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All that aiming and miss\n  Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\n  You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n  I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n  Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n  What's up? 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All that aiming and miss\nHey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\nYou know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\nI'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\nPack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\nWhat's up? 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All that aiming and miss\n[00:48.38] Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n[00:55.28] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:01.50] We could do this shit all night\n[01:04.43] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:09.27] You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n[01:12.36] I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n[01:16.06] Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n[01:18.21] What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\n[01:20.44] I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\n[01:24.62] Like, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n[01:27.67] If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\n[01:30.81] The rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\n[01:33.65] Them teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\n[01:37.18] Snapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\n[01:40.13] High and polite because po-lice is in back of us\n[01:43.19] And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\n[01:46.05] Stretching out the 15 I had initially\n[01:49.36] Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n[01:53.41] We could do this shit all night\n[01:56.18] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:02.57] We could do this shit all night\n[02:05.39] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:07.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Molasses (Instrumental)\n  artist: Earl Sweatshirt\n  album: Doris & Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 136000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Search inside my purse to buy something worthless\n  start_ms: 40\n  end_ms: 2560\n- text: 99 problems all gone in that one joint\n  start_ms: 2560\n  end_ms: 5520\n- text: And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint\n  start_ms: 5520\n  end_ms: 8820\n- text: I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster\n  start_ms: 8820\n  end_ms: 11230\n- text: With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda\n  start_ms: 11230\n  end_ms: 14710\n- text: Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera\n  start_ms: 14710\n  end_ms: 17770\n- text: And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run\n  start_ms: 17770\n  end_ms: 20820\n- text: The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out\n  start_ms: 20820\n  end_ms: 24030\n- text: Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out\n  start_ms: 24030\n  end_ms: 27330\n- text: Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger\n  start_ms: 27330\n  end_ms: 29680\n- text: I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do\n  start_ms: 29680\n  end_ms: 33150\n- text: Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet\n  start_ms: 33150\n  end_ms: 35990\n- text: The label don't like me but they pay me a grip\n  start_ms: 35990\n  end_ms: 38640\n- text: And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists\n  start_ms: 38640\n  end_ms: 41590\n- text: Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like\n  start_ms: 41590\n  end_ms: 45470\n- text: What the fuck you saying? 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All that aiming and miss\n  Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\n  You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n  I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n  Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n  What's up? 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All that aiming and miss\nHey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\nYou know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\nI'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\nPack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\nWhat's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\nI'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\nLike, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n\nIf them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\nThe rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\nThem teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\nSnapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\nHigh and polite because po-lice is in back of us\nAnd write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\nStretching out the 15 I had initially\nIcky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] Search inside my purse to buy something worthless\n[00:02.56] 99 problems all gone in that one joint\n[00:05.52] And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint\n[00:08.82] I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster\n[00:11.23] With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda\n[00:14.71] Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera\n[00:17.77] And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run\n[00:20.82] The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out\n[00:24.03] Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out\n[00:27.33] Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger\n[00:29.68] I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do\n[00:33.15] Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet\n[00:35.99] The label don't like me but they pay me a grip\n[00:38.64] And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists\n[00:41.59] Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like\n[00:45.47] What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss\n[00:48.38] Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n[00:55.28] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:01.50] We could do this shit all night\n[01:04.43] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:09.27] You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n[01:12.36] I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n[01:16.06] Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n[01:18.21] What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\n[01:20.44] I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\n[01:24.62] Like, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n[01:27.67] If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\n[01:30.81] The rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\n[01:33.65] Them teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\n[01:37.18] Snapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\n[01:40.13] High and polite because po-lice is in back of us\n[01:43.19] And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\n[01:46.05] Stretching out the 15 I had initially\n[01:49.36] Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n[01:53.41] We could do this shit all night\n[01:56.18] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:02.57] We could do this shit all night\n[02:05.39] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:07.