[{"id":8293451,"name":"Story Time","trackName":"Story Time","artistName":"Fivio Foreign","albumName":"Story Time","duration":162.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Huh, let me tell a little sad story about this young boy\nGrew up, no pops in the crib\nThat nigga momma workin'\nSo she couldn't really show him no love when he was a kid (AyoAA)\nHe didn't even mean to do that incident\nHe was only eighteen when he got caught that bid\nHe ain't know how jail, he ain't know how to move\nHe ain't know how to fight, he ain't know how to lose\nHe walked in the spot (spot)\nThey told him, \"Strip, cough, squat\" (uh)\nThe C.O. just told him that this is procedure\nBut he knew in his mind he was doin' a lot\nHe had to figure it out and then learn all the rules\nAnd then follow them, like it or not\nHe caught a new charge 'cause he had a little weed\nTryna sneak this shit in, it was right in his sock\nYeah, they had him intake for like a week\nThey hate his guts, they think he killed police\nThey made it super cold with the AC\nThey ain't give him no blanket, they ain't give him no sheets\nThey put him in a cell with a dirty ass sink\nHe couldn't think, he couldn't sleep\nThey gave him no soap to wash his ass\nThey ain't give him no toothpaste to brush his teeth (look)\nHe ain't know why they keep botherin' him\nHe was kinda scared, ain't wanna argue with 'em\nPacin' back and forth, they keep on followin' him\nCouldn't take it no more, and he finally hit him (yeah, look)\nThe C.O. done hit the button and they come\nAnd they helpin' him and run in and crack his ass\nHe just took a beatin' and unleashed the demon\nHe lookin' to grillin' and actin' bad\nHe ain't never been locked up before but he made up his mind\nHe like, \"Fuck it, if this how it start\"\nThey couldn't count him out 'cause anybody who know lil' homie\nKnow lil' homie got heart\nHe gon' adapt to his habitat, even if his habitat get dark (uh)\nHe was a lil' fish when he jumped in the water\nAnd then he grew into a shark (then he grew into a shark)\nTwo years later (uh), nine fights in, he found his religion\nHe started workin' out, takin' food, soups\nAnd respect 'cause this shit wasn't given\nHe wanted more for his life, he was sittin' in jail every night\nAnd his life wasn't hittin' (life wasn't hittin')\nAnd his life wasn't hittin' (his life wasn't hittin')\nAnd his life wasn't, look (nah)\nTwo years, he fought the case and he ain't worry 'bout it\nIn his mind he knew he ain't losin'\nHe got a paid lawyer, that's a good lawyer\nAnd that lawyer do know what he doin'\nThey wanna take it to trial, so he take it to trial\nBut that little nigga goin' through it (huh)\nHe was just holdin' it down for his mans\n'Cause he wasn't the one that was doin' the shootin' (bow)\nHe done copped out to this damn lie\nCall home and he found out his man died\nHe looked up to the sky like, \"Damn, why?\"\n'Cause he's locked in the cell and he can't slide\nAll hell break lose when that man cry\nYou can see the demon in his damn eyes\nThat nigga a vampire, hah (bow)\nIf he want you dead, then it's verified (bow)\nAnd he went back in his cell and he thought to himself\nLike, \"Damn, I feel a lil' stupid\"\nHe got a big gun in the crib\nBut he's stuck in the jam and he can't even use it\nHe want a re-trial and take back everything that he said\n'Cause he know he ain't do it\nLil' homie a real nigga, he done made a decision already\nAnd he stickin' to it\nUh, yeah, he stickin' to it, uh\nYeah, huh\nYeah, uh\nFivi, back, look","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.00] Huh, let me tell a little sad story about this young boy\n[00:14.88] Grew up, no pops in the crib\n[00:16.27] That nigga momma workin'\n[00:17.35] So she couldn't really show him no love when he was a kid (AyoAA)\n[00:19.80] He didn't even mean to do that incident\n[00:21.40] He was only eighteen when he got caught that bid\n[00:23.08] He ain't know how jail, he ain't know how to move\n[00:24.75] He ain't know how to fight, he ain't know how to lose\n[00:26.66] He walked in the spot (spot)\n[00:28.40] They told him, \"Strip, cough, squat\" (uh)\n[00:30.21] The C.O. just told him that this is procedure\n[00:31.76] But he knew in his mind he was doin' a lot\n[00:33.47] He had to figure it out and then learn all the rules\n[00:35.56] And then follow them, like it or not\n[00:37.01] He caught a new charge 'cause he had a little weed\n[00:38.62] Tryna sneak this shit in, it was right in his sock\n[00:40.36] Yeah, they had him intake for like a week\n[00:42.09] They hate his guts, they think he killed police\n[00:43.67] They made it super cold with the AC\n[00:45.38] They ain't give him no blanket, they ain't give him no sheets\n[00:47.20] They put