[{"id":29470035,"name":"Solo","trackName":"Solo","artistName":"Frank Ocean","albumName":"Frank Ocean","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hand me a towel I'm dirty dancing by myself\nGone off tabs of that acid\nForm me a circle, watch my jagger\nMight lose my jacket and hit a solo\nOne time\nWe too loud in public then police turned down the function\nNow we outside and the timing's perfect\nForgot to tell you, gotta tell you how much I vibe with you\nAnd we don't gotta be solo\nNow stay away from highways\nMy eyes like them red lights\nRight now I prefer yellow\nRed-bone, so mellow\nFuck 'round, be cutting you\nThink we were better off solo\nI got that act right in the Windy city that night\nNo trees to blow through\nBut blow me and I owe you\nTwo grams when the sunrise\nSmoking good, rolling solo\n\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo\nS-solo, solo\nS-solo, solo\nIt's hell on Earth and the city's on fire\nInhale, inhale, that's heaven\nThere's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky\nInhale, inhale, that's heaven\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo\n\nI'm skipping showers and switching socks, sleeping good and long\nBones feeling dense as fuck, wish a nigga would cross\nAnd catch a solo, on time\nWhite leaf on my boxers, green leaf turn to vapors for the low\nAnd that mean cheap, cause ain't shit free and I know it\nEven love ain't, cause it's enough cost, that clinic kill my soul\nBut you gotta hit the pussy raw though\nNow your baby momma ain't so vicious, all she want is her Pickett fence\nAnd you protest and you picket sign, but them courts won't side with you\nWon't let you fly solo\nI wanted that act right in Colorado that night\nI brought trees to blow through, but it's just me and no you\nStayed up 'til my phone died, smoking big, rolling solo\n\nIt's hell on Earth and the city's on fire\nInhale, inhale, that's heaven\nThere's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky\nInhale, inhale, that's heaven\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo\nBy myself\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo\n(By myself, by myself)\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.05] Hand me a towel I'm dirty dancing by myself\n[00:02.42] Gone off tabs of that acid\n[00:04.51] Form me a circle, watch my jagger\n[00:06.92] Might lose my jacket and hit a solo\n[00:10.79] One time\n[00:14.07] We too loud in public then police turned down the function\n[00:16.95] Now we outside and the timing's perfect\n[00:18.55] Forgot to tell you, gotta tell you how much I vibe with you\n[00:22.81] And we don't gotta be solo\n[00:27.85] Now stay away from highways\n[00:29.50] My eyes like them red lights\n[00:31.38] Right now I prefer yellow\n[00:33.26] Red-bone, so mellow\n[00:34.88] Fuck 'round, be cutting you\n[00:37.54] Think we were better off solo\n[00:41.38] I got that act right in the Windy city that night\n[00:45.12] No trees to blow through\n[00:46.75] But blow me and I owe you\n[00:48.66] Two grams when the sunrise\n[00:51.51] Smoking good, rolling solo\n[00:54.85] Solo, solo\n[00:59.65] Solo, solo\n[01:02.53] S-solo, solo\n[01:05.78] S-solo, solo\n[01:10.55] It's hell on Earth and the city's on fire\n[01:14.09] Inhale, inhale, that's heaven\n[01:17.52] There's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky\n[01:21.24] Inhale, inhale, that's heaven\n[01:24.98] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:30.21] \n[01:32.25] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:38.36] \n[01:40.93] Solo, solo\n[01:48.13] Solo, solo\n[01:53.88] I'm skipping showers and switching socks, sleeping good and long\n[01:57.75] Bones feeling dense as fuck, wish a nigga would cross\n[02:01.55] And catch a solo, on time\n[02:08.17] White leaf on my boxers, green leaf turn to vapors for the low\n[02:12.43] And that mean cheap, cause ain't shit free and I know it\n[02:15.51] Even love ain't, cause it's enough cost, that clinic kill my soul\n[02:19.31] But you gotta hit the pussy raw though\n[02:22.54] Now your baby momma ain't so vicious, all she want is her Pickett fence\n[02:26.36] And you protest and you picket sign, but them courts won't side with you\n[02:30.13] Won't let you fly solo\n[02:35.72] I wanted that act right in Colorado that night\n[02:39.33] I brought trees to blow through, but it's just me and no you\n[02:42.71] Stayed up 'til my phone died, smoking big, rolling solo\n[02:51.27] It's hell on Earth and the city's on fire\n[02:54.02] Inhale, inhale, that's heaven\n[02:57.93] There's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky\n[03:01.13] Inhale, inhale, that's heaven\n[03:04.98] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:12.05] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:21.19] Solo, solo\n[03:27.64] Solo, solo\n[03:28.99] By myself\n[03:31.27] Solo, solo\n[03:34.78] Solo, solo\n[03:36.88] (By myself, by myself)\n[03:39.10] Solo, solo\n[03:41.43] \n[03:45.43] Solo, solo\n[03:45.