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Molasses (Instrumental)\n  artist: Earl Sweatshirt\n  album: Doris\n  duration_ms: 137000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Search inside my purse to buy something worthless\n  start_ms: 40\n  end_ms: 2560\n- text: 99 problems all gone in that one joint\n  start_ms: 2560\n  end_ms: 5520\n- text: And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint\n  start_ms: 5520\n  end_ms: 8820\n- text: I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster\n  start_ms: 8820\n  end_ms: 11230\n- text: With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda\n  start_ms: 11230\n  end_ms: 14710\n- text: Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera\n  start_ms: 14710\n  end_ms: 17770\n- text: And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run\n  start_ms: 17770\n  end_ms: 20820\n- text: The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out\n  start_ms: 20820\n  end_ms: 24030\n- text: Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out\n  start_ms: 24030\n  end_ms: 27330\n- text: Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger\n  start_ms: 27330\n  end_ms: 29680\n- text: I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do\n  start_ms: 29680\n  end_ms: 33150\n- text: Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet\n  start_ms: 33150\n  end_ms: 35990\n- text: The label don't like me but they pay me a grip\n  start_ms: 35990\n  end_ms: 38640\n- text: And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists\n  start_ms: 38640\n  end_ms: 41590\n- text: Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like\n  start_ms: 41590\n  end_ms: 45470\n- text: What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss\n  start_ms: 45470\n  end_ms: 48380\n- text: Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n  start_ms: 48380\n  end_ms: 55280\n- text: I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  start_ms: 55280\n  end_ms: 61500\n- text: We could do this shit all night\n  start_ms: 61500\n  end_ms: 64430\n- text: I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  start_ms: 64430\n  end_ms: 69270\n- text: You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n  start_ms: 69270\n  end_ms: 72360\n- text: I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n  start_ms: 72360\n  end_ms: 76060\n- text: Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n  start_ms: 76060\n  end_ms: 78210\n- text: What's up? 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All that aiming and miss\n  Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\n  You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n  I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n  Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n  What's up? 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All that aiming and miss\nHey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\nYou know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\nI'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\nPack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\nWhat's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\nI'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\nLike, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n\nIf them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\nThe rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\nThem teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\nSnapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\nHigh and polite because po-lice is in back of us\nAnd write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\nStretching out the 15 I had initially\nIcky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] Search inside my purse to buy something worthless\n[00:02.56] 99 problems all gone in that one joint\n[00:05.52] And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint\n[00:08.82] I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster\n[00:11.23] With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda\n[00:14.71] Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera\n[00:17.77] And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run\n[00:20.82] The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out\n[00:24.03] Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out\n[00:27.33] Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger\n[00:29.68] I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do\n[00:33.15] Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet\n[00:35.99] The label don't like me but they pay me a grip\n[00:38.64] And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists\n[00:41.59] Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like\n[00:45.47] What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss\n[00:48.38] Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n[00:55.28] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:01.50] We could do this shit all night\n[01:04.43] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:09.27] You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n[01:12.36] I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n[01:16.06] Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n[01:18.21] What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\n[01:20.44] I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\n[01:24.62] Like, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n[01:27.67] If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\n[01:30.81] The rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\n[01:33.65] Them teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\n[01:37.18] Snapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\n[01:40.13] High and polite because po-lice is in back of us\n[01:43.19] And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\n[01:46.05] Stretching out the 15 I had initially\n[01:49.36] Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n[01:53.41] We could do this shit all night\n[01:56.18] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:02.57] We could do this shit all night\n[02:05.39] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:07.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Molasses (Instrumental)\n  artist: Earl Sweatshirt\n  album: Doris\n  duration_ms: 134064\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Search inside my purse to buy something worthless\n  start_ms: 40\n  end_ms: 2560\n- text: 99 problems all gone in that one joint\n  start_ms: 2560\n  end_ms: 5520\n- text: And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint\n  start_ms: 5520\n  end_ms: 8820\n- text: I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster\n  start_ms: 8820\n  end_ms: 11230\n- text: With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda\n  start_ms: 11230\n  end_ms: 14710\n- text: Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera\n  start_ms: 14710\n  end_ms: 17770\n- text: And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run\n  start_ms: 17770\n  end_ms: 20820\n- text: The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out\n  start_ms: 20820\n  end_ms: 24030\n- text: Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out\n  start_ms: 24030\n  end_ms: 27330\n- text: Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger\n  start_ms: 27330\n  end_ms: 29680\n- text: I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do\n  start_ms: 29680\n  end_ms: 33150\n- text: Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet\n  start_ms: 33150\n  end_ms: 35990\n- text: The label don't like me but they pay me a grip\n  start_ms: 35990\n  end_ms: 38640\n- text: And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists\n  start_ms: 38640\n  end_ms: 41590\n- text: Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like\n  start_ms: 41590\n  end_ms: 45470\n- text: What the fuck you saying? 