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Know I keep the metal in my hand like wedding ring\nTen girls on my body, I'm feeling rich today\nTen girls on my body, my girl gon' crash out\nPut white in my city — it turned to Krakow\nMy girl still gets scared when I turn Snap Maps off in the trap house\nHe's lit, but I ain't clocking him\nAll amped up, stand up — Chris Rocking him\nPeckish 'til I'm dead, Rick Ross with it\nLunchtime, cop Sprite, gotta mix Wok with it\nLa- La- Lad, I'm riding with your bitch\nGot a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris\nFive racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist\nNever fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah\nLad, I'm riding with your bitch\nGot a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris\nFive racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist\nNever fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.36] Ay, Ay, EsDee\n[00:10.13] La- La- Lad, I'm riding with your bitch\n[00:11.92] Got a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris\n[00:14.24] Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist\n[00:16.70] Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah\n[00:20.30] Lad, I'm riding with your bitch\n[00:21.81] Got a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris\n[00:24.23] Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist\n[00:26.74] Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah\n[00:29.80] Night time, I'm creeping through the mansion\n[00:32.19] Black gems on me neck stay dancing\n[00:34.47] Birds hit me line, spawn kill, stop camping\n[00:36.75] Backstage pass 'cause I'm young and I'm handsome\n[00:39.40] Got long black hair like an emo\n[00:42.23] Drugs all white — albino\n[00:44.24] Rolling the Raws and I fill it with the green, bro\n[00:46.57] Ice on me neck stay cold, Sub-Zero\n[00:49.30] Members only, you won't make it on the guest list\n[00:51.69] Shout loud, make the crowd think I'm reckless\n[00:54.01] Chrome on me wrist, cheque pending for the necklace\n[00:56.60] Young Scouse kid, make it sound like I'm from Texas\n[00:59.57] Rocking like a star, Coke for breakfast\n[01:01.34] Cartier necklace, Kush — I'm obsessed with it\n[01:04.09] Outside, and we're posted with the members\n[01:06.39] Pack landed, telling R kid, \"Don't mess with it.\"\n[01:09.03] We got tons of different flavours, we love getting in\n[01:11.10] Came in the rave, popped pills, and I'm settling\n[01:13.76] Only eighteen, labels screaming, \"Gotta get him in.\"\n[01:16.29] Beef? Know I keep the metal in my hand like wedding ring\n[01:18.98] Ten girls on my body, I'm feeling rich today\n[01:21.20] Ten girls on my body, my girl gon' crash out\n[01:23.95] Put white in my city — it turned to Krakow\n[01:25.91] My girl still gets scared when I turn Snap Maps off in the trap house\n[01:29.22] He's lit, but I ain't clocking him\n[01:30.99] All amped up, stand up — Chris Rocking him\n[01:33.92] Peckish 'til I'm dead, Rick Ross with it\n[01:35.82] Lunchtime, cop Sprite, gotta mix Wok with it\n[01:38.60] La- La- Lad, I'm riding with your bitch\n[01:40.43] Got a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris\n[01:43.05] Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist\n[01:45.21] Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah\n[01:48.92] Lad, I'm riding with your bitch\n[01:50.33] Got a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris\n[01:52.76] Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist\n[01:55.33] Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah\n[01:58.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Mist\n artist: EsDeeKid\n album: EsDeeKid\n duration_ms: 131000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ay, Ay, EsDee\n start_ms: 7360\n end_ms: 10130\n- text: La- La- Lad, I'm riding with your bitch\n start_ms: 10130\n end_ms: 11920\n- text: Got a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris\n start_ms: 11920\n end_ms: 14240\n- text: Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist\n start_ms: 14240\n end_ms: 16700\n- text: Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah\n start_ms: 16700\n end_ms: 20300\n- text: Lad, I'm riding with your bitch\n start_ms: 20300\n end_ms: 21810\n- text: Got a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris\n start_ms: 21810\n end_ms: 