[{"id":17093989,"name":"Strangers","trackName":"Strangers","artistName":"Evidence","albumName":"Cats & Dogs (Instrumental Version)","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If it's one thing I've learned that I've written down on paper\nIt's never leave some weed on the table with a stranger\nShit, I could barely even trust my friends\nMaybe with my lady, not trees of the mends\n\nI mean really why even should I try and test it socially\nCatch them in the act and end up having to approach them\nEntertain the story while it's testing on my patience\nWhy the fuck you think I spent this money on some?\n\nWhile I'm on the other side of earth without assistance\nHitchin' in the night sayin' Evy goes the distance\nAt home the same shit is goin' on, I don't miss it\nIt's a nice place to live but I wouldn't wanna visit\n\nNever steppin' out the car or on the stage without a purpose\nGhost-ride the whip like I'm ghost writing verses\nAfraid to come and go so I take fame in little doses\nDirector of these photos so the aim remains focused\nHold still right there, hold still\n\nI ain't holier than though or tryin' to even act superior\nHalf the shit I rap about I'm speaking from experience\nI'm livin' at the beach, about as west as the earth goes\nPeople get deceived, seein' gangsters dressed in surf clothes\n\nFrom? Where they birthin' those flows to set the world off\nOn a wet park bench drinkin' OJ and Smirnoff\nI seen it through my own three and speak it how I heard it\nNever tell it how it wasn't [unverified] that murder\n\nI been tourin' constantly so there's wear and tear value\nThat merits all the lows to terrace highs and travel\nDocument this madness 'till the day I come unraveled\nAnd retreat to the Matterhorn, baskin' in the castle\n\nOn some Dennis Leary asshole, fuck you pay me shit\nI've come too far to get jacked and [unverified]\nSo right about now I think it's 'bout that time\nThat I'ma let Rev kill while I chill on the rhyme\nWhat the fuck\n\nI ain't speakin' on my businesses in public when concerning deals\nSteppin' on stage like it's light bulbs or turning wheels\nIn spite a couple nights of a thousand I didn't kill\nI still kept it peelin' out and steppin' up for Reverend Real\n\nMessages across the board are still remaining pinned up\nThe opposite of dilated eyes that I begin with, nothin' is original\nEven under cloudy days sun is still shining\nJust rerouted and out of phase\nLately when I walk I've been trying to hold my posture straight\n\nHold my chin up then feel the love from across the way\nCalifornia love from Diego to across the bay\nAll across the map to every single solitary state\nAll across the baggage claim, all across the gate\n\nSome callin' it 'fraid how I'm carrying weight\nSome callin' it fate while some others remain torn\nSome callin' it rain 'cause that's when I brainstorm","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Strangers\n  artist: Evidence\n  album: Cats & Dogs (Instrumental Version)\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  If it's one thing I've learned that I've written down on paper\n  It's never leave some weed on the table with a stranger\n  Shit, I could barely even trust my friends\n  Maybe with my lady, not trees of the mends\n\n  I mean really why even should I try and test it socially\n  Catch them in the act and end up having to approach them\n  Entertain the story while it's testing on my patience\n  Why the fuck you think I spent this money on some?\n\n  While I'm on the other side of earth without assistance\n  Hitchin' in the night sayin' Evy goes the distance\n  At home the same shit is goin' on, I don't miss it\n  It's a nice place to live but I wouldn't wanna visit\n\n  Never steppin' out the car or on the stage without a purpose\n  Ghost-ride the whip like I'm ghost writing verses\n  Afraid to come and go so I take fame in little doses\n  Director of these photos so the aim remains focused\n  Hold still right there, hold still\n\n  I ain't holier than though or tryin' to even act superior\n  Half the shit I rap about I'm speaking from experience\n  I'm livin' at the beach, about as west as the earth goes\n  People get deceived, seein' gangsters dressed in surf clothes\n\n  From? Where they birthin' those flows to set the world off\n  On a wet park bench drinkin' OJ and Smirnoff\n  I seen it through my own three and speak it how I heard it\n  Never tell it how it wasn't [unverified] that murder\n\n  I been tourin' constantly so there's wear and tear value\n  That merits all the lows to terrace highs and travel\n  Document this madness 'till the day I come unraveled\n  And retreat to the Matterhorn, baskin' in the castle\n\n  On some Dennis Leary asshole, fuck you pay me shit\n  I've come too far to get jacked and [unverified]\n  So right about now I think it's 'bout that time\n  That I'ma let Rev kill while I chill on the rhyme\n  What the fuck\n\n  I ain't speakin' on my businesses in public when concerning deals\n  Steppin' on stage like it's light bulbs or turning wheels\n  In spite a couple nights of a thousand I didn't kill\n  I still kept it peelin' out and steppin' up for Reverend Real\n\n  Messages across the board are still remaining pinned up\n  The opposite of dilated eyes that I begin with, nothin' is original\n  Even under cloudy days sun is still shining\n  Just rerouted and out of phase\n  Lately when I walk I've been trying to hold my posture straight\n\n  Hold my chin up then feel the love from across the way\n  California love from Diego to across the bay\n  All across the map to every single solitary state\n  All across the baggage claim, all across the gate\n\n  Some callin' it 'fraid how I'm carrying weight\n  Some callin' it fate while some others remain torn\n  Some callin' it rain 'cause that's when I brainstorm\n"}]