[{"id":35224710,"name":"Grief","trackName":"Grief","artistName":"Earl Sweatshirt","albumName":"Grief","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Good grief, I been reaping what I sow\nNigga, I ain't been outside in a minute\nI been living what I wrote\nAnd all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas\nMomma taught me how to read 'em when I look\nMiss me at the precinct getting booked\nFishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks\nSay you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga\n\nI don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, nigga\nLike it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen\nChasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission\nStep into the shadows, we could talk addiction\nWhen it's harmful where you going and the part of you that know it\nDon't give a fuck, pardon me for going into details\n3-7-6 was a brothel\nWe had females come in every hour on the dot\nAnd the shit sound like a gavel when it knock\nFocus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts\nLately I've been panicking a lot\nFeelin' like I'm stranded in a mob\nScrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop\nNever getting out of hand, steady handling my job\nTime damaging my ties\nWho turn to get up? Get\nDude turned to dinner quick\nYou circus niggas, you turning into tricks\nI was making waves, you was surfing in 'em\nDealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas' shit\nCut the grass off the surface\nPray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent nigga shit\nBitch\n\nGood grief, I been reaping what I sow\nNigga, I ain't been outside in a minute\nI been living what I wrote\nAnd all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas\nMomma taught me how to read 'em when I look\nMiss me at the precinct getting booked\nFishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks\nSay you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga\n\nI'm fleeting thoughts on a leash\nFor the moment, high as fuck\nI been alone in my shit for the longest\nSnakes sliding in the street\nMama taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them\nPigs, riding in 'em\nI'm a target so it's hard to even eye me in 'em\nIf he ain't dying for me, then I ain't riding with him\nThere's no time for that\nMaking sure my man wallet's straight like a collar\nWhen you eyeing that\nThinking 'bout my grandmama, find a bottle\nI'mma wallow when I lie in that\nI just want my time and my mind intact\nWhen they both gone, you can't buy 'em back","syncedLyrics":"[00:26.55] Good grief, I been reaping what I sow\n[00:30.08] Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute\n[00:32.13] I been living what I wrote\n[00:34.87] And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas\n[00:37.85] Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look\n[00:40.89] Miss me at the precinct getting booked\n[00:43.42] Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks\n[00:46.16] Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga\n[00:48.57] I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, nigga\n[00:51.56] Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen\n[00:54.26] Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission\n[00:57.11] Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction\n[00:59.57] When it's harmful where you going and the part of you that know it\n[01:02.53] Don't give a fuck, pardon me for going into details\n[01:05.50] 3-7-6 was a brothel\n[01:07.28] We had females come in every hour on the dot\n[01:09.95] And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock\n[01:12.62] Focus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts\n[01:15.21] Lately I've been panicking a lot\n[01:17.25] Feelin' like I'm stranded in a mob\n[01:19.12] Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop\n[01:21.87] Never getting out of hand, steady handling my job\n[01:24.51] Time damaging my ties\n[01:26.47] Who turn to get up? Get\n[01:27.99] Dude turned to dinner quick\n[01:29.39] You circus niggas, you turning into tricks\n[01:32.27] I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em\n[01:34.40] Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas' shit\n[01:37.63] Cut the grass off the surface\n[01:39.52] Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent nigga shit\n[01:44.22] Bitch\n[01:52.89] Good grief, I been reaping what I sow\n[01:56.31] Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute\n[01:58.45] I been living what I wrote\n[02:01.15] And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas\n[02:03.85] Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look\n[02:07.16] Miss me at the precinct getting booked\n[02:09.59] Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks\n[02:12.33] Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga\n[02:14.83] I'm fleeting thoughts on a leash\n[02:18.34] For the moment, high as fuck\n[02:20.69] I been alone in my shit for the longest\n[02:26.13] Snakes sliding in the street\n[02:29.91] Mama taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them\n[02:35.33] Pigs, riding in 'em\n[02:38.13] I'm a target so it's hard to even eye me in 'em\n[02:43.19] If he ain't dying for me, then I ain't riding with him\n[02:48.68] There's no time for that\n[02:51.06] Making sure my man wallet's straight like a collar\n[02:55.80] When you eyeing that\n[02:58.24] Thinking 'bout my grandmama, find a bottle\n[03:02.57] I'mma wallow when I lie in that\n[03:08.36] I just want my time and my mind intact\n[03:13.25] When they both gone, you can't buy 'em back\n[03:23.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Grief\n artist: Earl Sweatshirt\n album: Grief\n duration_ms: 252000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Good grief, I been reaping what I sow\n start_ms: 26550\n end_ms: 30080\n- text: Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute\n start_ms: 30080\n end_ms: 32130\n- text: I been living what I wrote\n start_ms: 32130\n end_ms: 34870\n- text: And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas\n start_ms: 34870\n end_ms: 37850\n- text: Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look\n start_ms: 37850\n end_ms: 40890\n- text: Miss me at the precinct getting booked\n start_ms: 40890\n end_ms: 43420\n- text: Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks\n start_ms: 43420\n end_ms: 46160\n- text: Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga\n start_ms: 46160\n end_ms: 48570\n- text: I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, nigga\n start_ms: 48570\n end_ms: 51560\n- text: Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen\n start_ms: 51560\n end_ms: 54260\n- text: Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission\n start_ms: 54260\n end_ms: 57110\n- text: Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction\n start_ms: 57110\n end_ms: 59570\n- text: When it's harmful where you going and the part of you that know it\n start_ms: 59570\n end_ms: 62530\n- text: Don't give a fuck, pardon me for going into details\n start_ms: 62530\n end_ms: 65500\n- text: 3-7-6 was a brothel\n start_ms: 65500\n end_ms: 67280\n- text: We had females come in every hour on the dot\n start_ms: 67280\n end_ms: 69950\n- text: And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock\n start_ms: 69950\n end_ms: 72620\n- text: Focus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts\n start_ms: 72620\n end_ms: 75210\n- text: Lately I've been panicking a lot\n start_ms: 75210\n end_ms: 77250\n- text: Feelin' like I'm stranded in a mob\n start_ms: 77250\n end_ms: 79120\n- text: Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop\n start_ms: 79120\n end_ms: 81870\n- text: Never getting out of hand, steady handling my job\n start_ms: 81870\n end_ms: 84510\n- text: Time damaging my ties\n start_ms: 84510\n end_ms: 86470\n- text: Who turn to get up? 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