24230\n- text: Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist\n start_ms: 24230\n end_ms: 26740\n- text: Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah\n start_ms: 26740\n end_ms: 29800\n- text: Night time, I'm creeping through the mansion\n start_ms: 29800\n end_ms: 32190\n- text: Black gems on me neck stay dancing\n start_ms: 32190\n end_ms: 34470\n- text: Birds hit me line, spawn kill, stop camping\n start_ms: 34470\n end_ms: 36750\n- text: Backstage pass 'cause I'm young and I'm handsome\n start_ms: 36750\n end_ms: 39400\n- text: Got long black hair like an emo\n start_ms: 39400\n end_ms: 42230\n- text: Drugs all white — albino\n start_ms: 42230\n end_ms: 44240\n- text: Rolling the Raws and I fill it with the green, bro\n start_ms: 44240\n end_ms: 46570\n- text: Ice on me neck stay cold, Sub-Zero\n start_ms: 46570\n end_ms: 49300\n- text: Members only, you won't make it on the guest list\n start_ms: 49300\n end_ms: 51690\n- text: Shout loud, make the crowd think I'm reckless\n start_ms: 51690\n end_ms: 54010\n- text: Chrome on me wrist, cheque pending for the necklace\n start_ms: 54010\n end_ms: 56600\n- text: Young Scouse kid, make it sound like I'm from Texas\n start_ms: 56600\n end_ms: 59570\n- text: Rocking like a star, Coke for breakfast\n start_ms: 59570\n end_ms: 61340\n- text: Cartier necklace, Kush — I'm obsessed with it\n start_ms: 61340\n end_ms: 64090\n- text: Outside, and we're posted with the members\n start_ms: 64090\n end_ms: 66390\n- text: Pack landed, telling R kid, \"Don't mess with it.\"\n start_ms: 66390\n end_ms: 69030\n- text: We got tons of different flavours, we love getting in\n start_ms: 69030\n end_ms: 71100\n- text: Came in the rave, popped pills, and I'm settling\n start_ms: 71100\n end_ms: 73760\n- text: Only eighteen, labels screaming, \"Gotta get him in.\"\n start_ms: 73760\n end_ms: 76290\n- text: Beef? 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Know I keep the metal in my hand like wedding ring\n Ten girls on my body, I'm feeling rich today\n Ten girls on my body, my girl gon' crash out\n Put white in my city — it turned to Krakow\n My girl still gets scared when I turn Snap Maps off in the trap house\n He's lit, but I ain't clocking him\n All amped up, stand up — Chris Rocking him\n Peckish 'til I'm dead, Rick Ross with it\n Lunchtime, cop Sprite, gotta mix Wok with it\n La- La- Lad, I'm riding with your bitch\n Got a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris\n Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist\n Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah\n Lad, I'm riding with your bitch\n Got a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris\n Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist\n Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah\n"},{"id":25920773,"name":"Mist","trackName":"Mist","artistName":"EsDeeKid","albumName":"EsDeeKid Videos","duration":131.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay, Ay, EsDee\nLa- La- Lad, I'm riding with your bitch\nGot a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris\nFive racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist\nNever fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah\nLad, I'm riding with your bitch\nGot a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris\nFive racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist\nNever fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah\nNight time, I'm creeping through the mansion\nBlack gems on me neck stay dancing\nBirds hit me line, spawn kill, stop camping\nBackstage pass 'cause I'm young and I'm handsome\nGot long black hair like an emo\nDrugs all white — albino\nRolling the Raws and I fill it with the green, bro\nIce on me neck stay cold, Sub-Zero\nMembers only, you won't make it on the guest list\nShout loud, make the crowd think I'm reckless\nChrome on me wrist, cheque pending for the necklace\nYoung Scouse kid, make it sound like I'm from Texas\nRocking like a star, Coke for breakfast\nCartier necklace, Kush — I'm obsessed with it\nOutside, and we're posted with the members\nPack landed, telling R kid, \"Don't mess with it.\"\nWe got tons of different flavours, we love getting in\nCame in the rave, popped pills, and I'm settling\nOnly eighteen, labels screaming, \"Gotta get him in.\"\nBeef? 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