him in a cell with a dirty ass sink\n[00:48.93] He couldn't think, he couldn't sleep\n[00:50.66] They gave him no soap to wash his ass\n[00:52.31] They ain't give him no toothpaste to brush his teeth (look)\n[00:54.16] He ain't know why they keep botherin' him\n[00:55.79] He was kinda scared, ain't wanna argue with 'em\n[00:57.44] Pacin' back and forth, they keep on followin' him\n[00:58.98] Couldn't take it no more, and he finally hit him (yeah, look)\n[01:00.90] The C.O. done hit the button and they come\n[01:02.43] And they helpin' him and run in and crack his ass\n[01:04.12] He just took a beatin' and unleashed the demon\n[01:05.88] He lookin' to grillin' and actin' bad\n[01:07.89] He ain't never been locked up before but he made up his mind\n[01:09.79] He like, \"Fuck it, if this how it start\"\n[01:11.23] They couldn't count him out 'cause anybody who know lil' homie\n[01:13.78] Know lil' homie got heart\n[01:14.74] He gon' adapt to his habitat, even if his habitat get dark (uh)\n[01:17.91] He was a lil' fish when he jumped in the water\n[01:19.95] And then he grew into a shark (then he grew into a shark)\n[01:22.23] Two years later (uh), nine fights in, he found his religion\n[01:25.18] He started workin' out, takin' food, soups\n[01:27.10] And respect 'cause this shit wasn't given\n[01:28.53] He wanted more for his life, he was sittin' in jail every night\n[01:31.03] And his life wasn't hittin' (life wasn't hittin')\n[01:32.88] And his life wasn't hittin' (his life wasn't hittin')\n[01:34.56] And his life wasn't, look (nah)\n[01:35.92] Two years, he fought the case and he ain't worry 'bout it\n[01:37.44] In his mind he knew he ain't losin'\n[01:38.77] He got a paid lawyer, that's a good lawyer\n[01:40.79] And that lawyer do know what he doin'\n[01:42.23] They wanna take it to trial, so he take it to trial\n[01:44.22] But that little nigga goin' through it (huh)\n[01:45.80] He was just holdin' it down for his mans\n[01:47.35] 'Cause he wasn't the one that was doin' the shootin' (bow)\n[01:49.17] He done copped out to this damn lie\n[01:50.76] Call home and he found out his man died\n[01:52.44] He looked up to the sky like, \"Damn, why?\"\n[01:54.11] 'Cause he's locked in the cell and he can't slide\n[01:55.88] All hell break lose when that man cry\n[01:57.57] You can see the demon in his damn eyes\n[01:59.30] That nigga a vampire, hah (bow)\n[02:01.16] If he want you dead, then it's verified (bow)\n[02:02.74] And he went back in his cell and he thought to himself\n[02:04.82] Like, \"Damn, I feel a lil' stupid\"\n[02:06.14] He got a big gun in the crib\n[02:07.83] But he's stuck in the jam and he can't even use it\n[02:09.62] He want a re-trial and take back everything that he said\n[02:11.81] 'Cause he know he ain't do it\n[02:12.76] Lil' homie a real nigga, he done made a decision already\n[02:15.29] And he stickin' to it\n[02:16.43] Uh, yeah, he stickin' to it, uh\n[02:21.55] Yeah, huh\n[02:25.83] Yeah, uh\n[02:30.92] Fivi, back, look","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Story Time\n artist: Fivio Foreign\n album: Story Time\n duration_ms: 162000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Huh, let me tell a little sad story about this young boy\n start_ms: 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a lot\n He had to figure it out and then learn all the rules\n And then follow them, like it or not\n He caught a new charge 'cause he had a little weed\n Tryna sneak this shit in, it was right in his sock\n Yeah, they had him intake for like a week\n They hate his guts, they think he killed police\n They made it super cold with the AC\n They ain't give him no blanket, they ain't give him no sheets\n They put him in a cell with a dirty ass sink\n He couldn't think, he couldn't sleep\n They gave him no soap to wash his ass\n They ain't give him no toothpaste to brush his teeth (look)\n He ain't know why they keep botherin' him\n He was kinda scared, ain't wanna argue with 'em\n Pacin' back and forth, they keep on followin' him\n Couldn't take it no more, and he finally hit him (yeah, look)\n The C.O. done hit the button and they come\n And they helpin' him and run in and crack his ass\n He just took a beatin' and unleashed the demon\n He lookin' to grillin' and actin' bad\n He ain't never been locked up before but he made up his mind\n He like, \"Fuck it, if this how it start\"\n They couldn't count him out 'cause anybody who know lil' homie\n Know lil' homie got heart\n He gon' adapt to his habitat, even if his habitat get dark (uh)\n He was a lil' fish when he jumped in the water\n And then he grew into a shark (then he grew into a shark)\n Two years later (uh), nine fights in, he found his religion\n He started