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All that aiming and miss\n  Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\n  You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n  I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n  Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n  What's up? 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All that aiming and miss\nHey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\nYou know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\nI'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\nPack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\nWhat's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\nI'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\nLike, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n\nIf them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\nThe rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\nThem teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\nSnapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\nHigh and polite because po-lice is in back of us\nAnd write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\nStretching out the 15 I had initially\nIcky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] Search inside my purse to buy something worthless\n[00:02.56] 99 problems all gone in that one joint\n[00:05.52] And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint\n[00:08.82] I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster\n[00:11.23] With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda\n[00:14.71] Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera\n[00:17.77] And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run\n[00:20.82] The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out\n[00:24.03] Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out\n[00:27.33] Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger\n[00:29.68] I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do\n[00:33.15] Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet\n[00:35.99] The label don't like me but they pay me a grip\n[00:38.64] And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists\n[00:41.59] Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like\n[00:45.47] What the fuck you saying? 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All that aiming and miss\nHey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\nYou know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\nI'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\nPack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\nWhat's up? 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All that aiming and miss\n  Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\n  You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n  I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n  Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n  What's up? 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All that aiming and miss\nHey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\nYou know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\nI'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\nPack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\nWhat's up? 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Fuck nigga, what's up?\n[01:20.44] I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\n[01:24.62] Like, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n[01:27.67] If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\n[01:30.81] The rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\n[01:33.65] Them teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\n[01:37.18] Snapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\n[01:40.13] High and polite because po-lice is in back of us\n[01:43.19] And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\n[01:46.05] Stretching out the 15 I had initially\n[01:49.36] Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n[01:53.41] We could do this shit all night\n[01:56.18] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:02.57] We could do this shit all night\n[02:05.39] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:07.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Molasses (feat. 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All that aiming and miss\n  Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\n  You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n  I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n  Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n  What's up? 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All that aiming and miss\nHey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\nYou know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\nI'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\nPack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\nWhat's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\nI'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\nLike, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n\nIf them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\nThe rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\nThem teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\nSnapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\nHigh and polite because po-lice is in back of us\nAnd write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\nStretching out the 15 I had initially\nIcky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] Search inside my purse to buy something worthless\n[00:02.56] 99 problems all gone in that one joint\n[00:05.52] And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint\n[00:08.82] I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster\n[00:11.23] With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda\n[00:14.71] Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera\n[00:17.77] And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run\n[00:20.82] The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out\n[00:24.03] Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out\n[00:27.33] Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger\n[00:29.68] I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do\n[00:33.15] Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet\n[00:35.99] The label don't like me but they pay me a grip\n[00:38.64] And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists\n[00:41.59] Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like\n[00:45.47] What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss\n[00:48.38] Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n[00:55.28] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:01.50] We could do this shit all night\n[01:04.43] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:09.27] You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n[01:12.36] I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n[01:16.06] Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n[01:18.21] What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\n[01:20.44] I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\n[01:24.62] Like, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n[01:27.67] If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\n[01:30.81] The rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\n[01:33.65] Them teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\n[01:37.18] Snapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\n[01:40.13] High and polite because po-lice is in back of us\n[01:43.19] And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\n[01:46.05] Stretching out the 15 I had initially\n[01:49.36] Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n[01:53.41] We could do this shit all night\n[01:56.18] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:02.57] We could do this shit all night\n[02:05.39] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:07.