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Solo\n artist: Frank Ocean\n album: Frank Ocean\n duration_ms: 257000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hand me a towel I'm dirty dancing by 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highways\n My eyes like them red lights\n Right now I prefer yellow\n Red-bone, so mellow\n Fuck 'round, be cutting you\n Think we were better off solo\n I got that act right in the Windy city that night\n No trees to blow through\n But blow me and I owe you\n Two grams when the sunrise\n Smoking good, rolling solo\n\n Solo, solo\n Solo, solo\n S-solo, solo\n S-solo, solo\n It's hell on Earth and the city's on fire\n Inhale, inhale, that's heaven\n There's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky\n Inhale, inhale, that's heaven\n Oh, oh, oh, oh\n Oh, oh, oh, oh\n Solo, solo\n Solo, solo\n\n I'm skipping showers and switching socks, sleeping good and long\n Bones feeling dense as fuck, wish a nigga would cross\n And catch a solo, on time\n White leaf on my boxers, green leaf turn to vapors for the low\n And that mean cheap, cause ain't shit free and I know it\n Even love ain't, cause it's enough cost, that clinic kill my soul\n But you gotta hit the pussy raw though\n Now your baby momma ain't so vicious, all she want is her Pickett fence\n And you protest and you picket sign, but them courts won't side with you\n Won't let you fly solo\n I wanted that act right in Colorado that night\n I brought trees to blow through, but it's just me and no you\n Stayed up 'til my phone died, smoking big, rolling solo\n\n It's hell on Earth and the city's on fire\n Inhale, inhale, that's heaven\n There's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky\n Inhale, inhale, that's heaven\n Oh, oh, oh, oh\n Oh, oh, oh, oh\n Solo, solo\n Solo, solo\n By myself\n Solo, solo\n Solo, solo\n (By myself, by myself)\n Solo, solo\n Solo, solo\n"},{"id":38563181,"name":"Biking (Solo)","trackName":"Biking (Solo)","artistName":"Frank Ocean","albumName":"Frank Ocean","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it\nRaf movin' slow like a creep\nShirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'\nAnd I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't–)\nWhen's the last time I asked for some help that\nI couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?\nI couldn't get from nobody out there (I can't–)\nWhen's the last time I asked for some help that\nI couldn't get from nobody else, yeah? Nobody\n\nI don't get weak in the knees\nHundreds spread out like a fan\nVert feel like some Gucci sandals\nOpen the sky, get a handful\nTorso marked up like a vandal\nHow you not fuckin' with cash?\nGod gave you what you could handle\nGave you what you could handle\nI got the grip like the handle, and I'm bikin'\nI'm bikin' with me and my Daniel\nHades got the angels\nTV's got the angles, I'm brakin'\nGot–\n\nBikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo\nMaybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'\nI'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s\nHow can I be burr around L.A. coast?\nThe diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch\nOn my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast\nThe first wedding that I've been in my twenties\nThinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own\nMaybe the government got nothin' to do with it\nThinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes\nThink I want me a lil' one that look like my clone\nMe and my baby can't do on our own\nI landed a trick, got my impossibles\nI'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose\n24 hours like they never close\nI'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah\nSince Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson (Ooh)\nI'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (Obstacles)\nI'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod\nSavage, is bikin', yeah\n\nTransition lightning (Ascending)\nAshes and remnants of ballers\nBody that's gutted\nA Bentley that used to be flawless\nI'm high up, the raindrops keep fallin'\nScattered, the showers\nDon't scaffold the towers\nI'm up, mom, I promise\nIn class with the honors\nNo cheat like I'm honest\nAnd how did I become so accomplished?\n'Cause I don't see foes\nI just see a code, I just see a hole\nChinks in your armor\nLike Pac in the Hummer\nLike Jigga in the summer\nLeft the house like Obama\nHit the road like a runner\nHit the road like Road Runner\nI'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bik–\n\nI don't get weak in the knees\nHundreds spread out like a fan\nVert feel like some Gucci sandals\nOpen the sky, get a handful\nTorso marked up like a vandal\nHow you not fuckin' with cash?