[{"id":11813441,"name":"To Be Determined","trackName":"To Be Determined","artistName":"Evidence","albumName":"The Layover","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where I’m from\nThey say the sun shine all the time\nI keep seeing rain… yeah\nUh, squeezing blood from a rock\nMaking something out nothing\nThat’s something I got\nThat’s one thing I had\nWhile the others didn’t get it\nThey was chasin' the world\nI brought it right to my block\nBrought it back with the oath\nStay reppin my coast\nPoof, I was blowin the spot\nWithout knowin or not\nNot knowing a thing, trying to prove to most\nMade it open my lane, I found my slot\nThey went right, E-V went left\nSo Common, one day it’ll all make sense\nSoundbombin’ no way we’ll all make ends\nSurvival of the fit, a few win, but most quit\nOr fend for themselves so\nHere’s to good health\nHere’s to drama, two up and one of ‘em fell\n\"Hear, hear\" to that, this is for my LA Cats\nAnd Dogs who never left to the world, We back\nC’mon sometimes I ask myself\n\"Why would I need anyone else?\"\n(To Be Determined)\nTo make it through this life\nWhen everyday’s a brand new fight\nI had struggles in every single muscle\nAlways on the hustle (and I know)\nAnd I know I can’t make it, on my own\nHad visions of being caked up\nOn the island while the weather’s freezing\nWhether he's in the French Caribbean\nSwimming with amphibians\nOr in Hawaii blowing Maui Wowie, life is good\nI dodge bullet grazes\nSlash the nights that coulda\nEnded my existence\nFor instance, through the persistence\nThe distance we from a number of statistics\nOnce a lot smaller looking\nUp to Shot-callers, not ballers\nThey never grew up, just got taller\nTrying to find freedom in a trap\nHungry for success they eat up\nThere’s food for thought I feed ‘em in a wRap\nI’m taking trips to France\nMake it rain where the strippers dance, dance\nSip in hand, grippin my money clips in hands\nIt was hell\nI thought I saw demons hiding in lost souls\nStraight out the evil books inside\nOf my far scrolls\nThey say you should toss goals\nThrow away your dreams\nThat nothing go the way it seems\nIt’s done or you feelin unsure\nBut that’s what this one’s for\nSometimes I ask myself\n\"Why would I need anyone else?\"\n(To Be Determined)\nTo make it through this life\nWhen everyday’s a brand new fight\nI had struggles in every single muscle\nAlways on the hustle (and I know)\nAnd I know I can’t make it, on my own\nPush as hard as you want\nAgainst the wall bro push the wrong dude\nThey be looking for you like Waldo\nTimes was harder than before\nWhen it was fun and games\nWhen we was just spittin rhymes\nTrying to get a bigger name\nNow car notes involved and\nBills require grindin’\nWho’d ever thought that Aloe Blacc\nGet back to rhymin’\nStreet philosophers could theorize\n\"it’s all timin’\" economist would say\n\"It’s kinda rough to find a diamond\"\nAnd all the simple lining in\nThe clouds couldn’t change\nThe simple fact that it pours when it rains\nAll more of the same\nAnd my score in the game, let it reflect\nThat I earn every little bit of respect I get\nOh, it’s time, get up off the wall\nCross that line\nMy momma told me that every flower\nMeeds rain shower like it need sunshine\nI know I can make it, you\nKnow you can make it, we can make it\nIf you get on yo grind\nRain keeps fallin' down… music by ALC","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: To Be Determined\n  artist: Evidence\n  album: The Layover\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where I’m from\n  They say the sun shine all the time\n  I keep seeing rain… yeah\n  Uh, squeezing blood from a rock\n  Making something out nothing\n  That’s something I got\n  That’s one thing I had\n  While the others didn’t get it\n  They was chasin' the world\n  I brought it right to my block\n  Brought it back with the oath\n  Stay reppin my coast\n  Poof, I was blowin the spot\n  Without knowin or not\n  Not knowing a thing, trying to prove to most\n  Made it open my lane, I found my slot\n  They went right, E-V went left\n  So Common, one day it’ll all make sense\n  Soundbombin’ no way we’ll all make ends\n  Survival of the fit, a few win, but most quit\n  Or fend for themselves so\n  Here’s to good health\n  Here’s to drama, two up and one of ‘em fell\n  \"Hear, hear\" to that, this is for my LA Cats\n  And Dogs who never left to the world, We back\n  C’mon sometimes I ask myself\n  \"Why would I need anyone else?