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Molasses (feat․ RZA)\n  artist: Earl Sweatshirt\n  album: Doris\n  duration_ms: 136440\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Search inside my purse to buy something worthless\n  start_ms: 40\n  end_ms: 2560\n- text: 99 problems all gone in that one joint\n  start_ms: 2560\n  end_ms: 5520\n- text: And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint\n  start_ms: 5520\n  end_ms: 8820\n- text: I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster\n  start_ms: 8820\n  end_ms: 11230\n- text: With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda\n  start_ms: 11230\n  end_ms: 14710\n- text: Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera\n  start_ms: 14710\n  end_ms: 17770\n- text: And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run\n  start_ms: 17770\n  end_ms: 20820\n- text: The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out\n  start_ms: 20820\n  end_ms: 24030\n- text: Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out\n  start_ms: 24030\n  end_ms: 27330\n- text: Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger\n  start_ms: 27330\n  end_ms: 29680\n- text: I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do\n  start_ms: 29680\n  end_ms: 33150\n- text: Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet\n  start_ms: 33150\n  end_ms: 35990\n- text: The label don't like me but they pay me a grip\n  start_ms: 35990\n  end_ms: 38640\n- text: And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists\n  start_ms: 38640\n  end_ms: 41590\n- text: Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like\n  start_ms: 41590\n  end_ms: 45470\n- text: What the fuck you saying? 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All that aiming and miss\n  Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\n  You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n  I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n  Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n  What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\n  I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\n  Like, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n\n  If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\n  The rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\n  Them teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\n  Snapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\n  High and polite because po-lice is in back of us\n  And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\n  Stretching out the 15 I had initially\n  Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n"},{"id":23795115,"name":"Molasses (Explicit Version)","trackName":"Molasses (Explicit Version)","artistName":"Earl Sweatshirt","albumName":"Doris","duration":136.489796,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Search inside my purse to buy something worthless\n\n99 problems all gone in that one joint\nAnd the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint\nI'm a bubble in the belly of the monster\nWith a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda\nRagged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera\nAnd I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run\nThe bags packed, roadside with the thumb out\nToe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out\n\nNomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger\nI'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do\nKnife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet\nThe label don't like me but they pay me a grip\nAnd you see how his day going by the state of his wrists\nY'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like\nWhat the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss\nHey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\nYou know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\nI'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\nPack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\nWhat's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\nI'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\nLike, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n\nIf them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\nThe rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\nThem teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\nSnapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\nHigh and polite because po-lice is in back of us\nAnd write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\nStretching out the 15 I had initially\nIcky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] Search inside my purse to buy something worthless\n[00:02.53] 99 problems all gone in that one joint\n[00:05.59] And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint\n[00:08.89] I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster\n[00:11.29] With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda\n[00:14.76] Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera\n[00:17.76] And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run\n[00:20.83] The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out\n[00:24.04] Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out\n[00:27.34] Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger\n[00:29.62] I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do\n[00:33.17] Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet\n[00:35.98] The label don't like me but they pay me a grip\n[00:38.60] And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists\n[00:41.54] Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like\n[00:45.40] What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss\n[00:48.37] Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n[00:52.66] \n[00:55.26] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[00:58.75] \n[01:01.57] We could do this shit all night\n[01:04.47] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:09.23] You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n[01:12.30] I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n[01:16.03] Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n[01:18.20] What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\n[01:20.42] I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\n[01:24.63] Like, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n[01:27.64] If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\n[01:30.84] The rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\n[01:33.61] Them teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\n[01:37.16] Snapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\n[01:40.18] High and polite because po-lice is in back of us\n[01:43.16] And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\n[01:46.09] Stretching out the 15 I had initially\n[01:49.37] Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n[01:53.45] We could do this shit all night\n[01:56.18] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:59.60] \n[02:02.54] We could do this shit all night\n[02:05.32] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:06.