workin' out, takin' food, soups\n And respect 'cause this shit wasn't given\n He wanted more for his life, he was sittin' in jail every night\n And his life wasn't hittin' (life wasn't hittin')\n And his life wasn't hittin' (his life wasn't hittin')\n And his life wasn't, look (nah)\n Two years, he fought the case and he ain't worry 'bout it\n In his mind he knew he ain't losin'\n He got a paid lawyer, that's a good lawyer\n And that lawyer do know what he doin'\n They wanna take it to trial, so he take it to trial\n But that little nigga goin' through it (huh)\n He was just holdin' it down for his mans\n 'Cause he wasn't the one that was doin' the shootin' (bow)\n He done copped out to this damn lie\n Call home and he found out his man died\n He looked up to the sky like, \"Damn, why?\"\n 'Cause he's locked in the cell and he can't slide\n All hell break lose when that man cry\n You can see the demon in his damn eyes\n That nigga a vampire, hah (bow)\n If he want you dead, then it's verified (bow)\n And he went back in his cell and he thought to himself\n Like, \"Damn, I feel a lil' stupid\"\n He got a big gun in the crib\n But he's stuck in the jam and he can't even use it\n He want a re-trial and take back everything that he said\n 'Cause he know he ain't do it\n Lil' homie a real nigga, he done made a decision already\n And he stickin' to it\n Uh, yeah, he stickin' to it, uh\n Yeah, huh\n Yeah, uh\n Fivi, back, look\n"},{"id":30813468,"name":"Story Time","trackName":"Story Time","artistName":"Fivio Foreign","albumName":"Story Time","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Huh\n\nLet me tell a little sad story about this young boy\nGrew up, no pops in the crib\nThat nigga momma workin'\nSo she couldn't really show him no love when he was a kid (AyoAA)\n\nHe didn't even mean to do that incident\nHe was only 18 when he got caught that bid\nHe in and out of jail, he ain't know how to move\nHe ain't know how to fight, he ain't know how to lose\n\nHe walked in the spot (spot)\nThey told him, \"Strip, cough, squat\" (uh)\nThe C.O. just told him that this is procedure\nBut he knew in his mind that he was doin' a lot (uh)\n\nHe had to figure it out and then learn all the rules\nAnd then follow them, like it or not\nHe caught a new charge 'cause he had a little weed\nTryna sneak this shit in, it was right in his sock (ha-ha)\n\nThey had him intake for like a week\nThey hate his guts, they think he killed police\nThey made it super cold with the AC\nThey ain't give him no blanket, they ain't give him no sheets\n\nThey put him in a cell with a dirty ass sink\nHe couldn't think, he couldn't sleep\nThey gave him no soap to wash his ass\nThey ain't give him no toothpaste to brush his teeth, look\n\nHe ain't know why they keep botherin' him\nHe was kinda scared, ain't wanna argue with him\nPacin' back and forth, they keep on followin' him\nCouldn't take it no more, and he finally hit him (yeah, look)\n\nThe C.O. done hit the button\nAnd they come and they helpin' him and run in and crack his ass\nHe just took a beatin' and unleashed the demon\nHe lookin' to grillin' and actin' bad\n\nHe ain't never been locked up before, but he made up his mind\nHe like, \"Fuck it, if this how it start\"\nThey couldn't count him out\n'Cause anybody who know lil' homie, know lil' homie got heart\n\nHe gon' adapt to his habitat, even if his habitat get dark (uh)\nHe was a lil' fish when he jumped in the water\nAnd then he grew into a shark (then he grew into a shark)\n\nTwo years later (uh), nine fights in, he found his religion\nHe started workin' out, takin' food, soups and respect 'cause this shit wasn't given\nHe wanted more for his life, he was sittin' in jail every night\nAnd his life wasn't hittin' (life wasn't hittin')\n\nAnd his life wasn't hittin' (his life wasn't hittin')\nAnd his life wasn't, look (nah)\nTwo years, he fought the case, and he ain't worry 'bout it\nIn his mind, he knew he ain't losin'\nHe got a paid lawyer, that's a good lawyer\nAnd that lawyer do know what he doin'\n\nThey wanna take it to trial, so he take it to trial\nBut that little nigga goin' through it (huh)\nHe was just holdin' it down for his man's\n'Cause he wasn't the one that was doin' the shootin' (bow)\n\nHe didn't cop out to this damn lie\nCall home and found out his man died\nHe looked up to the sky like, \"Damn, why?\"\n'Cause he's locked in the cell, and he can't slide\n\nAll hell break loose when that man cry\nYou can see the demon in his damn eyes\nThat nigga a vampire, hah (baow!)\nIf he want you dead, then it's verified (baow!)