorphic\n  New decisions enter my orbit every morning\n  Our time as friends?\n  We never spent it poorly\n  We simply spent it\n  Now it's something to remember only\n  I give regards to all my ominous friends\n  Maybe one day we will see our roads crossing again\n  Sometimes I blame myself for all the prospects\n  Lost in the wind\n  I suck the oxygen out\n  I bring the toxic shit in\n  But I done broke up out the box with a pen, and kept on pushing\n  It ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\n  I don't know\n  Maybe you did\n  You just dipped and never said shit\n  Maybe that's what caused the rift\n  Or the shift in my perception\n  I admit, I've no longer any interest in repairing bridges\n  That's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n  There aren't enough hours in the day for mourning\n  Friendships, nor repentance\n  That's why i now choose to ignore my mentions\n  It's been too long\n  You probably asking yourself, \"What I do wrong?\"\n  But the truth's always steeped in nuance\n  Our road hit a fork, it's best we move on\n  (EXO)\n"},{"id":4728947,"name":"EXP Share - Remix Feat. Rav, Kill Bill: The Rapper, Airospace, Scuare","trackName":"EXP Share - Remix Feat. Rav, Kill Bill: The Rapper, Airospace, Scuare","artistName":"exociety","albumName":"EXP Share (Remix)","duration":360.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\nI find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\nI stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\nPut my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\nOn the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\nAs if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\nI don't like shit, but outside 'cuz the sole of my feet\nSo I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\nI been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\nLike the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\nIn my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\nHard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\nHo I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\nMy eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\nBut son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\nYour girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n(Say what)\n\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\n\nCatch me deep in the spot\nMain vein missed, you gotta sleep in your clots\nI think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\nI get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\nI hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\nWhere they turn your dreams all crumb sized\nIn the hive with the one mind\nSmoke a spliff to unwind\nJust for the one time\nBomb like Swanton: Hardy Boy physics\nStay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly your business\nYou a mark, you no different\nNo better. New friends that know better\nNew ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\nDig that hole in the street, what does it matter?\nThrowed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\nStock in the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\nPlanned out my day to hear the universe say, \"Nah bro.\"\n(Like nah bro)\n\nIs the beat dope till I rhyme on it? (Nah bro)\nTill I spend all my time on it? (Nah bro)\nIf I'm being honest, it's till the moment's gone\nAnd I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\nFeel like I'm drowning, I keep holding on\nDon't need companions man, we ain't living woebegone\nWe ain't living at all, just, keep getting stuck, keep\nWishing the vision was easier than giving up when\nWords don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\nIt's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\nGet derailed, like \"We failed.\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\nI'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\nSpinning 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\nI got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\nI got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\nI got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\nWith the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\nI guess I missed it, 'cos I don't ever listen\nBut it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishing for some intentions\nThat are inching off in the distance\nDon't mention Moss in a sentence\nCould tip the odds in an instant\nAnd send me launching an endless\nAttempt to offer solutions\nBut who should go on and do shit\nIt's not me, I got delusions, I'm free,\nIt's not the truth That I see\nI got some proof that I peaked\nI've been dehumanizing\nBut I gotta do what I think\nWill improve the mood of my dream\n\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\n(RAAAVV!)\n\nYou and I were like the petals of a lotus\nFloating through space and time on a carousel of emotions\nI pointed to the stars, pursued an exospheric opus\nWhile you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions\nMy heart forbid pity\nYours harbored shit feelings\nNo doubt rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\nBut I had to push through in this cardboard grid city\nAnd carve my own path\nRegardless if it's pretty, or not\nMatter fact, I still feel livid a lot\nCause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\nAnd not every hand I shake thereafter lives\nTo unlock something better for me\nNor correct an error for me, then reward me\nI burned my house down, and now I'm terraforming\nI'm metamorphic\nNew decisions enter my orbit every morning\nOur time as friends?