\nGod gave you what you could handle\nGave you what you could handle\nI got the grip like the handle, and I'm bikin'\nI'm bikin' with me and my Daniel\nHades got the angels\nTV's got the angles, I'm brakin'\n\nGot, got me fucked up\nGot a million dollar bike\nGot a million dollar bike\nGot, got me fucked up\nGot me fucked up, up\nMillion dollar bike\nGot, got me fucked up, up\nMillion dollar bike\nGot, got me fucked up\nGot a million dollar bike\nGot a million dollar bike\nGot, got me fucked up\nGot me fucked up, up\nMillion dollar bike\nGot, got me fucked up, up\nMillion dollar bike","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Biking (Solo)\n artist: Frank Ocean\n album: Frank Ocean\n duration_ms: 212521\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it\n Raf movin' slow like a creep\n Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'\n And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't–)\n When's the last time I asked for some help that\n I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?\n I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can't–)\n When's the last time I asked for some help that\n I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah? Nobody\n\n I don't get weak in the knees\n Hundreds spread out like a fan\n Vert feel like some Gucci sandals\n Open the sky, get a handful\n Torso marked up like a vandal\n How you not fuckin' with cash?\n God gave you what you could handle\n Gave you what you could handle\n I got the grip like the handle, and I'm bikin'\n I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel\n Hades got the angels\n TV's got the angles, I'm brakin'\n Got–\n\n Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo\n Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'\n I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s\n How can I be burr around L.A. coast?\n The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch\n On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast\n The first wedding that I've been in my twenties\n Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own\n Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it\n Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes\n Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone\n Me and my baby can't do on our own\n I landed a trick, got my impossibles\n I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose\n 24 hours like they never close\n I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah\n Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson (Ooh)\n I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (Obstacles)\n I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod\n Savage, is bikin', yeah\n\n Transition lightning (Ascending)\n Ashes and remnants of ballers\n Body that's gutted\n A Bentley that used to be flawless\n I'm high up, the raindrops keep fallin'\n Scattered, the showers\n Don't scaffold the towers\n I'm up, mom, I promise\n In class with the honors\n No cheat like I'm honest\n And how did I become so accomplished?\n 'Cause I don't see foes\n I just see a code, I just see a hole\n Chinks in your armor\n Like Pac in the Hummer\n Like Jigga in the summer\n Left the house like Obama\n Hit the road like a runner\n Hit the road like Road Runner\n I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bik–\n\n I don't get weak in the knees\n Hundreds spread out like a fan\n Vert feel like some Gucci sandals\n Open the sky, get a handful\n Torso marked up like a vandal\n How you not fuckin' with cash?\n God gave you what you could handle\n Gave you what you could handle\n I got the grip like the handle, and I'm bikin'\n I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel\n Hades got the angels\n TV's got the angles, I'm brakin'\n\n Got, got me fucked up\n Got a million dollar bike\n Got a million dollar bike\n Got, got me fucked up\n Got me fucked up, up\n Million dollar bike\n Got, got me fucked up, up\n Million dollar bike\n Got, got me fucked up\n Got a million dollar bike\n Got a million dollar bike\n Got, got me fucked up\n Got me fucked up, up\n Million dollar bike\n Got, got me fucked up, up\n Million dollar bike\n"},{"id":6930979,"name":"Solo","trackName":"Solo","artistName":"Frank Ocean","albumName":"Frank Ocean Videos","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Hand me a towel I'm dirty dancing by myself\nGone off tabs of that acid\nForm me a circle, watch my jagger\nMight lose my jacket and hit a solo\nOne time\nWe too loud in public then police turned down