\n\nAnd he went back in his cell and he thought to himself like, \"Damn, I feel a lil' stupid\"\nHe got a big gun in the crib, but he's stuck in the jam, and he can't even use it\nHe want a re-trial and take back everything that he said 'cause he know he ain't do it\nLil' homie a real nigga, he done made a decision already and he stickin' to it (uh, woo)\nYeah, huh, he stickin' to it, uh\n\nYeah, huh, huh\nYeah, uh\nFivi, back, look","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.33] Huh\n[00:12.82] Let me tell a little sad story about this young boy\n[00:14.84] Grew up, no pops in the crib\n[00:16.40] That nigga momma workin'\n[00:17.58] So she couldn't really show him no love when he was a kid (AyoAA)\n[00:20.08] He didn't even mean to do that incident\n[00:21.62] He was only 18 when he got caught that bid\n[00:23.23] He in and out of jail, he ain't know how to move\n[00:24.82] He ain't know how to fight, he ain't know how to lose\n[00:26.71] He walked in the spot (spot)\n[00:28.69] They told him, \"Strip, cough, squat\" (uh)\n[00:30.01] The C.O. just told him that this is procedure\n[00:31.63] But he knew in his mind that he was doin' a lot (uh)\n[00:33.68] He had to figure it out and then learn all the rules\n[00:35.55] And then follow them, like it or not\n[00:36.92] He caught a new charge 'cause he had a little weed\n[00:38.52] Tryna sneak this shit in, it was right in his sock (ha-ha)\n[00:40.48] They had him intake for like a week\n[00:42.19] They hate his guts, they think he killed police\n[00:43.60] They made it super cold with the AC\n[00:45.43] They ain't give him no blanket, they ain't give him no sheets\n[00:47.26] They put him in a cell with a dirty ass sink\n[00:48.96] He couldn't think, he couldn't sleep\n[00:50.79] They gave him no soap to wash his ass\n[00:52.12] They ain't give him no toothpaste to brush his teeth, look\n[00:54.18] He ain't know why they keep botherin' him\n[00:55.78] He was kinda scared, ain't wanna argue with him\n[00:57.36] Pacin' back and forth, they keep on followin' him\n[00:58.93] Couldn't take it no more, and he finally hit him (yeah, look)\n[01:01.03] The C.O. done hit the button\n[01:02.34] And they come and they helpin' him and run in and crack his ass\n[01:04.27] He just took a beatin' and unleashed the demon\n[01:05.85] He lookin' to grillin' and actin' bad\n[01:07.80] He ain't never been locked up before, but he made up his mind\n[01:09.79] He like, \"Fuck it, if this how it start\"\n[01:11.13] They couldn't count him out\n[01:11.96] 'Cause anybody who know lil' homie, know lil' homie got heart\n[01:14.41] He gon' adapt to his habitat, even if his habitat get dark (uh)\n[01:18.08] He was a lil' fish when he jumped in the water\n[01:19.68] And then he grew into a shark (then he grew into a shark)\n[01:22.11] Two years later (uh), nine fights in, he found his religion\n[01:25.07] He started workin' out, takin' food, soups and respect 'cause this shit wasn't given\n[01:28.40] He wanted more for his life, he was sittin' in jail every night\n[01:30.85] And his life wasn't hittin' (life wasn't hittin')\n[01:32.14] And his life wasn't hittin' (his life wasn't hittin')\n[01:34.35] And his life wasn't, look (nah)\n[01:35.47] Two years, he fought the case, and he ain't worry 'bout it\n[01:37.37] In his mind, he knew he ain't losin'\n[01:38.94] He got a paid lawyer, that's a good lawyer\n[01:40.87] And that lawyer do know what he doin'\n[01:42.27] They wanna take it to trial, so he take it to trial\n[01:44.08] But that little nigga goin' through it (huh)\n[01:45.63] He was just holdin' it down for his man's\n[01:47.03] 'Cause he wasn't the one that was doin' the shootin' (bow)\n[01:49.08] He didn't cop out to this damn lie\n[01:50.46] Call home and found out his man died\n[01:52.32] He looked up to the sky like, \"Damn, why?\"\n[01:53.97] 'Cause he's locked in the cell, and he can't slide\n[01:55.62] All hell break loose when that man cry\n[01:57.36] You can see the demon in his damn eyes\n[01:59.20] That nigga a vampire, hah (baow!)\n[02:00.67] If he want you dead, then it's verified (baow!)\n[02:02.63] And he went back in his cell and he thought to himself like, \"Damn, I feel a lil' stupid\"\n[02:06.26] He got a big gun in the crib, but he's stuck in the jam, and he can't even use it\n[02:09.67] He want a re-trial and take back everything that he said 'cause he know he ain't do it\n[02:12.71] Lil' homie a real nigga, he done made a decision already and he stickin' to it (uh, woo)\n[02:18.09] Yeah, huh, he stickin' to it, uh\n[02:21.73] Yeah, huh, huh\n[02:26.13] Yeah, uh\n[02:30.77] Fivi, back, look\n[02:34.