\"\n  (To Be Determined)\n  To make it through this life\n  When everyday’s a brand new fight\n  I had struggles in every single muscle\n  Always on the hustle (and I know)\n  And I know I can’t make it, on my own\n  Had visions of being caked up\n  On the island while the weather’s freezing\n  Whether he's in the French Caribbean\n  Swimming with amphibians\n  Or in Hawaii blowing Maui Wowie, life is good\n  I dodge bullet grazes\n  Slash the nights that coulda\n  Ended my existence\n  For instance, through the persistence\n  The distance we from a number of statistics\n  Once a lot smaller looking\n  Up to Shot-callers, not ballers\n  They never grew up, just got taller\n  Trying to find freedom in a trap\n  Hungry for success they eat up\n  There’s food for thought I feed ‘em in a wRap\n  I’m taking trips to France\n  Make it rain where the strippers dance, dance\n  Sip in hand, grippin my money clips in hands\n  It was hell\n  I thought I saw demons hiding in lost souls\n  Straight out the evil books inside\n  Of my far scrolls\n  They say you should toss goals\n  Throw away your dreams\n  That nothing go the way it seems\n  It’s done or you feelin unsure\n  But that’s what this one’s for\n  Sometimes I ask myself\n  \"Why would I need anyone else?\"\n  (To Be Determined)\n  To make it through this life\n  When everyday’s a brand new fight\n  I had struggles in every single muscle\n  Always on the hustle (and I know)\n  And I know I can’t make it, on my own\n  Push as hard as you want\n  Against the wall bro push the wrong dude\n  They be looking for you like Waldo\n  Times was harder than before\n  When it was fun and games\n  When we was just spittin rhymes\n  Trying to get a bigger name\n  Now car notes involved and\n  Bills require grindin’\n  Who’d ever thought that Aloe Blacc\n  Get back to rhymin’\n  Street philosophers could theorize\n  \"it’s all timin’\" economist would say\n  \"It’s kinda rough to find a diamond\"\n  And all the simple lining in\n  The clouds couldn’t change\n  The simple fact that it pours when it rains\n  All more of the same\n  And my score in the game, let it reflect\n  That I earn every little bit of respect I get\n  Oh, it’s time, get up off the wall\n  Cross that line\n  My momma told me that every flower\n  Meeds rain shower like it need sunshine\n  I know I can make it, you\n  Know you can make it, we can make it\n  If you get on yo grind\n  Rain keeps fallin' down… music by ALC\n"},{"id":25640269,"name":"To Be Determined","trackName":"To Be Determined","artistName":"Evidence","albumName":"The Layover EP","duration":250.466667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where I’m from\nThey say the sun shine all the time\nI keep seeing rain… yeah\nUh, squeezing blood from a rock\nMaking something out nothing\nThat’s something I got\nThat’s one thing I had\nWhile the others didn’t get it\nThey was chasin' the world\nI brought it right to my block\nBrought it back with the oath\nStay reppin my coast\nPoof, I was blowin the spot\nWithout knowin or not\nNot knowing a thing, trying to prove to most\nMade it open my lane, I found my slot\nThey went right, E-V went left\nSo Common, one day it’ll all make sense\nSoundbombin’ no way we’ll all make ends\nSurvival of the fit, a few win, but most quit\nOr fend for themselves so\nHere’s to good health\nHere’s to drama, two up and one of ‘em fell\n\"Hear, hear\" to that, this is for my LA Cats\nAnd Dogs who never left to the world, We back\nC’mon sometimes I ask myself\n\"Why would I need anyone else?\"\n(To Be Determined)\nTo make it through this life\nWhen everyday’s a brand new fight\nI had struggles in every single muscle\nAlways on the hustle (and I know)\nAnd I know I can’t make it, on my own\nHad visions of being caked up\nOn the island while the weather’s freezing\nWhether he's in the French Caribbean\nSwimming with amphibians\nOr in Hawaii blowing Maui Wowie, life is good\nI dodge bullet grazes\nSlash the nights that coulda\nEnded my existence\nFor instance, through the persistence\nThe distance we from a number of statistics\nOnce a lot smaller looking\nUp to Shot-callers, not ballers\nThey never grew up, just got taller\nTrying to find freedom in a trap\nHungry for success they eat up\nThere’s food for thought I feed ‘em in a wRap\nI’m taking trips to France\nMake it rain where the strippers dance, dance\nSip in hand, grippin my money clips in hands\nIt was hell\nI thought I saw demons hiding in lost souls\nStraight out the evil books inside\nOf my far scrolls\nThey say you should toss goals\nThrow away your dreams\nThat nothing go the way it seems\nIt’s done or you feelin unsure\nBut that’s what this one’s for\nSometimes I ask myself\n\"Why would I need anyone else?