[{"id":14379157,"name":"Higher (Remix)","trackName":"Higher (Remix)","artistName":"Fashawn","albumName":"Higher Learning 2","duration":187.985187,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said y'all wanna get higher?\nY'all know we gonna get higher\nI said y'all wanna get higher?\nY'all know we gotta get higher\n\nBecame a prisoner of peoples expectations\nSome of my fans are doctors, even they don't have the patience\nTo wait up while I evolve creatively\nI wish there was 8 of me\n1 to deal with temptation, 1 to deal with complacency\n1 to deal with the pressure, 1 to deal with this fame\n1 to deal with the power, 1 strong enough for the pain\n1 to hold my umbrella to shelter me from the rain\n1 to be my [?], my thoughts is crowding my brain\nI get insomnia and probably cause\nI convinced myself that I was not the one\nStupid niggas, listeners are disloyal\nBut they make you feel royal\nBut like a slave when they no longer enjoy you my nigga\nThat's not high enough, please let's take it higher\nHeadliner, shit I'm glad I even made the flyer\nThis game'll crucify ya just to ake you a martyr\nSometimes I'd rather ice skate with my daughter\n\nHigher, take me up, take me up\nI need you to take me higher\nI wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\nSo get high, so get high\nAnd get high, and get high\nSo get high, so get high\nLet's get high, let's get high\nSo get high, so get high\nLet's get high, let's get high\nSo get high, so get high\nAnd get high, and get high\nHigher, take me up, take me up\nI need you to take me higher\nI wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\nSo let's take it higher\n\nI'll tell you when it's high enough\nI'll tell you when it's high enough\n\nY'all would rather break me down like reefer\nAnd stuff me into a paper\nTemporary reliever while you lay up like a Laker\nI'm working 24/7, wondering where the day went\nFeeling taken for granted, feeling underestimated\nDo I need the recognition when I have the reputation?\nYou're thinking entertainment, I'm thinking elevation\nIn an industry that's saturated, but I'm glad I made it\nI've seen anticipation turn to aggravation\nWhen you don't meet the demand and people think you the man\nIt's back to the factory, keep on putting comands\nMind running rapidly tryna make a classic\nAm I running out of battery? Questions you start asking yourself\nOppose to asking for help, hell I don't need it\nI thought all I had to do was beat the odds and we'd be even, damn\nBefore you know it I be back on the road\nText message from my daughter it said \"daddy come home\"\nBut y'all love me though\n\nHi daddy, I miss you and I love you. Hope you come home safely. You can take me to the park, the swimming pool and long walks and talk all day long and I can keep you all day and sleep with you, and I like your music, it's pretty and I want to give you hugs","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Higher (Remix)\n  artist: Fashawn\n  album: Higher Learning 2\n  duration_ms: 187985\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said y'all wanna get higher?\n  Y'all know we gonna get higher\n  I said y'all wanna get higher?\n  Y'all know we gotta get higher\n\n  Became a prisoner of peoples expectations\n  Some of my fans are doctors, even they don't have the patience\n  To wait up while I evolve creatively\n  I wish there was 8 of me\n  1 to deal with temptation, 1 to deal with complacency\n  1 to deal with the pressure, 1 to deal with this fame\n  1 to deal with the power, 1 strong enough for the pain\n  1 to hold my umbrella to shelter me from the rain\n  1 to be my [?], my thoughts is crowding my brain\n  I get insomnia and probably cause\n  I convinced myself that I was not the one\n  Stupid niggas, listeners are disloyal\n  But they make you feel royal\n  But like a slave when they no longer enjoy you my nigga\n  That's not high enough, please let's take it higher\n  Headliner, shit I'm glad I even made the flyer\n  This game'll crucify ya just to ake you a martyr\n  Sometimes I'd rather ice skate with my daughter\n\n  Higher, take me up, take me up\n  I need you to take me higher\n  I wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\n  So get high, so get high\n  And get high, and get high\n  So get high, so get high\n  Let's get high, let's get high\n  So get high, so get high\n  Let's get high, let's get high\n  So get high, so get high\n  And get high, and get high\n  Higher, take me up, take me up\n  I need you to take me higher\n  I wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\n  So let's take it higher\n\n  I'll tell you when it's high enough\n  I'll tell you when it's high enough\n\n  Y'all would rather break me down like reefer\n  And stuff me into a paper\n  Temporary reliever while you lay up like a Laker\n  I'm working 24/7, wondering where the day went\n  Feeling taken for granted, feeling underestimated\n  Do I need the recognition when I have the reputation?\n  You're thinking entertainment, I'm thinking elevation\n  In an industry that's saturated, but I'm glad I made it\n  I've seen anticipation turn to aggravation\n  When you don't meet the demand and people think you the man\n  It's back to the factory, keep on putting comands\n  Mind running rapidly tryna make a classic\n  Am I running out of battery? Questions you start asking yourself\n  Oppose to asking for help, hell I don't need it\n  I thought all I had to do was beat the odds and we'd be even, damn\n  Before you know it I be back on the road\n  Text message from my daughter it said \"daddy come home\"\n  But y'all love me though\n\n  Hi daddy, I miss you and I love you. Hope you come home safely. You can take me to the park, the swimming pool and long walks and talk all day long and I can keep you all day and sleep with you, and I like your music, it's pretty and I want to give you hugs\n"},{"id":21524959,"name":"Higher (Remix)","trackName":"Higher (Remix)","artistName":"Fashawn","albumName":"Higher Learning Vol. 2","duration":187.985187,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said y'all wanna get higher?\nY'all know we gonna get higher\nI said y'all wanna get higher?