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Story Time\n artist: Fivio Foreign\n album: Story Time\n duration_ms: 166000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Huh\n start_ms: 12330\n end_ms: 12820\n- text: Let me tell a little sad story about this young boy\n start_ms: 12820\n end_ms: 14840\n- 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little weed\n Tryna sneak this shit in, it was right in his sock (ha-ha)\n\n They had him intake for like a week\n They hate his guts, they think he killed police\n They made it super cold with the AC\n They ain't give him no blanket, they ain't give him no sheets\n\n They put him in a cell with a dirty ass sink\n He couldn't think, he couldn't sleep\n They gave him no soap to wash his ass\n They ain't give him no toothpaste to brush his teeth, look\n\n He ain't know why they keep botherin' him\n He was kinda scared, ain't wanna argue with him\n Pacin' back and forth, they keep on followin' him\n Couldn't take it no more, and he finally hit him (yeah, look)\n\n The C.O. done hit the button\n And they come and they helpin' him and run in and crack his ass\n He just took a beatin' and unleashed the demon\n He lookin' to grillin' and actin' bad\n\n He ain't never been locked up before, but he made up his mind\n He like, \"Fuck it, if this how it start\"\n They couldn't count him out\n 'Cause anybody who know lil' homie, know lil' homie got heart\n\n He gon' adapt to his habitat, even if his habitat get dark (uh)\n He was a lil' fish when he jumped in the water\n And then he grew into a shark (then he grew into a shark)\n\n Two years later (uh), nine fights in, he found his religion\n He started workin' out, takin' food, soups and respect 'cause this shit wasn't given\n He wanted more for his life, he was sittin' in jail every night\n And his life wasn't hittin' (life wasn't hittin')\n\n And his life wasn't hittin' (his life wasn't hittin')\n And his life wasn't, look (nah)\n Two years, he fought the case, and he ain't worry 'bout it\n In his mind, he knew he ain't losin'\n He got a paid lawyer, that's a good lawyer\n And that lawyer do know what he doin'\n\n They wanna take it to trial, so he take it to trial\n But that little nigga goin' through it (huh)\n He was just holdin' it down for his man's\n 'Cause he wasn't the one that was doin' the shootin' (bow)\n\n He 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tell a little sad story about this young boy\nGrew up, no pops in the crib\nThat nigga momma workin'\nSo she couldn't really show him no love when he was a kid (AyoAA)\n\nHe didn't even mean to do that incident\nHe was only 18 when he got caught that bid\nHe in and out of jail, he ain't know how to move\nHe ain't know how to fight, he ain't know how to lose\n\nHe walked in the spot (spot)\nThey told him, \"Strip, cough, squat\" (uh)\nThe C.O. just told him that this is procedure\nBut he knew in his mind that he was doin' a lot (uh)\n\nHe had to figure it out and then learn all the rules\nAnd then follow them, like it or not\nHe caught a new charge 'cause he had a little weed\nTryna sneak this shit in, it was right in his sock (ha-ha)\n\nThey had him intake for like a week\nThey hate his guts, they think he killed police\nThey made it super cold with the AC\nThey ain't give him no blanket, they ain't give him no sheets\n\nThey put him in a cell with a dirty ass sink\nHe couldn't think, 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respect 'cause this shit wasn't given\nHe wanted more for his life, he was sittin' in jail every night\nAnd his life wasn't hittin' (life wasn't hittin')\n\nAnd his life wasn't hittin' (his life wasn't hittin')\nAnd his life wasn't, look (nah)\nTwo years, he fought the case, and he ain't worry 'bout it\nIn his mind, he knew he ain't losin'\nHe got a paid lawyer, that's a good lawyer\nAnd that lawyer do know what he doin'\n\nThey wanna take it to trial, so he take it to trial\nBut that little nigga goin' through it (huh)\nHe was just holdin' it down for his man's\n'Cause he wasn't the one that was doin' the shootin' (bow)\n\nHe didn't cop out to this damn lie\nCall home and found out his man died\nHe looked up to the sky like, \"Damn, why?\"\n'Cause he's locked in the cell, and he can't slide\n\nAll hell break loose when that man cry\nYou can see the demon in his damn eyes\nThat nigga a vampire, hah (baow!)\nIf he want you dead, then it's verified (baow!)