\nWe never spent it poorly\nWe simply spent it\nNow it's something to remember only\nI give regards to all my ominous friends\nMaybe one day we will see our roads crossing again\nSometimes I blame myself for all the prospects\nLost in the wind\nI suck the oxygen out\nI bring the toxic shit in\nBut I done broke up out the box with a pen, and kept on pushing\nIt ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\nI don't know\nMaybe you did\nYou just dipped and never said shit\nMaybe that's what caused the rift\nOr the shift in my perception\nI admit, I've no longer any interest in repairing bridges\nThat's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\nThere aren't enough hours in the day for mourning\nFriendships, nor repentance\nThat's why i now choose to ignore my mentions\nIt's been too long\nYou probably asking yourself, \"What I do wrong?\"\nBut the truth's always steeped in nuance\nOur road hit a fork, it's best we move on\n(EXO)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 'EXP Share - Remix Feat. Rav, Kill Bill: The Rapper, Airospace, Scuare'\n  artist: exociety\n  album: EXP Share (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 360000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\n  I find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\n  I stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\n  Put my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\n  On the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\n  As if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\n  I don't like shit, but outside 'cuz the sole of my feet\n  So I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\n  I been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\n  Like the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\n  In my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\n  Hard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\n  Ho I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\n  My eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\n  But son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\n  Your girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n  (Say what)\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n\n  Catch me deep in the spot\n  Main vein missed, you gotta sleep in your clots\n  I think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\n  I get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\n  I hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\n  Where they turn your dreams all crumb sized\n  In the hive with the one mind\n  Smoke a spliff to unwind\n  Just for the one time\n  Bomb like Swanton: Hardy Boy physics\n  Stay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly your business\n  You a mark, you no different\n  No better. New friends that know better\n  New ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\n  Dig that hole in the street, what does it matter?\n  Throwed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\n  Stock in the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\n  Planned out my day to hear the universe say, \"Nah bro.\"\n  (Like nah bro)\n\n  Is the beat dope till I rhyme on it? (Nah bro)\n  Till I spend all my time on it? (Nah bro)\n  If I'm being honest, it's till the moment's gone\n  And I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\n  Feel like I'm drowning, I keep holding on\n  Don't need companions man, we ain't living woebegone\n  We ain't living at all, just, keep getting stuck, keep\n  Wishing the vision was easier than giving up when\n  Words don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\n  It's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\n  Get derailed, like \"We failed.\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\n  I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n  Spinning 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n  I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n  I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n  I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n  With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n  I guess I missed it, 'cos I don't ever listen\n  But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishing for some intentions\n  That are inching off in the distance\n  Don't mention Moss in a sentence\n  Could tip the odds in an instant\n  And send me launching an endless\n  Attempt to offer solutions\n  But who should go on and do shit\n  It's not me, I got delusions, I'm free,\n  It's not the truth That I see\n  I got some proof that I peaked\n  I've been dehumanizing\n  But I gotta do what I think\n  Will improve the mood of my dream\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  (RAAAVV!)\n\n  You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n  Floating through space and time on a carousel of emotions\n  I pointed to the stars, pursued an exospheric opus\n  While you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions\n  My heart forbid pity\n  Yours harbored shit feelings\n  No doubt rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\n  But I had to push through in this cardboard grid city\n  And carve my own path\n  Regardless if it's pretty, or not\n  Matter fact, I still feel livid a lot\n  Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\n  And not every hand I shake thereafter lives\n  To unlock something better for me\n  Nor correct an error for me, then reward me\n  I burned my house down, and now I'm terraforming\n  I'm metamorphic\n  New decisions enter my orbit every morning\n  Our time as friends?