\nY'all know we gotta get higher\n\nBecame a prisoner of peoples expectations\nSome of my fans are doctors, even they don't have the patience\nTo wait up while I evolve creatively\nI wish there was 8 of me\n1 to deal with temptation, 1 to deal with complacency\n1 to deal with the pressure, 1 to deal with this fame\n1 to deal with the power, 1 strong enough for the pain\n1 to hold my umbrella to shelter me from the rain\n1 to be my [?], my thoughts is crowding my brain\nI get insomnia and probably cause\nI convinced myself that I was not the one\nStupid niggas, listeners are disloyal\nBut they make you feel royal\nBut like a slave when they no longer enjoy you my nigga\nThat's not high enough, please let's take it higher\nHeadliner, shit I'm glad I even made the flyer\nThis game'll crucify ya just to ake you a martyr\nSometimes I'd rather ice skate with my daughter\n\nHigher, take me up, take me up\nI need you to take me higher\nI wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\nSo get high, so get high\nAnd get high, and get high\nSo get high, so get high\nLet's get high, let's get high\nSo get high, so get high\nLet's get high, let's get high\nSo get high, so get high\nAnd get high, and get high\nHigher, take me up, take me up\nI need you to take me higher\nI wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\nSo let's take it higher\n\nI'll tell you when it's high enough\nI'll tell you when it's high enough\n\nY'all would rather break me down like reefer\nAnd stuff me into a paper\nTemporary reliever while you lay up like a Laker\nI'm working 24/7, wondering where the day went\nFeeling taken for granted, feeling underestimated\nDo I need the recognition when I have the reputation?\nYou're thinking entertainment, I'm thinking elevation\nIn an industry that's saturated, but I'm glad I made it\nI've seen anticipation turn to aggravation\nWhen you don't meet the demand and people think you the man\nIt's back to the factory, keep on putting comands\nMind running rapidly tryna make a classic\nAm I running out of battery? Questions you start asking yourself\nOppose to asking for help, hell I don't need it\nI thought all I had to do was beat the odds and we'd be even, damn\nBefore you know it I be back on the road\nText message from my daughter it said \"daddy come home\"\nBut y'all love me though\n\nHi daddy, I miss you and I love you. Hope you come home safely. You can take me to the park, the swimming pool and long walks and talk all day long and I can keep you all day and sleep with you, and I like your music, it's pretty and I want to give you hugs","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Higher (Remix)\n  artist: Fashawn\n  album: Higher Learning Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 187985\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said y'all wanna get higher?\n  Y'all know we gonna get higher\n  I said y'all wanna get higher?\n  Y'all know we gotta get higher\n\n  Became a prisoner of peoples expectations\n  Some of my fans are doctors, even they don't have the patience\n  To wait up while I evolve creatively\n  I wish there was 8 of me\n  1 to deal with temptation, 1 to deal with complacency\n  1 to deal with the pressure, 1 to deal with this fame\n  1 to deal with the power, 1 strong enough for the pain\n  1 to hold my umbrella to shelter me from the rain\n  1 to be my [?], my thoughts is crowding my brain\n  I get insomnia and probably cause\n  I convinced myself that I was not the one\n  Stupid niggas, listeners are disloyal\n  But they make you feel royal\n  But like a slave when they no longer enjoy you my nigga\n  That's not high enough, please let's take it higher\n  Headliner, shit I'm glad I even made the flyer\n  This game'll crucify ya just to ake you a martyr\n  Sometimes I'd rather ice skate with my daughter\n\n  Higher, take me up, take me up\n  I need you to take me higher\n  I wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\n  So get high, so get high\n  And get high, and get high\n  So get high, so get high\n  Let's get high, let's get high\n  So get high, so get high\n  Let's get high, let's get high\n  So get high, so get high\n  And get high, and get high\n  Higher, take me up, take me up\n  I need you to take me higher\n  I wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\n  So let's take it higher\n\n  I'll tell you when it's high enough\n  I'll tell you when it's high enough\n\n  Y'all would rather break me down like reefer\n  And stuff me into a paper\n  Temporary reliever while you lay up like a Laker\n  I'm working 24/7, wondering where the day went\n  Feeling taken for granted, feeling underestimated\n  Do I need the recognition when I have the reputation?\n  You're thinking entertainment, I'm thinking elevation\n  In an industry that's saturated, but I'm glad I made it\n  I've seen anticipation turn to aggravation\n  When you don't meet the demand and people think you the man\n  It's back to the factory, keep on putting comands\n  Mind running rapidly tryna make a classic\n  Am I running out of battery? Questions you start asking yourself\n  Oppose to asking for help, hell I don't need it\n  I thought all I had to do was beat the odds and we'd be even, damn\n  Before you know it I be back on the road\n  Text message from my daughter it said \"daddy come home\"\n  But y'all love me though\n\n  Hi daddy, I miss you and I love you. Hope you come home safely. You can take me to the park, the swimming pool and long walks and talk all day long and I can keep you all day and sleep with you, and I like your music, it's pretty and I want to give you hugs\n"},{"id":32851419,"name":"Higher (Remix)","trackName":"Higher (Remix)","artistName":"Fashawn","albumName":"Higher Learning 2 (Deluxe Edition)","duration":189.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said y'all wanna get higher?\nY'all know we gonna get higher\nI said y'all wanna get higher?\nY'all know we gotta get higher\n\nBecame a prisoner of peoples expectations\nSome of my fans are doctors, even they don't have the patience\nTo wait up while I evolve creatively\nI wish there was 8 of me\n1 to deal with temptation, 1 to deal with complacency\n1 to deal with the pressure, 1 to deal with this fame\n1 to deal with the power, 1 strong enough for the pain\n1 to hold my umbrella to shelter me from the rain\n1 to be my [?], my thoughts is crowding my brain\nI get insomnia and probably cause\nI convinced myself that I was not the one\nStupid niggas, listeners are disloyal\nBut they make you feel royal\nBut like a slave when they no longer enjoy you my nigga\nThat's not high enough, please let's take it higher\nHeadliner, shit I'm glad I even made the flyer\nThis game'll crucify ya just to ake you a martyr\nSometimes I'd rather ice skate with my daughter\n\nHigher, take me up, take me up\nI need you to take me higher\nI wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\nSo get high, so get high\nAnd get high, and get high\nSo get high, so get high\nLet's get high, let's get high\nSo get high, so get high\nLet's get high, let's get high\nSo get high, so get high\nAnd get high, and get high\nHigher, take me up, take me up\nI need you to take me higher\nI wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\nSo let's take it higher\n\nI'll tell you when it's high enough\nI'll tell you when it's high enough\n\nY'all would rather break me down like reefer\nAnd stuff me into a paper\nTemporary reliever while you lay up like a Laker\nI'm working 24/7, wondering where the day went\nFeeling taken for granted, feeling underestimated\nDo I need the recognition when I have the reputation?