\n\nAnd he went back in his cell 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him\n[00:58.93] Couldn't take it no more, and he finally hit him (yeah, look)\n[01:01.03] The C.O. done hit the button\n[01:02.34] And they come and they helpin' him and run in and crack his ass\n[01:04.27] He just took a beatin' and unleashed the demon\n[01:05.85] He lookin' to grillin' and actin' bad\n[01:07.80] He ain't never been locked up before, but he made up his mind\n[01:09.79] He like, \"Fuck it, if this how it start\"\n[01:11.13] They couldn't count him out\n[01:11.96] 'Cause anybody who know lil' homie, know lil' homie got heart\n[01:14.41] He gon' adapt to his habitat, even if his habitat get dark (uh)\n[01:18.08] He was a lil' fish when he jumped in the water\n[01:19.68] And then he grew into a shark (then he grew into a shark)\n[01:22.11] Two years later (uh), nine fights in, he found his religion\n[01:25.07] He started workin' out, takin' food, soups and respect 'cause this shit wasn't given\n[01:28.40] He wanted more for his life, he was sittin' in jail every night\n[01:30.85] And his life wasn't hittin' (life wasn't hittin')\n[01:32.14] And his life wasn't hittin' (his life wasn't hittin')\n[01:34.35] And his life wasn't, look (nah)\n[01:35.47] Two years, he fought the case, and he ain't worry 'bout it\n[01:37.37] In his mind, he knew he ain't losin'\n[01:38.94] He got a paid lawyer, that's a good lawyer\n[01:40.87] And that lawyer do know what he doin'\n[01:42.27] They wanna take it to trial, so he take it to trial\n[01:44.08] But that little nigga goin' through it (huh)\n[01:45.63] He was just holdin' it down for his man's\n[01:47.03] 'Cause he wasn't the one that was doin' the shootin' (bow)\n[01:49.08] He didn't cop out to this damn lie\n[01:50.46] Call home and found out his man died\n[01:52.32] He looked up to the sky like, \"Damn, why?\"\n[01:53.97] 'Cause he's locked in the cell, and he can't slide\n[01:55.62] All hell break loose when that man cry\n[01:57.36] You can see the demon in his damn eyes\n[01:59.20] That nigga a vampire, hah (baow!)\n[02:00.67] If he want you dead, then it's verified (baow!)\n[02:02.63] And he went back in his cell and he thought to himself like, \"Damn, I feel a lil' stupid\"\n[02:06.26] He got a big gun in the crib, but he's stuck in the jam, and he can't even use it\n[02:09.67] He want a re-trial and take back everything that he said 'cause he know he ain't do it\n[02:12.71] Lil' homie a real nigga, he done made a decision already and he stickin' to it (uh, woo)\n[02:18.09] Yeah, huh, he stickin' to it, uh\n[02:21.73] Yeah, huh, huh\n[02:26.13] Yeah, uh\n[02:30.77] Fivi, back, look\n[02:34.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Story Time\n artist: Fivio Foreign\n album: Story Time - Single\n duration_ms: 162000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Huh\n start_ms: 12330\n end_ms: 12820\n- text: Let me tell a little sad story about this young boy\n start_ms: 12820\n end_ms: 14840\n- text: Grew up, no pops in the crib\n start_ms: 14840\n end_ms: 16400\n- text: That nigga momma workin'\n start_ms: 16400\n end_ms: 17580\n- text: So she couldn't really show him no love when he was a kid (AyoAA)\n start_ms: 17580\n end_ms: 20080\n- text: He didn't even mean to do that incident\n start_ms: 20080\n end_ms: 21620\n- text: He was only 18 when he got caught that bid\n start_ms: 21620\n end_ms: 23230\n- text: He in and out of jail, he ain't know how to move\n start_ms: 23230\n end_ms: 24820\n- text: He ain't know how to fight, he ain't know how to lose\n start_ms: 24820\n end_ms: 26710\n- text: He walked in the spot (spot)\n start_ms: 26710\n end_ms: 28690\n- text: They told him, \"Strip, cough, squat\" (uh)\n start_ms: 28690\n end_ms: 30010\n- text: The C.O. just told him that this is procedure\n start_ms: 30010\n end_ms: 31630\n- text: But he knew in his mind that he was doin' a lot (uh)\n start_ms: 31630\n end_ms: 33680\n- text: He had to figure it out and then learn all the rules\n start_ms: 33680\n end_ms: 35550\n- text: And then follow them, like it or not\n start_ms: 35550\n end_ms: 36920\n- text: He caught a new charge 'cause he had a little weed\n start_ms: 36920\n end_ms: 38520\n- text: Tryna sneak this shit in, it was right in his sock (ha-ha)\n start_ms: 38520\n end_ms: 40480\n- text: They had him intake for like a week\n start_ms: 40480\n end_ms: 42190\n- text: They hate his guts, they think he killed police\n start_ms: 42190\n end_ms: 43600\n- text: They made it super cold with the AC\n start_ms: 43600\n end_ms: 45430\n- text: They ain't give him no blanket, they ain't give him no sheets\n start_ms: 45430\n end_ms: 47260\n- text: They put him in a cell with a dirty ass sink\n start_ms: 47260\n end_ms: 48960\n- text: He couldn't think, he couldn't sleep\n start_ms: 48960\n end_ms: 50790\n- text: They gave him no soap to wash his ass\n start_ms: 50790\n end_ms: 52120\n- text: They ain't give him no toothpaste to brush his teeth, look\n start_ms: 52120\n end_ms: 54180\n- text: He ain't know why they keep botherin' him\n start_ms: 54180\n end_ms: 55780\n- text: He was kinda scared, ain't wanna argue with him\n start_ms: 55780\n end_ms: 57360\n- text: Pacin' back and forth, they keep on followin' him\n start_ms: 57360\n end_ms: 58930\n- text: Couldn't take it no more, and he finally hit him (yeah, look)\n