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Molasses (Explicit Version)\n  artist: Earl Sweatshirt\n  album: Doris\n  duration_ms: 136490\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Search inside my purse to buy something worthless\n  start_ms: 40\n  end_ms: 2530\n- text: 99 problems all gone in that one joint\n  start_ms: 2530\n  end_ms: 5590\n- text: And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint\n  start_ms: 5590\n  end_ms: 8890\n- text: I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster\n  start_ms: 8890\n  end_ms: 11290\n- text: With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda\n  start_ms: 11290\n  end_ms: 14760\n- text: Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera\n  start_ms: 14760\n  end_ms: 17760\n- text: And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run\n  start_ms: 17760\n  end_ms: 20830\n- text: The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out\n  start_ms: 20830\n  end_ms: 24040\n- text: Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out\n  start_ms: 24040\n  end_ms: 27340\n- text: Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger\n  start_ms: 27340\n  end_ms: 29620\n- text: I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do\n  start_ms: 29620\n  end_ms: 33170\n- text: Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet\n  start_ms: 33170\n  end_ms: 35980\n- text: The label don't like me but they pay me a grip\n  start_ms: 35980\n  end_ms: 38600\n- text: And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists\n  start_ms: 38600\n  end_ms: 41540\n- text: Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like\n  start_ms: 41540\n  end_ms: 45400\n- text: What the fuck you saying? 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All that aiming and miss\n  Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\n  You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n  I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n  Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n  What's up? 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All that aiming and miss\nHey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\nYou know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\nI'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\nPack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\nWhat's up? 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All that aiming and miss\n[00:48.38] Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n[00:55.28] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:01.50] We could do this shit all night\n[01:04.43] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:09.27] You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n[01:12.36] I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n[01:16.06] Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n[01:18.21] What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\n[01:20.44] I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\n[01:24.62] Like, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n[01:27.67] If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\n[01:30.81] The rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\n[01:33.65] Them teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\n[01:37.18] Snapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\n[01:40.13] High and polite because po-lice is in back of us\n[01:43.19] And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\n[01:46.05] Stretching out the 15 I had initially\n[01:49.36] Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n[01:53.41] We could do this shit all night\n[01:56.18] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:02.57] We could do this shit all night\n[02:05.39] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:07.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Molasses feat. 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All that aiming and miss\n  Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\n  You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n  I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n  Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n  What's up? 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All that aiming and miss\nHey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\nYou know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\nI'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\nPack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\nWhat's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\nI'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\nLike, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n\nIf them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\nThe rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\nThem teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\nSnapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\nHigh and polite because po-lice is in back of us\nAnd write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\nStretching out the 15 I had initially\nIcky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] Search inside my purse to buy something worthless\n[00:02.54] 99 problems all gone in that one joint\n[00:05.51] And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint\n[00:08.84] I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster\n[00:11.28] With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda\n[00:14.70] Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera\n[00:17.78] And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run\n[00:20.88] The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out\n[00:24.05] Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out\n[00:27.34] Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger\n[00:29.69] I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do\n[00:33.14] Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet\n[00:35.92] The label don't like me but they pay me a grip\n[00:38.69] And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists\n[00:41.55] Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like\n[00:45.42] What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss\n[00:48.32] Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n[00:55.24] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:01.58] We could do this shit all night\n[01:04.44] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:09.28] You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n[01:12.34] I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n[01:16.04] Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n[01:18.29] What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\n[01:20.49] I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\n[01:24.65] Like, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n[01:27.64] If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\n[01:30.81] The rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\n[01:33.63] Them teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\n[01:37.16] Snapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\n[01:40.15] High and polite because po-lice is in back of us\n[01:43.15] And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\n[01:46.00] Stretching out the 15 I had initially\n[01:49.36] Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n[01:53.40] We could do this shit all night\n[01:56.19] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:02.56] We could do this shit all night\n[02:05.38] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:06.