\nYou're thinking entertainment, I'm thinking elevation\nIn an industry that's saturated, but I'm glad I made it\nI've seen anticipation turn to aggravation\nWhen you don't meet the demand and people think you the man\nIt's back to the factory, keep on putting comands\nMind running rapidly tryna make a classic\nAm I running out of battery? Questions you start asking yourself\nOppose to asking for help, hell I don't need it\nI thought all I had to do was beat the odds and we'd be even, damn\nBefore you know it I be back on the road\nText message from my daughter it said \"daddy come home\"\nBut y'all love me though\n\nHi daddy, I miss you and I love you. Hope you come home safely. You can take me to the park, the swimming pool and long walks and talk all day long and I can keep you all day and sleep with you, and I like your music, it's pretty and I want to give you hugs","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Higher (Remix)\n  artist: Fashawn\n  album: Higher Learning 2 (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 189000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said y'all wanna get higher?\n  Y'all know we gonna get higher\n  I said y'all wanna get higher?\n  Y'all know we gotta get higher\n\n  Became a prisoner of peoples expectations\n  Some of my fans are doctors, even they don't have the patience\n  To wait up while I evolve creatively\n  I wish there was 8 of me\n  1 to deal with temptation, 1 to deal with complacency\n  1 to deal with the pressure, 1 to deal with this fame\n  1 to deal with the power, 1 strong enough for the pain\n  1 to hold my umbrella to shelter me from the rain\n  1 to be my [?], my thoughts is crowding my brain\n  I get insomnia and probably cause\n  I convinced myself that I was not the one\n  Stupid niggas, listeners are disloyal\n  But they make you feel royal\n  But like a slave when they no longer enjoy you my nigga\n  That's not high enough, please let's take it higher\n  Headliner, shit I'm glad I even made the flyer\n  This game'll crucify ya just to ake you a martyr\n  Sometimes I'd rather ice skate with my daughter\n\n  Higher, take me up, take me up\n  I need you to take me higher\n  I wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\n  So get high, so get high\n  And get high, and get high\n  So get high, so get high\n  Let's get high, let's get high\n  So get high, so get high\n  Let's get high, let's get high\n  So get high, so get high\n  And get high, and get high\n  Higher, take me up, take me up\n  I need you to take me higher\n  I wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\n  So let's take it higher\n\n  I'll tell you when it's high enough\n  I'll tell you when it's high enough\n\n  Y'all would rather break me down like reefer\n  And stuff me into a paper\n  Temporary reliever while you lay up like a Laker\n  I'm working 24/7, wondering where the day went\n  Feeling taken for granted, feeling underestimated\n  Do I need the recognition when I have the reputation?\n  You're thinking entertainment, I'm thinking elevation\n  In an industry that's saturated, but I'm glad I made it\n  I've seen anticipation turn to aggravation\n  When you don't meet the demand and people think you the man\n  It's back to the factory, keep on putting comands\n  Mind running rapidly tryna make a classic\n  Am I running out of battery? Questions you start asking yourself\n  Oppose to asking for help, hell I don't need it\n  I thought all I had to do was beat the odds and we'd be even, damn\n  Before you know it I be back on the road\n  Text message from my daughter it said \"daddy come home\"\n  But y'all love me though\n\n  Hi daddy, I miss you and I love you. Hope you come home safely. You can take me to the park, the swimming pool and long walks and talk all day long and I can keep you all day and sleep with you, and I like your music, it's pretty and I want to give you hugs\n"},{"id":34553239,"name":"Higher (Remix)","trackName":"Higher (Remix)","artistName":"Fashawn","albumName":"Higher Learning 2 (Deluxe Edition)","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said y'all wanna get higher?\nY'all know we gonna get higher\nI said y'all wanna get higher?\nY'all know we gotta get higher\n\nBecame a prisoner of peoples expectations\nSome of my fans are doctors, even they don't have the patience\nTo wait up while I evolve creatively\nI wish there was 8 of me\n1 to deal with temptation, 1 to deal with complacency\n1 to deal with the pressure, 1 to deal with this fame\n1 to deal with the power, 1 strong enough for the pain\n1 to hold my umbrella to shelter me from the rain\n1 to be my [?], my thoughts is crowding my brain\nI get insomnia and probably cause\nI convinced myself that I was not the one\nStupid niggas, listeners are disloyal\nBut they make you feel royal\nBut like a slave when they no longer enjoy you my nigga\nThat's not high enough, please let's take it higher\nHeadliner, shit I'm glad I even made the flyer\nThis game'll crucify ya just to ake you a martyr\nSometimes I'd rather ice skate with my daughter\n\nHigher, take me up, take me up\nI need you to take me higher\nI wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\nSo get high, so get high\nAnd get high, and get high\nSo get high, so get high\nLet's get high, let's get high\nSo get high, so get high\nLet's get high, let's get high\nSo get high, so get high\nAnd get high, and get high\nHigher, take me up, take me up\nI need you to take me higher\nI wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\nSo let's take it higher\n\nI'll tell you when it's high enough\nI'll tell you when it's high enough\n\nY'all would rather break me down like reefer\nAnd stuff me into a paper\nTemporary reliever while you lay up like a Laker\nI'm working 24/7, wondering where the day went\nFeeling taken for granted, feeling underestimated\nDo I need the recognition when I have the reputation?