the function\nNow we outside and the timing's perfect\nForgot to tell you, gotta tell you how much I vibe with you\nAnd we don't gotta be solo\nNow stay away from highways\nMy eyes like them red lights\nRight now I prefer yellow\nRed-bone, so mellow\nFuck 'round, be cutting you\nThink we were better off solo\nI got that act right in the Windy city that night\nNo trees to blow through\nBut blow me and I owe you\nTwo grams when the sunrise\nSmoking good, rolling solo\n\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo\nS-solo, solo\nS-solo, solo\nIt's hell on Earth and the city's on fire\nInhale, inhale, that's heaven\nThere's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky\nInhale, inhale, that's heaven\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo\n\nI'm skipping showers and switching socks, sleeping good and long\nBones feeling dense as fuck, wish a nigga would cross\nAnd catch a solo, on time\nWhite leaf on my boxers, green leaf turn to vapors for the low\nAnd that mean cheap, cause ain't shit free and I know it\nEven love ain't, cause it's enough cost, that clinic kill my soul\nBut you gotta hit the pussy raw though\nNow your baby momma ain't so vicious, all she want is her Pickett fence\nAnd you protest and you picket sign, but them courts won't side with you\nWon't let you fly solo\nI wanted that act right in Colorado that night\nI brought trees to blow through, but it's just me and no you\nStayed up 'til my phone died, smoking big, rolling solo\n\nIt's hell on Earth and the city's on fire\nInhale, inhale, that's heaven\nThere's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky\nInhale, inhale, that's heaven\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo\nBy myself\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo\n(By myself, by myself)\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.06] Hand me a towel I'm dirty dancing by myself\n[00:02.40] Gone off tabs of that 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off tabs of that acid\n[00:04.58] Form me a circle, watch my jagger\n[00:07.30] Might lose my jacket and hit a solo\n[00:10.95] One time\n[00:13.85] We too loud in public then police turned down the function\n[00:16.96] Now we outside and the timing's perfect\n[00:18.85] Forgot to tell you, gotta tell you how much I vibe with you\n[00:23.48] And we don't gotta be solo\n[00:27.32] Now stay away from highways\n[00:29.32] My eyes like them red lights\n[00:31.13] Right now I prefer yellow\n[00:32.98] Red-bone, so mellow\n[00:34.43] Fuck 'round, be cutting you\n[00:37.51] Think we were better off solo\n[00:42.02] I got that act right in the Windy city that night\n[00:45.33] No trees to blow through\n[00:46.98] But blow me and I owe you\n[00:48.67] Two grams when the sunrise\n[00:51.95] Smoking good, rolling solo\n[00:55.89] Solo, solo\n[00:59.93] Solo, solo\n[01:02.67] S-solo, solo\n[01:06.26] S-solo, solo\n[01:10.95] It's hell on Earth and the city's on fire\n[01:14.33] Inhale, inhale, that's heaven\n[01:17.86] There's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky\n[01:21.45] Inhale, inhale, that's heaven\n[01:25.40] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:29.00] \n[01:32.26] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:40.77] Solo, solo\n[01:47.81] Solo, solo\n[01:53.68] I'm skipping showers and switching socks, sleeping good and long\n[01:57.35] Bones feeling dense as fuck, wish a nigga would cross\n[02:01.21] And catch a solo, on time\n[02:08.03] White leaf on my boxers, green leaf turn to vapors for the low\n[02:12.11] And that mean cheap, cause ain't shit free and I know it\n[02:14.97] Even love ain't, cause it's enough cost, that clinic kill my soul\n[02:18.99] But you gotta hit the pussy raw though\n[02:21.80] Now your baby momma ain't so vicious, all she want is her Pickett fence\n[02:25.59] And you protest and you picket sign, but them courts won't side with you\n[02:30.02] Won't let you fly solo\n[02:33.75] \n[02:35.83] I wanted that act right in Colorado that night\n[02:39.08] I brought trees to blow 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dancing by myself\nGone off tabs of that acid\nForm me a circle, watch my jagger\nMight lose my jacket and hit a solo\nOne time\nWe too loud in public then police turned down the function\nNow we outside and the timing's perfect\nForgot to tell you, gotta tell you how much I vibe with you\nAnd we don't gotta be solo\nNow stay away from highways\nMy eyes like them red lights\nRight now I prefer yellow\nRed-bone, so mellow\nFuck 'round, be cutting you\nThink we were better off solo\nI got that act right in the Windy city that night\nNo trees to blow through\nBut blow me and I owe you\nTwo grams when the sunrise\nSmoking good, rolling