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Molasses (mukana RZA)\n  artist: Earl Sweatshirt\n  album: Doris\n  duration_ms: 136000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Search inside my purse to buy something worthless\n  start_ms: 20\n  end_ms: 2540\n- text: 99 problems all gone in that one joint\n  start_ms: 2540\n  end_ms: 5510\n- text: And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint\n  start_ms: 5510\n  end_ms: 8840\n- text: I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster\n  start_ms: 8840\n  end_ms: 11280\n- text: With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda\n  start_ms: 11280\n  end_ms: 14700\n- text: Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera\n  start_ms: 14700\n  end_ms: 17780\n- text: And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run\n  start_ms: 17780\n  end_ms: 20880\n- text: The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out\n  start_ms: 20880\n  end_ms: 24050\n- text: Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out\n  start_ms: 24050\n  end_ms: 27340\n- text: Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger\n  start_ms: 27340\n  end_ms: 29690\n- text: I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do\n  start_ms: 29690\n  end_ms: 33140\n- text: Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet\n  start_ms: 33140\n  end_ms: 35920\n- text: The label don't like me but they pay me a grip\n  start_ms: 35920\n  end_ms: 38690\n- text: And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists\n  start_ms: 38690\n  end_ms: 41550\n- text: Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like\n  start_ms: 41550\n  end_ms: 45420\n- text: What the fuck you saying? 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All that aiming and miss\n  Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\n  You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n  I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n  Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n  What's up? 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All that aiming and miss\nHey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\nYou know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\nI'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\nPack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\nWhat's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?\nI'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\nLike, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n\nIf them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\nThe rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\nThem teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\nSnapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\nHigh and polite because po-lice is in back of us\nAnd write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\nStretching out the 15 I had initially\nIcky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04]Search inside my purse to buy something worthless\n[00:02.56]99 problems all gone in that one joint\n[00:05.52]And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint\n[00:08.82]I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster\n[00:11.23]With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda\n[00:14.71]Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera\n[00:17.77]And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run\n[00:20.82]The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out\n[00:24.03]Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out\n[00:27.33]Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger\n[00:29.68]I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do\n[00:33.15]Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet\n[00:35.99]The label don't like me but they pay me a grip\n[00:38.64]And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists\n[00:41.59]Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like\n[00:45.47]What the fuck you saying? 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All that aiming and miss\n  Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\n  You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n  I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n  Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n  What's up? 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All that aiming and miss\nHey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\nWe could do this shit all night\nI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\nYou know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\nI'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\nPack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\nWhat's up? 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All that aiming and miss\n  Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\n  You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n  I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n  Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n  What's up? 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Fuck nigga, what's up?\n[01:20.42] I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, \"Saddle up!\"\n[01:24.63] Like, \"Fuck is beef?\" Get your cattle cut, pansy\n[01:27.64] If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?\n[01:30.84] The rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor\n[01:33.61] Them teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us\n[01:37.16] Snapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh\n[01:40.18] High and polite because po-lice is in back of us\n[01:43.16] And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with\n[01:46.09] Stretching out the 15 I had initially\n[01:49.37] Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep\n[01:53.45] We could do this shit all night\n[01:56.18] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[01:59.60] \n[02:02.54] We could do this shit all night\n[02:05.32] I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n[02:06.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Molasses (feat. 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All that aiming and miss\n  Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga\n\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n  We could do this shit all night\n  I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch\n\n  You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly\n  I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks\n  Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly\n  What's up? 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