\nYou're thinking entertainment, I'm thinking elevation\nIn an industry that's saturated, but I'm glad I made it\nI've seen anticipation turn to aggravation\nWhen you don't meet the demand and people think you the man\nIt's back to the factory, keep on putting comands\nMind running rapidly tryna make a classic\nAm I running out of battery? Questions you start asking yourself\nOppose to asking for help, hell I don't need it\nI thought all I had to do was beat the odds and we'd be even, damn\nBefore you know it I be back on the road\nText message from my daughter it said \"daddy come home\"\nBut y'all love me though\n\nHi daddy, I miss you and I love you. Hope you come home safely. You can take me to the park, the swimming pool and long walks and talk all day long and I can keep you all day and sleep with you, and I like your music, it's pretty and I want to give you hugs","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Higher (Remix)\n  artist: Fashawn\n  album: Higher Learning 2 (Deluxe Edition)\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said y'all wanna get higher?\n  Y'all know we gonna get higher\n  I said y'all wanna get higher?\n  Y'all know we gotta get higher\n\n  Became a prisoner of peoples expectations\n  Some of my fans are doctors, even they don't have the patience\n  To wait up while I evolve creatively\n  I wish there was 8 of me\n  1 to deal with temptation, 1 to deal with complacency\n  1 to deal with the pressure, 1 to deal with this fame\n  1 to deal with the power, 1 strong enough for the pain\n  1 to hold my umbrella to shelter me from the rain\n  1 to be my [?], my thoughts is crowding my brain\n  I get insomnia and probably cause\n  I convinced myself that I was not the one\n  Stupid niggas, listeners are disloyal\n  But they make you feel royal\n  But like a slave when they no longer enjoy you my nigga\n  That's not high enough, please let's take it higher\n  Headliner, shit I'm glad I even made the flyer\n  This game'll crucify ya just to ake you a martyr\n  Sometimes I'd rather ice skate with my daughter\n\n  Higher, take me up, take me up\n  I need you to take me higher\n  I wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\n  So get high, so get high\n  And get high, and get high\n  So get high, so get high\n  Let's get high, let's get high\n  So get high, so get high\n  Let's get high, let's get high\n  So get high, so get high\n  And get high, and get high\n  Higher, take me up, take me up\n  I need you to take me higher\n  I wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\n  So let's take it higher\n\n  I'll tell you when it's high enough\n  I'll tell you when it's high enough\n\n  Y'all would rather break me down like reefer\n  And stuff me into a paper\n  Temporary reliever while you lay up like a Laker\n  I'm working 24/7, wondering where the day went\n  Feeling taken for granted, feeling underestimated\n  Do I need the recognition when I have the reputation?\n  You're thinking entertainment, I'm thinking elevation\n  In an industry that's saturated, but I'm glad I made it\n  I've seen anticipation turn to aggravation\n  When you don't meet the demand and people think you the man\n  It's back to the factory, keep on putting comands\n  Mind running rapidly tryna make a classic\n  Am I running out of battery? Questions you start asking yourself\n  Oppose to asking for help, hell I don't need it\n  I thought all I had to do was beat the odds and we'd be even, damn\n  Before you know it I be back on the road\n  Text message from my daughter it said \"daddy come home\"\n  But y'all love me though\n\n  Hi daddy, I miss you and I love you. Hope you come home safely. You can take me to the park, the swimming pool and long walks and talk all day long and I can keep you all day and sleep with you, and I like your music, it's pretty and I want to give you hugs\n"},{"id":34271163,"name":"Higher (Remix) (Prod. RZA)","trackName":"Higher (Remix) (Prod. RZA)","artistName":"Fashawn","albumName":"Higher Learning 2 (Hosted by DJ ill Will & DJ Rockstar)","duration":188.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Can we get much higher? So high\nCan we get much higher? So high\nCan we get much higher? So high\nCan we get much higher? So high\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nEnough with the sentimental shit\nI'm 'bout to blow, nigga keep the instrumental lit\nSuited in a Pendleton, I came to unclog these rap blogs\nCongrats, hats off to Fashawn\nStupid, I thought I told you motherfuckers\nThought the speculation was over when it wasn't\nIn the kitchen like, you don't know what's in the oven?\n\nI mean the shit is fucking disgusting\nHow these lollipops suck your ass, posing like they got it locked\nNever go outside the box rappers, try me not\nI'm off a OZ of GCK\nMoving at a slow speed for three days\nDon't ever try and come to the West\n\nWithout an extra lung, a big gun or a vest\n\nAllow me to introduce you to your death\nI present AK-47F\n\nYo, I'd like to welcome y'all to Sunday School, man\nHave a seat, put your bags down\nTake notes, nigga\n\nThey sampling my style, fashion and loot\nI hear it in they rhymes too, perhaps just a few\nRappers need to get rules, the took 'em back to school\nNigga rewrite the rules or be just another mule, nigga\n\nA prisoner of perfection, every sentence I'm sketching\nLike a window or an exit, escape your mental\nI become a prisoner of perception, roll up some indo\nListen for a second, it's just info\nAnd this just in, I got a 4-11 on a 1-87\nSomebody laying in heaven\nNiggas ain't playing in CA, a lot of shit happening\nThinking 'bout packing and moving to Minneapolis\n\nWe from a culture of capitalists\nCutthroats and savages, the utmost embarrassing\nFuck, a nigga might move out of the country\nIf you want me I'll probably be in Somalia sitting comfortably\n\nI wanna go to Africa, I ain't been there yet\nWe should hit Cape Town, word\nYou know what I'm saying? Johannesburg\nWord, you ain't been this high before\nSunday School, man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Higher (Remix) (Prod. RZA)\n  artist: Fashawn\n  album: Higher Learning 2 (Hosted by DJ ill Will & DJ Rockstar)\n  duration_ms: 188000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Can we get much higher? So high\n  Can we get much higher? So high\n  Can we get much higher? So high\n  Can we get much higher? 