start_ms: 58930\n end_ms: 61030\n- text: The C.O. done hit the button\n start_ms: 61030\n end_ms: 62340\n- text: And they come and they helpin' him and run in and crack his ass\n start_ms: 62340\n end_ms: 64270\n- text: He just took a beatin' and unleashed the demon\n start_ms: 64270\n end_ms: 65850\n- text: He lookin' to grillin' and actin' bad\n start_ms: 65850\n end_ms: 67800\n- text: He ain't never been locked up before, but he made up his mind\n start_ms: 67800\n end_ms: 69790\n- text: He like, \"Fuck it, if this how it start\"\n start_ms: 69790\n end_ms: 71130\n- text: They couldn't count him out\n start_ms: 71130\n end_ms: 71960\n- text: '''Cause anybody who know lil'' homie, know lil'' homie got heart'\n start_ms: 71960\n end_ms: 74410\n- text: He gon' adapt to his habitat, even if his habitat get dark (uh)\n start_ms: 74410\n end_ms: 78080\n- text: He was a lil' fish when he jumped in the water\n start_ms: 78080\n end_ms: 79680\n- text: And then he grew into a shark (then he grew into a shark)\n start_ms: 79680\n end_ms: 82110\n- text: Two years later (uh), nine fights in, he found his religion\n start_ms: 82110\n end_ms: 85070\n- text: He started workin' out, takin' food, soups and respect 'cause this shit wasn't given\n start_ms: 85070\n end_ms: 88400\n- text: He wanted more for his life, he was sittin' in jail every night\n start_ms: 88400\n end_ms: 90850\n- text: And his life wasn't hittin' (life wasn't hittin')\n start_ms: 90850\n end_ms: 92140\n- text: And his life wasn't hittin' (his life wasn't hittin')\n start_ms: 92140\n end_ms: 94350\n- text: And his life wasn't, look (nah)\n start_ms: 94350\n end_ms: 95470\n- text: Two years, he fought the case, and he ain't worry 'bout it\n start_ms: 95470\n end_ms: 97370\n- text: In his mind, he knew he ain't losin'\n start_ms: 97370\n end_ms: 98940\n- text: He got a paid lawyer, that's a good lawyer\n start_ms: 98940\n end_ms: 100870\n- text: And that lawyer do know what he doin'\n start_ms: 100870\n end_ms: 102270\n- text: They wanna take it to trial, so he take it to trial\n start_ms: 102270\n end_ms: 104080\n- text: But that little nigga goin' through it (huh)\n start_ms: 104080\n end_ms: 105630\n- text: He was just holdin' it down for his man's\n start_ms: 105630\n end_ms: 107030\n- text: '''Cause he wasn''t the one that was doin'' the shootin'' (bow)'\n start_ms: 107030\n end_ms: 109080\n- text: He didn't cop out to this damn lie\n start_ms: 109080\n end_ms: 110460\n- text: Call home and found out his man died\n start_ms: 110460\n end_ms: 112320\n- text: He looked up to the sky like, \"Damn, why?\"\n start_ms: 112320\n end_ms: 113970\n- text: '''Cause he''s locked in the cell, and he can''t slide'\n start_ms: 113970\n end_ms: 115620\n- text: All hell break loose when that man cry\n start_ms: 115620\n end_ms: 117360\n- text: You can see the demon in his damn eyes\n start_ms: 117360\n end_ms: 119200\n- text: That nigga a vampire, hah (baow!)\n start_ms: 119200\n end_ms: 120670\n- text: If he want you dead, then it's verified (baow!)\n start_ms: 120670\n end_ms: 122630\n- text: And he went back in his cell and he thought to himself like, \"Damn, I feel a lil' stupid\"\n start_ms: 122630\n end_ms: 126260\n- text: He got a big gun in the crib, but he's stuck in the jam, and he can't even use it\n start_ms: 126260\n end_ms: 129670\n- text: He want a re-trial and take back everything that he said 'cause he know he ain't do it\n start_ms: 129670\n end_ms: 132710\n- text: Lil' homie a real nigga, he done made a decision already and he stickin' to it (uh, woo)\n start_ms: 132710\n end_ms: 138090\n- text: Yeah, huh, he stickin' to it, uh\n start_ms: 138090\n end_ms: 141730\n- text: Yeah, huh, huh\n start_ms: 141730\n end_ms: 146130\n- text: Yeah, uh\n start_ms: 146130\n end_ms: 150770\n- text: Fivi, back, look\n start_ms: 150770\n end_ms: 154120\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 154120\nplain: |-\n Huh\n\n Let me tell a little sad story about this young boy\n Grew up, no pops in the crib\n That nigga momma workin'\n So she couldn't really show him no love when he was a kid (AyoAA)\n\n He didn't even mean to do that incident\n He was only 18 when he got caught that bid\n He in and out of jail, he ain't know how to move\n He ain't know how to fight, he ain't know how to lose\n\n He walked in the spot (spot)\n They told him, \"Strip, cough, squat\" (uh)\n The C.O. just told him that this is procedure\n But he knew in his mind that he was doin' a lot (uh)\n\n He had to figure it out and then learn all the rules\n And then follow them, like it or not\n He caught a new charge 'cause he had a little weed\n Tryna sneak this shit in, it was right in his sock (ha-ha)\n\n They had him intake for like a week\n