solo\n\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo\nS-solo, solo\nS-solo, solo\nIt's hell on Earth and the city's on fire\nInhale, inhale, that's heaven\nThere's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky\nInhale, inhale, that's heaven\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo\n\nI'm skipping showers and switching socks, sleeping good and long\nBones feeling dense as fuck, wish a nigga would cross\nAnd catch a solo, on time\nWhite leaf on my boxers, green leaf turn to vapors for the low\nAnd that mean cheap, cause ain't shit free and I know it\nEven love ain't, cause it's enough cost, that clinic kill my soul\nBut you gotta hit the pussy raw though\nNow your baby momma ain't so vicious, all she want is her Pickett fence\nAnd you protest and you picket sign, but them courts won't side with you\nWon't let you fly solo\nI wanted that act right in Colorado that night\nI brought trees to blow through, but it's just me and no you\nStayed up 'til my phone died, smoking big, rolling solo\n\nIt's hell on Earth and the city's on fire\nInhale, inhale, that's heaven\nThere's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky\nInhale, inhale, that's heaven\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo\nBy myself\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo\n(By myself, by myself)\nSolo, solo\nSolo, solo","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Hand me a towel I'm dirty dancing by 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fire\n[01:14.07] Inhale, inhale, that's heaven\n[01:17.57] There's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky\n[01:21.23] Inhale, inhale, that's heaven\n[01:24.90] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:28.50] \n[01:32.23] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:40.90] Solo, solo\n[01:48.12] Solo, solo\n[01:53.83] I'm skipping showers and switching socks, sleeping good and long\n[01:57.74] Bones feeling dense as fuck, wish a nigga would cross\n[02:01.54] And catch a solo, on time\n[02:08.12] White leaf on my boxers, green leaf turn to vapors for the low\n[02:12.47] And that mean cheap, cause ain't shit free and I know it\n[02:15.58] Even love ain't, cause it's enough cost, that clinic kill my soul\n[02:19.36] But you gotta hit the pussy raw though\n[02:22.59] Now your baby momma ain't so vicious, all she want is her Pickett fence\n[02:26.37] And you protest and you picket sign, but them courts won't side with you\n[02:30.15] Won't let you fly solo\n[02:35.78] I wanted that act right in Colorado that night\n[02:39.34] I brought 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Bones feeling dense as fuck, wish a nigga would cross\n[02:01.24] And catch a solo, on time\n[02:08.00] White leaf on my boxers, green leaf turn to vapors for the low\n[02:12.18] And that mean cheap, cause ain't shit free and I know it\n[02:14.94] Even love ain't, cause it's enough cost, that clinic kill my soul\n[02:18.99] But you gotta hit the pussy raw though\n[02:21.73] Now your baby momma ain't so vicious, all she want is her Pickett fence\n[02:25.58] And you protest and you picket sign, but them courts won't side with you\n[02:30.01] Won't let you fly solo\n[02:33.73] \n[02:35.86] I wanted that act right in Colorado that night\n[02:39.05] I brought trees to blow through, but it's just me and no you\n[02:42.47] Stayed up 'til my phone died, smoking big, rolling solo\n[02:50.52] It's hell on Earth and the city's on fire\n[02:53.95] Inhale, inhale, that's heaven\n[02:57.33] There's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky\n[03:00.92] Inhale, inhale, that's heaven\n[03:04.94] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:08.98] \n[03:12.00] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:20.30] Solo, solo\n[03:24.10] \n[03:27.61] Solo, solo\n[03:28.92] By myself\n[03:30.93] Solo, solo\n[03:34.79] Solo, solo\n[03:36.88] (By myself, by myself)\n[03:39.17] Solo, solo\n[03:45.15] Solo, solo\n[03:46.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Frank Ocean - Solo\n artist: Blonded\n album: Blonded\n duration_ms: 257000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hand me a towel I'm dirty dancing by myself\n start_ms: 40\n end_ms: 2680\n- text: Gone off tabs of that acid\n start_ms: 2680\n end_ms: 4550\n- text: Form me a circle, watch my jagger\n start_ms: 4550\n end_ms: 7380\n- text: Might lose my jacket and hit a solo\n start_ms: 7380\n end_ms: 10940\n- text: One time\n start_ms: 10940\n end_ms: 13840\n- text: We too loud in public then police turned down the function\n start_ms: 13840\n end_ms: 16990\n- text: Now we outside and the timing's perfect\n start_ms: 16990\n end_ms: 18890\n- text: Forgot to tell you, gotta 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