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Questions you start asking yourself\nOppose to asking for help, hell I don't need it\nI thought all I had to do was beat the odds and we'd be even, damn\nBefore you know it I be back on the road\nText message from my daughter it said \"daddy come home\"\nBut y'all love me though\n\nHi daddy, I miss you and I love you. Hope you come home safely. You can take me to the park, the swimming pool and long walks and talk all day long and I can keep you all day and sleep with you, and I like your music, it's pretty and I want to give you hugs","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.47] I said y'all wanna get higher?\n[00:08.17] Y'all know we gonna get higher\n[00:10.87] I said y'all wanna get higher?\n[00:14.47] Y'all know we gotta get higher\n[00:16.23] Became a prisoner of peoples expectations\n[00:19.81] Some of my fans are doctors, even they don't have the patience\n[00:22.53] To wait up while I evolve creatively\n[00:25.20] I wish there was 8 of me\n[00:26.12] 1 to deal with temptation, 1 to deal with complacency\n[00:28.83] 1 to deal with the pressure, 1 to deal with this fame\n[00:31.54] 1 to deal with the power, 1 strong enough for the pain\n[00:35.14] 1 to hold my umbrella to shelter me from the rain\n[00:37.81] 1 to be my therapist, my thoughts is crowding my brain\n[00:41.46] I get insomnia and probably cause\n[00:43.28] I convinced myself that I was not the one\n[00:45.06] Stupid niggas, listeners are disloyal\n[00:48.79] But they make you feel royal\n[00:50.57] But like a slave when they no longer enjoy you my nigga\n[00:53.25] That's not high enough, please let's take it higher\n[00:55.98] Headliner, shit I'm glad I even made the flyer\n[00:59.54] This game'll crucify ya just to ake you a martyr\n[01:02.22] Sometimes I'd rather ice skate with my daughter\n[01:04.92] Higher, take me up, take me up\n[01:10.38] I need you to take me higher\n[01:13.07] I wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\n[01:17.54] So get high, so get high\n[01:18.46] And get high, and get high\n[01:20.25] So get high, so get high\n[01:21.14] Let's get high, let's get high\n[01:22.90] So get high, so get high\n[01:24.76] Let's get high, let's get high\n[01:25.61] So get high, so get high\n[01:27.57] And get high, and get high\n[01:29.33] Higher, take me up, take me up\n[01:34.78] I need you to take me higher\n[01:37.41] I wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\n[01:41.04] So let's take it higher\n[01:45.52] I'll tell you when it's high enough\n[01:46.41] I'll tell you when it's high enough\n[01:52.96] Y'all would rather break me down like reefer\n[01:54.76] And stuff me into a paper\n[01:56.55] Temporary reliever while you lay up like a Laker\n[01:59.21] I'm working 24/7, wondering where the day went\n[02:01.97] Feeling taken for granted, feeling underestimated\n[02:05.52] Do I need the recognition when i have the reputation?\n[02:08.29] You're thinking entertainment, I'm thinking elevation\n[02:10.94] In an industry that's saturated, but I'm glad I made it\n[02:14.52] I've seen anticipation turn to aggravation\n[02:17.27] When you don't meet the demand and people think you the man\n[02:19.99] It's back to the factory, keep on putting comands\n[02:23.50] Mind running rapidly tryna make a classic\n[02:26.21] Am I running out of battery? Questions you start asking yourself\n[02:29.83] Oppose to asking for help, hell I don't need it\n[02:32.62] I thought all I had to do was beat the odds and we'd be even, damn\n[02:36.20] Before you know it I be back on the road\n[02:38.09] Text message from my daughter it said \"daddy come home\"\n[02:41.66] But y'all love me though\n[03:31.26] Hi daddy, I miss you and I love you. Hope you come home safely. You can take me to the park, the swimming pool and long walks and talk all day long and I can keep you all day and sleep with you, and I like your music, it's pretty and I want to give you hugs\n[03:57.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Higher\n  artist: Fashawn\n  album: The Ecology\n  duration_ms: 269167\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said y'all wanna get higher?\n  start_ms: 5470\n  end_ms: 8170\n- text: Y'all know we gonna get higher\n  start_ms: 8170\n  end_ms: 10870\n- text: I said y'all wanna get higher?\n  start_ms: 10870\n  end_ms: 14470\n- text: Y'all know we gotta get higher\n  start_ms: 14470\n  end_ms: 16230\n- text: Became a prisoner of peoples expectations\n  start_ms: 16230\n  end_ms: 19810\n- text: Some of my fans are doctors, even they don't have the patience\n  start_ms: 19810\n  end_ms: 22530\n- text: To wait up while I evolve creatively\n  start_ms: 22530\n  end_ms: 25200\n- text: I wish there was 8 of me\n  start_ms: 25200\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: 1 to deal with temptation, 1 to deal with complacency\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28830\n- text: 1 to deal with the pressure, 1 to deal with this fame\n  start_ms: 28830\n  end_ms: 31540\n- text: 1 to deal with the power, 1 strong enough for the pain\n  start_ms: 31540\n  end_ms: 35140\n- text: 1 to hold my umbrella to shelter me from the rain\n  start_ms: 35140\n  end_ms: 37810\n- text: 1 to be my therapist, my thoughts is crowding my brain\n  start_ms: 37810\n  end_ms: 41460\n- text: I get insomnia and probably cause\n  start_ms: 41460\n  end_ms: 43280\n- text: I convinced myself that I was not the one\n  start_ms: 43280\n  end_ms: 45060\n- text: Stupid niggas, listeners are disloyal\n  start_ms: 45060\n  end_ms: 48790\n- text: But they make you feel royal\n  start_ms: 48790\n  end_ms: 50570\n- text: But like a slave when they no longer enjoy you my nigga\n  start_ms: 50570\n  end_ms: 53250\n- text: That's not high enough, please let's take it higher\n  start_ms: 53250\n  end_ms: 55980\n- text: Headliner, shit I'm glad I even made the flyer\n  start_ms: 55980\n  end_ms: 59540\n- text: This game'll crucify ya just to ake you a martyr\n  start_ms: 59540\n  end_ms: 62220\n- text: Sometimes I'd rather ice skate with my daughter\n  start_ms: 62220\n  end_ms: 64920\n- text: Higher, take me up, take me up\n  start_ms: 64920\n  end_ms: 70380\n- text: I need you to take me higher\n  start_ms: 70380\n  end_ms: 73070\n- text: I wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\n  start_ms: 73070\n  end_ms: 77540\n- text: So get high, so get high\n  start_ms: 77540\n  end_ms: 78460\n- text: And get high, and get high\n  start_ms: 78460\n  end_ms: 80250\n- text: So get high, so get high\n  start_ms: 80250\n  end_ms: 81140\n- text: Let's get high, let's get high\n  start_ms: 81140\n  