\n  We never spent it poorly\n  We simply spent it\n  Now it's something to remember only\n  I give regards to all my ominous friends\n  Maybe one day we will see our roads crossing again\n  Sometimes I blame myself for all the prospects\n  Lost in the wind\n  I suck the oxygen out\n  I bring the toxic shit in\n  But I done broke up out the box with a pen, and kept on pushing\n  It ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\n  I don't know\n  Maybe you did\n  You just dipped and never said shit\n  Maybe that's what caused the rift\n  Or the shift in my perception\n  I admit, I've no longer any interest in repairing bridges\n  That's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n  There aren't enough hours in the day for mourning\n  Friendships, nor repentance\n  That's why i now choose to ignore my mentions\n  It's been too long\n  You probably asking yourself, \"What I do wrong?\"\n  But the truth's always steeped in nuance\n  Our road hit a fork, it's best we move on\n  (EXO)\n"},{"id":30183097,"name":"exp share (feat. rav, kill bill: the rapper, airospace, & scuare)","trackName":"exp share (feat. rav, kill bill: the rapper, airospace, & scuare)","artistName":"exociety","albumName":"exp share (feat. rav, kill bill: the rapper, airospace, & scuare)","duration":370.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\nI find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\nI stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\nPut my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\nOn the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\nAs if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\nI don't like shit, but outside 'cause the sole of my feet\nSo I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\nI been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\nLike the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\n\nIn my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\nHard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\nHoe, I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\nMy eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\nBut son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\nYour girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n(Say what)\n\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\n\nCatch me deep in a spot\nMain-vein Missy gonna sleep in your clots\nI think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\nI get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\nI hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\nWhere they turn your dreams all crumb-sized\nIn the hive with the one mind, smoke a spliff to unwind\nJust for the one time, bomb-like swan time\n\nHardy Boy physics\nStay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly yo' business\nYou were marked, you no different, no better, new friends\nThat know better, new ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\nDig that whole industry, what does it matter?\nThrowed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\nStocking the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\nPlanned out my day to hear the universe say, \"nah, bro\" (like \"Nah, bro\")\n\nIs the beat dope 'til I rhyme on it? (Nah, bro)\n'Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)\nIf I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\nAnd I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\nFeel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n\nDon't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\nWe ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\nWishing the vision was easier than giving up when\nWords don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\nIt's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\nGet derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? 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Brap, brap, brap, brap, brap, brap!)\n  start_ms: 340520\n  end_ms: 342990\n- text: (EXO)\n  start_ms: 342990\n  end_ms: 344530\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 344530\nplain: |-\n  It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead\n  I find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead\n  I stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt\n  Put my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk\n  On the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much\n  As if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough\n  I don't like shit, but outside 'cause the sole of my feet\n  So I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat\n  I been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep\n  Like the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week\n\n  In my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street\n  Hard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep\n  Hoe, I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat\n  My eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek\n  But son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees\n  Your girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally\n  (Say what)\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n\n  Catch me deep in a spot\n  Main-vein Missy gonna sleep in your clots\n  I think it's funny how these jits tryna cheapen the stock\n  I get a sense that you don't feel these floors creak when you walk\n  I hear it, I'm from the city where the sun died\n  Where they turn your dreams all crumb-sized\n  In the hive with the one mind, smoke a spliff to unwind\n  Just for the one time, bomb-like swan time\n\n  Hardy Boy physics\n  Stay up out my shit, 'cause it is hardly yo' business\n  You were marked, you no different, no better, new friends\n  That know better, new ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\n  Dig that whole industry, what does it matter?