\"\n(To Be Determined)\nTo make it through this life\nWhen everyday’s a brand new fight\nI had struggles in every single muscle\nAlways on the hustle (and I know)\nAnd I know I can’t make it, on my own\nPush as hard as you want\nAgainst the wall bro push the wrong dude\nThey be looking for you like Waldo\nTimes was harder than before\nWhen it was fun and games\nWhen we was just spittin rhymes\nTrying to get a bigger name\nNow car notes involved and\nBills require grindin’\nWho’d ever thought that Aloe Blacc\nGet back to rhymin’\nStreet philosophers could theorize\n\"it’s all timin’\" economist would say\n\"It’s kinda rough to find a diamond\"\nAnd all the simple lining in\nThe clouds couldn’t change\nThe simple fact that it pours when it rains\nAll more of the same\nAnd my score in the game, let it reflect\nThat I earn every little bit of respect I get\nOh, it’s time, get up off the wall\nCross that line\nMy momma told me that every flower\nMeeds rain shower like it need sunshine\nI know I can make it, you\nKnow you can make it, we can make it\nIf you get on yo grind\nRain keeps fallin' down… music by ALC","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: To Be Determined\n  artist: Evidence\n  album: The Layover EP\n  duration_ms: 250467\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where I’m from\n  They say the sun shine all the time\n  I keep seeing rain… yeah\n  Uh, squeezing blood from a rock\n  Making something out nothing\n  That’s something I got\n  That’s one thing I had\n  While the others didn’t get it\n  They was chasin' the world\n  I brought it right to my block\n  Brought it back with the oath\n  Stay reppin my coast\n  Poof, I was blowin the spot\n  Without knowin or not\n  Not knowing a thing, trying to prove to most\n  Made it open my lane, I found my slot\n  They went right, E-V went left\n  So Common, one day it’ll all make sense\n  Soundbombin’ no way we’ll all make ends\n  Survival of the fit, a few win, but most quit\n  Or fend for themselves so\n  Here’s to good health\n  Here’s to drama, two up and one of ‘em fell\n  \"Hear, hear\" to that, this is for my LA Cats\n  And Dogs who never left to the world, We back\n  C’mon sometimes I ask myself\n  \"Why would I need anyone else?\"\n  (To Be Determined)\n  To make it through this life\n  When everyday’s a brand new fight\n  I had struggles in every single muscle\n  Always on the hustle (and I know)\n  And I know I can’t make it, on my own\n  Had visions of being caked up\n  On the island while the weather’s freezing\n  Whether he's in the French Caribbean\n  Swimming with amphibians\n  Or in Hawaii blowing Maui Wowie, life is good\n  I dodge bullet grazes\n  Slash the nights that coulda\n  Ended my existence\n  For instance, through the persistence\n  The distance we from a number of statistics\n  Once a lot smaller looking\n  Up to Shot-callers, not ballers\n  They never grew up, just got taller\n  Trying to find freedom in a trap\n  Hungry for success they eat up\n  There’s food for thought I feed ‘em in a wRap\n  I’m taking trips to France\n  Make it rain where the strippers dance, dance\n  Sip in hand, grippin my money clips in hands\n  It was hell\n  I thought I saw demons hiding in lost souls\n  Straight out the evil books inside\n  Of my far scrolls\n  They say you should toss goals\n  Throw away your dreams\n  That nothing go the way it seems\n  It’s done or you feelin unsure\n  But that’s what this one’s for\n  Sometimes I ask myself\n  \"Why would I need anyone else?\"\n  (To Be Determined)\n  To make it through this life\n  When everyday’s a brand new fight\n  I had struggles in every single muscle\n  Always on the hustle (and I know)\n  And I know I can’t make it, on my own\n  Push as hard as you want\n  Against the wall bro push the wrong dude\n  They be looking for you like Waldo\n  Times was harder than before\n  When it was fun and games\n  When we was just spittin rhymes\n  Trying to get a bigger name\n  Now car notes involved and\n  Bills require grindin’\n  Who’d ever thought that Aloe Blacc\n  Get back to rhymin’\n  Street philosophers could theorize\n  \"it’s all timin’\" economist would say\n  \"It’s kinda rough to find a diamond\"\n  And all the simple lining in\n  The clouds couldn’t change\n  The simple fact that it pours when it rains\n  All more of the same\n  And my score in the game, let it reflect\n  That I earn every little bit of respect I get\n  Oh, it’s time, get up off the wall\n  Cross that line\n  My momma told me that every flower\n  Meeds rain shower like it need sunshine\n  I know I can make it, you\n  Know you can make it, we can make it\n  If you get on yo grind\n  Rain keeps fallin' down… music by ALC\n"}]