end_ms: 82900\n- text: So get high, so get high\n  start_ms: 82900\n  end_ms: 84760\n- text: Let's get high, let's get high\n  start_ms: 84760\n  end_ms: 85610\n- text: So get high, so get high\n  start_ms: 85610\n  end_ms: 87570\n- text: And get high, and get high\n  start_ms: 87570\n  end_ms: 89330\n- text: Higher, take me up, take me up\n  start_ms: 89330\n  end_ms: 94780\n- text: I need you to take me higher\n  start_ms: 94780\n  end_ms: 97410\n- text: I wanna reach something I can't touch, I can't touch\n  start_ms: 97410\n  end_ms: 101040\n- text: So let's take it higher\n  start_ms: 101040\n  end_ms: 105520\n- text: I'll tell you when it's high enough\n  start_ms: 105520\n  end_ms: 106410\n- text: I'll tell you when it's high enough\n  start_ms: 106410\n  end_ms: 112960\n- text: Y'all would rather break me down like reefer\n  start_ms: 112960\n  end_ms: 114760\n- text: And stuff me into a paper\n  start_ms: 114760\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Temporary reliever while you lay up like a Laker\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119210\n- text: I'm working 24/7, wondering where the day went\n  start_ms: 119210\n  end_ms: 121970\n- text: Feeling taken for granted, feeling underestimated\n  start_ms: 121970\n  end_ms: 125520\n- text: Do I need the recognition when i have the reputation?\n  start_ms: 125520\n  end_ms: 128290\n- text: You're thinking entertainment, I'm thinking elevation\n  start_ms: 128290\n  end_ms: 130940\n- text: In an industry that's saturated, but I'm glad I made it\n  start_ms: 130940\n  end_ms: 134520\n- text: I've seen anticipation turn to aggravation\n  start_ms: 134520\n  end_ms: 137270\n- text: When you don't meet the demand and people think you the man\n  start_ms: 137270\n  end_ms: 139990\n- text: It's back to the factory, keep on putting comands\n  start_ms: 139990\n  end_ms: 143500\n- text: Mind running rapidly tryna make a classic\n  start_ms: 143500\n  end_ms: 146210\n- text: Am I running out of battery? 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Questions you start asking yourself\nOppose to asking for help, hell I don't need it\nI thought all I had to do was beat the odds and we'd be even, damn\nBefore you know it I be back on the road\nText message from my daughter it said \"daddy come home\"\nBut y'all love me though\n\nHi daddy, I miss you and I love you. Hope you come home safely. 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Questions you start asking yourself\n[02:29.83] Oppose to asking for help, hell I don't need it\n[02:32.62] I thought all I had to do was beat the odds and we'd be even, damn\n[02:36.20] Before you know it I be back on the road\n[02:38.09] Text message from my daughter it said \"daddy come home\"\n[02:41.66] But y'all love me though\n[03:31.26] Hi daddy, I miss you and I love you. Hope you come home safely. 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I'm finally on my own.\n  About fifty-six days, how long have I been gone?\n  But who's counting I just know, it's been a little too long.\n\n  And yeah I'm travelling,\n  I'm packing for my back in my Connecticut,\n  ... this is madness, I won't be happy until I get home!\n  I won't be happy until I get home!\n  I won't be happy until I get home!\n\n  And I missed the moving so fast,\n  I learned to take my time,\n  This world can be hectic; you could be left behind,\n  So, we stress, and let it eat us from inside,\n  You got to get it off your chest and keep it off your mind.\n  Sometimes I wonder when I'll see 25,\n  Well, I'll be in three years, hopefully in my time.\n\n  And yeah I'm travelling,\n  I'm packing for my back in my Connecticut,\n  ... this is madness, I won't be happy until I get home!\n  I won't be happy until I get home!\n  I won't be happy until I get home!\n\n  Check it out!\n  Feels good!\n  Sometimes I feel like I'm right in my rightful way,\n  In the studio night and day,\n  Like... like I'm half my age,\n  And all I need is a mike and a stage,\n  Some would say, I say, I'm sick of these airplanes,\n  Automobiles in these... shit,\n  Maybe I'm right, then again maybe I'm wrong,\n  Another day, another song, fuck I'm taking too long,\n  And guess what happens...\n  I won't be happy until I get home!\n  I won't be happy until I get home!\n  I won't be happy until I get home!\n  I won't be happy until I get home!\n  Singing in the house,\n  Niggers know I'm around!\n"},{"id":14377371,"name":"Papers (Remix)","trackName":"Papers (Remix)","artistName":"Fashawn","albumName":"Higher Learning 2","duration":240.80475,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Reporting live from the 4LF\nIts your boy F, man\nWhat up Ush\nYou ain't the only one who can blow, yall\nI'm a teach you how to roll\nGee's up you know, OCB's (worldwide) Zig Zag (in the sky)\nOr even some Raw papers but not without them tips though, you know what I'm saying\nSee you got to do it right\nSmoke some, punk\n\nShe smoke OCBs likes me I'm a take her\nTeach her how to properly roll a paper\nStraight lace we don't fuck with the flavors fuck with the G and get GCK'd up\nYou should see how much we blow in a day\nJust how it be when you roll with a gang\nRoll me a J ain't smokin with me I don't know why you came\nShoot this game watch me load it and aim\nKush and dro let me show you a thing\nTake my advice before you roll one again\nLet your nigga F take control of your brain\nDon't you complain\nHad you ever a nigga stroke you insane\nAnd nigga left you alone what a shame\nI'm a teach you how to smoke while you playing\nI don't do dope just promote Mary-Jane\n\nI smoke so much chronic\nYou can even ask my mama\nI've been everywhere and rolled all kinds of weed (All types of weed)\nI gotta cope with all this drama\nGot me smoking at all my concerts\nTo the point by the end of the show i can hardly breathe (I can hardly breath)\nSo who's gonna roll some papers\nPapers\nPapers\n(Don't smoke that sess, GC Kush the only option girl)\nSo who's gonna roll my papers\nPapers\nPapers\n(Don't somke that ses, GC Kush the only option girl)\n\nGR-IZ-ZL-YG-ANG\nSo be prepared to roll some weed\nI'm rolling OCB's I brought from overseas\nHow bout we post up and blow these trees\nBrought some Zig Zags she's so FC\nI'm just wondering if you can roll one for me\nShe said oh indeed well OMG\nI'm about to break down a whole OZ of some potent weed\nBlow like a muther-fucking ocean breeze\nG's up, like I'm supposed to be\nUFO I'm higher than any jet and flyer than any plane\nA guy who entertain\nThis is heavy why you riding with them lames?