\n  Throwed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\n  Stocking the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\n  Planned out my day to hear the universe say, \"nah, bro\" (like \"Nah, bro\")\n\n  Is the beat dope 'til I rhyme on it? (Nah, bro)\n  'Til I spend all my time on it? (Nah, bro)\n  If I'm being honest, it's 'til the moment's gone\n  And I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\n  Feel like I'm drownin' (yuh), I keep holding on (yuh)\n\n  Don't need companions man, we ain't living while we gone\n  We ain't living at all, just, keep gettin' stuck, keep\n  Wishing the vision was easier than giving up when\n  Words don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\n  It's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\n  Get derailed, like \"we failed\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\n  I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n  Spinnin' 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n\n  I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n  I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n  I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n  With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n\n  I guess I missed it, 'cause I don't ever listen\n  But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishin' for some intentions\n  That are inching off in the distance, don't mention loss in a sentence\n  Could tip the odds in an instant, and send me launching an endless\n  Attempt to offer solutions, but who should go on and do shit?\n  It's not me, I got delusions, I'm free, it's not the truth\n  That I see, I got some proof that I peaked\n  I've been dehumanizing\n  But I gotta do what I think\n  Will improve the mood of my dream\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel, homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  (Rav!)\n\n  You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n  Floatin' through space and time, on a carousel of emotions\n  I pointed to the stars, pursued a nexus, fear, and corpus\n  Why you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions?\n  My heart forbids pity, it's hard, but shit feelings\n  No doubt, rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\n  But I had to push through and just carve with grave sitting\n  And carve my own path, regardless of if it's pretty\n  Or not, matter of fact I still feel livid a lot\n\n  'Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\n  And not every hand I shake thereafter lives to unlock\n  Something better for me, no correcting error for me, they'll reward me\n  I burned my house down, and I'm terraformin'\n  I'm metamorphic, new decisions enter my orbit\n  Every morning, our time as friends, we never spent it poorly\n  We simply spent it, now it's something to remember only\n\n  I give regards to all my ominous friends\n  Maybe one day we will see our roads crossin' again\n  Sometimes I blame myself for all the prospects lost in the wind\n  I suck the oxygen out, I bring the toxic shit in\n  But I done broke up out the box with the pen and kept on pushin'\n  And it ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\n  I don't know, maybe you did, you just dipped and never said shit\n  Maybe that's what caused the rift, or the shift in my perception\n  I admit, I've no longer any interest in repairin' bridges\n  That's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n\n  There aren't enough hours in the day for mourning friendships\n  No repentance, that's why I now chose to ignore my mentions\n  It's been too long\n  You probably asking yourself, \"What'd I do wrong?\"\n  But the truth's always steeped in nuance\n  Our road hit a fork, it's best we move\n  On (brr! 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New friends that know better\nNew ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\nDig that hole in the street, what does it matter?\nThrowed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\nStock in the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\nPlanned out my day to hear the universe say, \"Nah bro.\"\n(Like nah bro)\n\nIs the beat dope till I rhyme on it? (Nah bro)\nTill I spend all my time on it? (Nah bro)\nIf I'm being honest, it's till the moment's gone\nAnd I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\nFeel like I'm drowning, I keep holding on\nDon't need companions man, we ain't living woebegone\nWe ain't living at all, just, keep getting stuck, keep\nWishing the vision was easier than giving up when\nWords don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\nIt's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\nGet derailed, like \"We failed.\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\nI'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\nSpinning 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\nI got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\nI got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\nI got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\nWith the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\nI guess I missed it, 'cos I don't ever listen\nBut it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishing for some intentions\nThat are inching off in the distance\nDon't mention Moss in a sentence\nCould tip the odds in an instant\nAnd send me launching an endless\nAttempt to offer solutions\nBut who should go on and do shit\nIt's not me, I got delusions, I'm free,\nIt's not the truth That I see\nI got some proof that I peaked\nI've been dehumanizing\nBut I gotta do what I think\nWill improve the mood of my dream\n\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\nF-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\nF-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\nF-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\nIt is what it is, not what it should be\n(RAAAVV!)