They hate his guts, they think he killed police\n They made it super cold with the AC\n They ain't give him no blanket, they ain't give him no sheets\n\n They put him in a cell with a dirty ass sink\n He couldn't think, he couldn't sleep\n They gave him no soap to wash his ass\n They ain't give him no toothpaste to brush his teeth, look\n\n He ain't know why they keep botherin' him\n He was kinda scared, ain't wanna argue with him\n Pacin' back and forth, they keep on followin' him\n Couldn't take it no more, and he finally hit him (yeah, look)\n\n The C.O. done hit the button\n And they come and they helpin' him and run in and crack his ass\n He just took a beatin' and unleashed the demon\n He lookin' to grillin' and actin' bad\n\n He ain't never been locked up before, but he made up his mind\n He like, \"Fuck it, if this how it start\"\n They couldn't count him out\n 'Cause anybody who know lil' homie, know lil' homie got heart\n\n He gon' adapt to his habitat, even if his habitat get dark (uh)\n He was a lil' fish when he jumped in the water\n And then he grew into a shark (then he grew into a shark)\n\n Two years later (uh), nine fights in, he found his religion\n He started workin' out, takin' food, soups and respect 'cause this shit wasn't given\n He wanted more for his life, he was sittin' in jail every night\n And his life wasn't hittin' (life wasn't hittin')\n\n And his life wasn't hittin' (his life wasn't hittin')\n And his life wasn't, look (nah)\n Two years, he fought the case, and he ain't worry 'bout it\n In his mind, he knew he ain't losin'\n He got a paid lawyer, that's a good lawyer\n And that lawyer do know what he doin'\n\n They wanna take it to trial, so he take it to trial\n But that little nigga goin' through it (huh)\n He was just holdin' it down for his man's\n 'Cause he wasn't the one that was doin' the shootin' (bow)\n\n He didn't cop out to this damn lie\n Call home and found out his man died\n He looked up to the sky like, \"Damn, why?\"\n 'Cause he's locked in the cell, and he can't slide\n\n All hell break loose when that man cry\n You can see the demon in his damn eyes\n That nigga a vampire, hah (baow!)\n If he want you dead, then it's verified (baow!)\n\n And he went back in his cell and he thought to himself like, \"Damn, I feel a lil' stupid\"\n He got a big gun in the crib, but he's stuck in the jam, and he can't even use it\n He want a re-trial and take back everything that he said 'cause he know he ain't do it\n Lil' homie a real nigga, he done made a decision already and he stickin' to it (uh, woo)\n Yeah, huh, he stickin' to it, uh\n\n Yeah, huh, huh\n Yeah, uh\n Fivi, back, look\n"},{"id":16993840,"name":"08 Fivio Foreign - Story Time","trackName":"08 Fivio Foreign - Story Time","artistName":"Dj S.R.","albumName":"The Orgasm Effect 14","duration":162.037551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fivio foreign\nShe doing a lot\nHe splitting in a cold spot\nI told him it was gonna be bad but he knew he was going a lot\nI said I don't care if he like it or not\nHe had a little weed and try to stick it into his socks\nThat nigga had a bad experience but he knew he was doing a lot\nNon616\nHe went on top the billboards and he fill-in golden\nYoung kid was super heartless\nHe died for a new life but he was already heartless\nThere ain't no more wonds so yeah yeah yeah\nWe pull up on his block for nothing we got no choppa\nI ain't own this block for nothing yeah yeah yeah\nWe make him run yeah yeah yeah\nIt rained I ain't know when it comin back yeah yeah yeah\nThe rain made it look like some tears on the ground\nWe said there no rain no more\nThere's only flames in this bitch\nBut I'm feeling good","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 08 Fivio Foreign - Story Time\n artist: Dj S.R.\n album: The Orgasm Effect 14\n duration_ms: 162038\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Fivio foreign\n She doing a lot\n He splitting in a cold spot\n I told him it was gonna be bad but he knew he was going a lot\n I said I don't care if he like it or not\n He had a little weed and try to stick it into his socks\n That nigga had a bad experience but he knew he was doing a lot\n Non616\n He went on top the billboards and he fill-in golden\n Young kid was super heartless\n He died for a new life but he was already heartless\n There ain't no more wonds so yeah yeah yeah\n We pull up on his block for nothing we got no choppa\n I ain't own this block for nothing yeah yeah yeah\n We make him run yeah yeah yeah\n It rained I ain't know when it comin back yeah yeah yeah\n The rain made it look like some tears on the ground\n We said there no rain no more\n There's only flames in this bitch\n But I'm feeling good\n"}]