\nCome and kick it in the sky for a change\n\nAy yo man I just wanna dedicate this song right here, to all the smokers worldwide, man, you know what I'm saying. Niggas who smoke that real shit that good shit, man. To all that other Niggas with strains an shit man, I don't fuck with this Grizzly City kush man, I swear to god I got iron lungs, man I can blow all the day man straight up. It's good indigo though, some sativa some shit you know how we smoke California man. Fuck around pop a lung or something, nigga. East Side, West side, North side, Mid West. For the smoking mill, for the smoking mill yeah come on. I've been everywhere, man, I smoked all kinds of weed man Snow Cap, you know what I mean Grand Daddy Purp, Blue Dream, Kim D, Hell Ban you know what I'm saying G 14, Sour Deez. Damn man, we CA man, we do this all day man we'll be higher that a motherfucker, man. Ay it's just a lifestyle out here, man. Ayo that's the kind of shit, you know what I'm saying, yall niggas only read about in magazines, man. We do this shit every day, man out in CA., you feel me?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Papers (Remix)\n  artist: Fashawn\n  album: Higher Learning 2\n  duration_ms: 240805\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Reporting live from the 4LF\n  Its your boy F, man\n  What up Ush\n  You ain't the only one who can blow, yall\n  I'm a teach you how to roll\n  Gee's up you know, OCB's (worldwide) Zig Zag (in the sky)\n  Or even some Raw papers but not without them tips though, you know what I'm saying\n  See you got to do it right\n  Smoke some, punk\n\n  She smoke OCBs likes me I'm a take her\n  Teach her how to properly roll a paper\n  Straight lace we don't fuck with the flavors fuck with the G and get GCK'd up\n  You should see how much we blow in a day\n  Just how it be when you roll with a gang\n  Roll me a J ain't smokin with me I don't know why you came\n  Shoot this game watch me load it and aim\n  Kush and dro let me show you a thing\n  Take my advice before you roll one again\n  Let your nigga F take control of your brain\n  Don't you complain\n  Had you ever a nigga stroke you insane\n  And nigga left you alone what a shame\n  I'm a teach you how to smoke while you playing\n  I don't do dope just promote Mary-Jane\n\n  I smoke so much chronic\n  You can even ask my mama\n  I've been everywhere and rolled all kinds of weed (All types of weed)\n  I gotta cope with all this drama\n  Got me smoking at all my concerts\n  To the point by the end of the show i can hardly breathe (I can hardly breath)\n  So who's gonna roll some papers\n  Papers\n  Papers\n  (Don't smoke that sess, GC Kush the only option girl)\n  So who's gonna roll my papers\n  Papers\n  Papers\n  (Don't somke that ses, GC Kush the only option girl)\n\n  GR-IZ-ZL-YG-ANG\n  So be prepared to roll some weed\n  I'm rolling OCB's I brought from overseas\n  How bout we post up and blow these trees\n  Brought some Zig Zags she's so FC\n  I'm just wondering if you can roll one for me\n  She said oh indeed well OMG\n  I'm about to break down a whole OZ of some potent weed\n  Blow like a muther-fucking ocean breeze\n  G's up, like I'm supposed to be\n  UFO I'm higher than any jet and flyer than any plane\n  A guy who entertain\n  This is heavy why you riding with them lames?\n  Come and kick it in the sky for a change\n\n  Ay yo man I just wanna dedicate this song right here, to all the smokers worldwide, man, you know what I'm saying. Niggas who smoke that real shit that good shit, man. To all that other Niggas with strains an shit man, I don't fuck with this Grizzly City kush man, I swear to god I got iron lungs, man I can blow all the day man straight up. It's good indigo though, some sativa some shit you know how we smoke California man. Fuck around pop a lung or something, nigga. East Side, West side, North side, Mid West. For the smoking mill, for the smoking mill yeah come on. I've been everywhere, man, I smoked all kinds of weed man Snow Cap, you know what I mean Grand Daddy Purp, Blue Dream, Kim D, Hell Ban you know what I'm saying G 14, Sour Deez. Damn man, we CA man, we do this all day man we'll be higher that a motherfucker, man. Ay it's just a lifestyle out here, man. Ayo that's the kind of shit, you know what I'm saying, yall niggas only read about in magazines, man. We do this shit every day, man out in CA., you feel me?\n"},{"id":14375617,"name":"Strange Fruit Ft. 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I need to get out of here\nHigh enough to kick the stratosphere\nRoll the carpet out, your majesty's here\nI'm velour, y'all cashmere\nThe champ's back and you can't cheer?\nBesides Christ ain't a spirit that this man fears\nIf I ain't the best, I'm damn near\nTell me how you plan to hang with a chandelier\nYour whole camp queer: gang of Pam Griers\nTo all hustlers: I'm fronting work\nNever wanted to wear cleats, just wanted to run the turf\nBeef twice, I be burying niggas\nHe's nice but don't compare him to Jigga\nLet's get one thing... crystal clear\nI'm a magician dear, cause I made all of my peers disappear\nY'all ain't rappers, y'all actors: Richard Gere\nAnd the fact is you cats should switch careers\nTwo things real: my niggas, my bitch' hair\nI'm on my tenth tape, sixth year\nUmm... maybe a little longer, it made me into a monster\nPatient, everyday I was getting stronger, wait up\nI had to get my weight up and be an entrepreneur, straight up\nWas told, \"Follow the light, you'll shine bright, just give it time\"\nI write, keep in mind that it's a grind. Watch homie\nSome can't endure the climb so the top's lonely\nStill, it feels like I'm barely getting started\nPossessed by the dearly departed rap martyrs\nMiddle name Mustafa, some think I'm a prophet\nMost say I'm a problem impossible to fix\nCommit a massacre like Al Capone\nWith a flow and a style unknown; a Golden Child is grown\nIn a zone on a cloud of my own\nThis time around with my crown, my robe\nI flew thousands and thousands of miles from home\nSo ciao to my pals in Rome\nI hug the lane I'm an Aston, bang like a Maverick\nWith the aim of a trained assassin and so it remains\nYou lames is as-if, past tense and named a has-been\nFuck what you heard, here's what y'all forgot\nGotta stop pretending you are what you not\nWhen this product hit the block every jaw finna drop\nBitches hopping out they drawers and they tops\nLike they clothes on fire, just to roll with the sire\nA level much higher, bout to soak the sky up\nHa! He's just boo\nMafioso, I'm giving niggas cement shoes\nLet 'em sleep with the piranhas\nI'm leaving rappers resting in peace in their pajamas\nStop snoozing, I'm comfy in my spot and I'm not moving\nYou'd have to send a shot through him\nGod forbid that ever happen\nReady for whatever action\nIn case I gotta spin your melon backwards\nThe technique is elephant rap\nType of shit leave your skeleton cracked\nLike I hit you with the heaviest axe\nI be leaving footsteps on the track\nNow I'm embedded as a legend in fact\nI'm a double barrel shotty, a Pacquiao blow to the body\nAnd that'll make you niggas convert: Ali\n...Punk!