\n\nYou and I were like the petals of a lotus\nFloating through space and time on a carousel of emotions\nI pointed to the stars, pursued an exospheric opus\nWhile you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions\nMy heart forbid pity\nYours harbored shit feelings\nNo doubt rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\nBut I had to push through in this cardboard grid city\nAnd carve my own path\nRegardless if it's pretty, or not\nMatter fact, I still feel livid a lot\nCause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\nAnd not every hand I shake thereafter lives\nTo unlock something better for me\nNor correct an error for me, then reward me\nI burned my house down, and now I'm terraforming\nI'm metamorphic\nNew decisions enter my orbit every morning\nOur time as friends?\nWe never spent it poorly\nWe simply spent it\nNow it's something to remember only\nI give regards to all my ominous friends\nMaybe one day we will see our roads crossing again\nSometimes I blame myself for all the prospects\nLost in the wind\nI suck the oxygen out\nI bring the toxic shit in\nBut I done broke up out the box with a pen, and kept on pushing\nIt ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\nI don't know\nMaybe you did\nYou just dipped and never said shit\nMaybe that's what caused the rift\nOr the shift in my perception\nI admit, I've no longer any interest in repairing bridges\nThat's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\nThere aren't enough hours in the day for mourning\nFriendships, nor repentance\nThat's why i now choose to ignore my mentions\nIt's been too long\nYou probably asking yourself, \"What I do wrong?\"\nBut the truth's always steeped in nuance\nOur road hit a fork, it's best we move on\n(EXO)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 'EXP Share (feat. 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New friends that know better\n  New ends to meet, fuck this whole industry\n  Dig that hole in the street, what does it matter?\n  Throwed off this blunt, I'm fucked up off this shatter\n  Stock in the bowl, I like it right with the tamago\n  Planned out my day to hear the universe say, \"Nah bro.\"\n  (Like nah bro)\n\n  Is the beat dope till I rhyme on it? (Nah bro)\n  Till I spend all my time on it? (Nah bro)\n  If I'm being honest, it's till the moment's gone\n  And I play it back, laugh what I just wrote it on\n  Feel like I'm drowning, I keep holding on\n  Don't need companions man, we ain't living woebegone\n  We ain't living at all, just, keep getting stuck, keep\n  Wishing the vision was easier than giving up when\n  Words don't cut no more, and thoughts don't come\n  It's easy to get lost and swerve into oncoming traffic\n  Get derailed, like \"We failed.\", but who's \"we\"? It's just me\n  I'm not living a real life, I've just been on vacation\n  Spinning 'round like it's real nice, I don't test shit, but patience\n  I got no legs to stand, I got enough sense to panic\n  I got hope and then abandon all, that's close enough to vanish\n  I got both a pile o' gold and enough shit to fill the planet\n  With the fruit of my labors, 'til it's fresh enough to can it, yuh\n  I guess I missed it, 'cos I don't ever listen\n  But it's not nuclear fission, I'm fishing for some intentions\n  That are inching off in the distance\n  Don't mention Moss in a sentence\n  Could tip the odds in an instant\n  And send me launching an endless\n  Attempt to offer solutions\n  But who should go on and do shit\n  It's not me, I got delusions, I'm free,\n  It's not the truth That I see\n  I got some proof that I peaked\n  I've been dehumanizing\n  But I gotta do what I think\n  Will improve the mood of my dream\n\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  F-Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be\n  F-Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something\n  F-Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be\n  It is what it is, not what it should be\n  (RAAAVV!)\n\n  You and I were like the petals of a lotus\n  Floating through space and time on a carousel of emotions\n  I pointed to the stars, pursued an exospheric opus\n  While you fell into a thought pattern of parasitic motions\n  My heart forbid pity\n  Yours harbored shit feelings\n  No doubt rooted in pain and awkward misgivings\n  But I had to push through in this cardboard grid city\n  And carve my own path\n  Regardless if it's pretty, or not\n  Matter fact, I still feel livid a lot\n  Cause not every step's a part of a deliberate plot\n  And not every hand I shake thereafter lives\n  To unlock something better for me\n  Nor correct an error for me, then reward me\n  I burned my house down, and now I'm terraforming\n  I'm metamorphic\n  New decisions enter my orbit every morning\n  Our time as friends?\n  We never spent it poorly\n  We simply spent it\n  Now it's something to remember only\n  I give regards to all my ominous friends\n  Maybe one day we will see our roads crossing again\n  Sometimes I blame myself for all the prospects\n  Lost in the wind\n  I suck the oxygen out\n  I bring the toxic shit in\n  But I done broke up out the box with a pen, and kept on pushing\n  It ain't my fault that you chose to never really ever do shit\n  I don't know\n  Maybe you did\n  You just dipped and never said shit\n  Maybe that's what caused the rift\n  Or the shift in my perception\n  I admit, I've no longer any interest in repairing bridges\n  That's why most of these days I'm celebrating independence\n  There aren't enough hours in the day for mourning\n  Friendships, nor repentance\n  That's why i now choose to ignore my mentions\n  It's been too long\n  You probably asking yourself, \"What I do wrong?\"\n  But the truth's always steeped in nuance\n  Our road hit a fork, it's best we move on\n  (EXO)\n"}]