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Manny Pacquiao\n  artist: Fashawn\n  album: Higher Learning 2\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Witness Fashawn, invented in a minute or more\n  Like a chemist; guess who just kicked in the door\n  With a fifth of Jim Beam in his veins, G on his chain\n  Me and the Gang, pitching them game\n  Like Chris Carpenter, roll with a thick squadron\n  What I oughta give you artists is a trip to a mausoleum\n  Showstopping you gotta see him\n  Next time probably riding something European\n  Where the fuck's my passport? 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Watch homie\n  Some can't endure the climb so the top's lonely\n  Still, it feels like I'm barely getting started\n  Possessed by the dearly departed rap martyrs\n  Middle name Mustafa, some think I'm a prophet\n  Most say I'm a problem impossible to fix\n  Commit a massacre like Al Capone\n  With a flow and a style unknown; a Golden Child is grown\n  In a zone on a cloud of my own\n  This time around with my crown, my robe\n  I flew thousands and thousands of miles from home\n  So ciao to my pals in Rome\n  I hug the lane I'm an Aston, bang like a Maverick\n  With the aim of a trained assassin and so it remains\n  You lames is as-if, past tense and named a has-been\n  Fuck what you heard, here's what y'all forgot\n  Gotta stop pretending you are what you not\n  When this product hit the block every jaw finna drop\n  Bitches hopping out they drawers and they tops\n  Like they clothes on fire, just to roll with the sire\n  A level much higher, bout to soak the sky up\n  Ha! 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Niggas who smoke that real shit that good shit, man. To all that other Niggas with strains an shit man, I don't fuck with this Grizzly City kush man, I swear to god I got iron lungs, man I can blow all the day man straight up. It's good indigo though, some sativa some shit you know how we smoke California man. Fuck around pop a lung or something, nigga. East Side, West side, North side, Mid West. For the smoking mill, for the smoking mill yeah come on. I've been everywhere, man, I smoked all kinds of weed man Snow Cap, you know what I mean Grand Daddy Purp, Blue Dream, Kim D, Hell Ban you know what I'm saying G 14, Sour Deez. Damn man, we CA man, we do this all day man we'll be higher that a motherfucker, man. Ay it's just a lifestyle out here, man. Ayo that's the kind of shit, you know what I'm saying, yall niggas only read about in magazines, man. We do this shit every day, man out in CA., you feel me?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Papers (Remix)\n  artist: Fashawn\n  album: Higher Learning Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 240805\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Reporting live from the 4LF\n  Its your boy F, man\n  What up Ush\n  You ain't the only one who can blow, yall\n  I'm a teach you how to roll\n  Gee's up you know, OCB's (worldwide) Zig Zag (in the sky)\n  Or even some Raw papers but not without them tips though, you know what I'm saying\n  See you got to do it right\n  Smoke some, punk\n\n  She smoke OCBs likes me I'm a take her\n  Teach her how to properly roll a paper\n  Straight lace we don't fuck with the flavors fuck with the G and get GCK'd up\n  You should see how much we blow in a day\n  Just how it be when you roll with a gang\n  Roll me a J ain't smokin with me I don't know why you came\n  Shoot this game watch me load it and aim\n  Kush and dro let me show you a thing\n  Take my advice before you roll one again\n  Let your nigga F take control of your brain\n  Don't you complain\n  Had you ever a nigga stroke you insane\n  And nigga left you alone what a shame\n  I'm a teach you how to smoke while you playing\n  I don't do dope just promote Mary-Jane\n\n  I smoke so much chronic\n  You can even ask my mama\n  I've been everywhere and rolled all kinds of weed (All types of weed)\n  I gotta cope with all this drama\n  Got me smoking at all my concerts\n  To the point by the end of the show i can hardly breathe (I can hardly breath)\n  So who's gonna roll some papers\n  Papers\n  Papers\n  (Don't smoke that sess, GC Kush the only option girl)\n  So who's gonna roll my papers\n  Papers\n  Papers\n  (Don't somke that ses, GC Kush the only option girl)\n\n  GR-IZ-ZL-YG-ANG\n  So be prepared to roll some weed\n  I'm rolling OCB's I brought from overseas\n  How bout we post up and blow these trees\n  Brought some Zig Zags she's so FC\n  I'm just wondering if you can roll one for me\n  She said oh indeed well OMG\n  I'm about to break down a whole OZ of some potent weed\n  Blow like a muther-fucking ocean breeze\n  G's up, like I'm supposed to be\n  UFO I'm higher than any jet and flyer than any plane\n  A guy who entertain\n  This is heavy why you riding with them lames?\n  Come and kick it in the sky for a change\n\n  Ay yo man I just wanna dedicate this song right here, to all the smokers worldwide, man, you know what I'm saying. Niggas who smoke that real shit that good shit, man. To all that other Niggas with strains an shit man, I don't fuck with this Grizzly City kush man, I swear to god I got iron lungs, man I can blow all the day man straight up. It's good indigo though, some sativa some shit you know how we smoke California man. Fuck around pop a lung or something, nigga. East Side, West side, North side, Mid West. For the smoking mill, for the smoking mill yeah come on. I've been everywhere, man, I smoked all kinds of weed man Snow Cap, you know what I mean Grand Daddy Purp, Blue Dream, Kim D, Hell Ban you know what I'm saying G 14, Sour Deez. Damn man, we CA man, we do this all day man we'll be higher that a motherfucker, man. Ay it's just a lifestyle out here, man. Ayo that's the kind of shit, you know what I'm saying, yall niggas only read about in magazines, man. We do this shit every day, man out in CA., you feel me?\n"}]