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Nigga, hell, naw\nUnless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all\nI got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dawg\nSo go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all\nI gets high\n\nI get high, I get high, I get high\n(I gets high)\n\nI get so blowed, I can't stand up\nI'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda\nCause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up\nSo they came back to my room, they getting rammed up\nWe trying to slam or what? Because I'm trying to smoke\nSo when I finish with these Swishers I'll be down your throat\nAnd two of y'all, one of me, three of us\nShould I hit my niggas up? Hell, naw, I'ma pound them both\nCause this a one-man job, ain't no need for the crew\nTwo snow bunnies on their knees, what it do?\nWhite snow in the crib if you need that, too\nGot some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through\nI gets high\n\nEarly in the morning, getting high with crusty eyes\nRubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die\nHopping off the porch, had to get on my grind\nAll because the trouble just copped to my nine\nBack in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga\nMake a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor\nBurning down basements, face it\nRun a bus stop, I'm trading hoes, and you know we ain't paying\nMidwest livin', oven open in the kitchen\nHeating up the house where your shit could come up missing\nDope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick\nBut he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket\nAll day long, gotta get my profit\nJust poured a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic\nOn a different subject, lights is the topic\nCause he talking money so, nigga, just stop it\nAll day long, getting high on the low\nBitch, snow bunny be sniffing that snow\nTwerking that summer, I really don't know\nCause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed\n\nHey, are you okay?\nYou slobbing, you okay?\nIs he okay?\nAre you okay?\nHe shouldn't","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.90]Indo, kushed out\n[00:13.85]Trillest nigga living ever pushed out\n[00:15.81]Never finished college like my brother or my sister\n[00:17.58]I was in the crib laying on a kush cloud\n[00:19.51]Getting zoned out, eyes red\n[00:21.56]Momma and my daddy said my mind dead\n[00:23.48]They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due\n[00:26.19]Fuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred\n[00:27.77]Cause I'm carefree, sucker-free\n[00:29.70]Remember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me\n[00:31.63]But now I'm on the screen and these magazines\n[00:33.71]They be trying to stop a nigga like, smoke something, G\n[00:35.71]Can we get a couple grams? Nigga, hell, naw\n[00:37.28]Unless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all\n[00:39.20]I got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dawg\n[00:41.35]So go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all\n[00:43.55]I gets high\n[00:45.55]I get high, I get high, I get high\n[00:57.35](I gets high)\n[00:59.38]I get so blowed, I can't stand up\n[01:01.82]I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda\n[01:03.72]Cause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up\n[01:05.93]So they came back to my room, they getting rammed up\n[01:07.88]We trying to slam or what? Because I'm trying to smoke\n[01:09.63]So when I finish with these Swishers I'll be down your throat\n[01:11.40]And two of y'all, one of me, three of us\n[01:14.42]Should I hit my niggas up? Hell, naw, I'ma pound them both\n[01:15.93]Cause this a one-man job, ain't no need for the crew\n[01:18.18]Two snow bunnies on their knees, what it do?\n[01:20.27]White snow in the crib if you need that, too\n[01:22.65]Got some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through\n[01:24.29]I gets high\n[01:40.23]Early in the morning, getting high with crusty eyes\n[01:42.07]Rubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die\n[01:43.96]Hopping off the porch, had to get on my grind\n[01:45.85]All because the trouble just copped to my nine\n[01:48.03]Back in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga\n[01:49.85]Make a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor\n[01:52.44]Burning down basements, face it\n[01:54.40]Run a bus stop, I'm trading hoes, and you know we ain't paying\n[01:56.06]Midwest livin', oven open in the kitchen\n[01:58.07]Heating up the house where your shit could come up missing\n[02:00.11]Dope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick\n[02:02.08]But he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket\n[02:04.55]All day long, gotta get my profit\n[02:06.31]Just poured a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic\n[02:08.23]On a different subject, lights is the topic\n[02:10.12]Cause he talking money so, nigga, just stop it\n[02:11.88]All day long, getting high on the low\n[02:13.99]Bitch, snow bunny be sniffing that snow\n[02:16.09]Twerking that summer, I really don't know\n[02:19.09]Cause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed\n[02:32.02]Hey, are you okay?\n[02:35.53]You slobbing, you okay?\n[02:37.48]Is he okay?\n[02:39.25]Are you okay?\n[02:43.64]He shouldn't\n[02:46.60]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: High\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: High\n  duration_ms: 177000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Indo, kushed out\n  start_ms: 11900\n  end_ms: 13850\n- text: Trillest nigga living ever pushed out\n  start_ms: 13850\n  end_ms: 15810\n- text: Never finished college like my brother or my sister\n  start_ms: 15810\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: I was in the crib laying on a kush cloud\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: Getting zoned out, eyes red\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 21560\n- text: Momma and my daddy said my mind dead\n  start_ms: 21560\n  end_ms: 23480\n- text: They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due\n  start_ms: 23480\n  end_ms: 26190\n- text: Fuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred\n  start_ms: 26190\n  end_ms: 27770\n- text: Cause I'm carefree, sucker-free\n  start_ms: 27770\n  end_ms: 29700\n- text: Remember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me\n  start_ms: 29700\n  end_ms: 31630\n- text: But now I'm on the screen and these magazines\n  start_ms: 31630\n  end_ms: 33710\n- text: They be trying to stop a nigga like, smoke something, G\n  start_ms: 33710\n  end_ms: 35710\n- text: Can we get a couple grams? 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Nigga, hell, naw\n  Unless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all\n  I got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dawg\n  So go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all\n  I gets high\n\n  I get high, I get high, I get high\n  (I gets high)\n\n  I get so blowed, I can't stand up\n  I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda\n  Cause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up\n  So they came back to my room, they getting rammed up\n  We trying to slam or what? Because I'm trying to smoke\n  So when I finish with these Swishers I'll be down your throat\n  And two of y'all, one of me, three of us\n  Should I hit my niggas up? Hell, naw, I'ma pound them both\n  Cause this a one-man job, ain't no need for the crew\n  Two snow bunnies on their knees, what it do?\n  White snow in the crib if you need that, too\n  Got some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through\n  I gets high\n\n  Early in the morning, getting high with crusty eyes\n  Rubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die\n  Hopping off the porch, had to get on my grind\n  All because the trouble just copped to my nine\n  Back in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga\n  Make a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor\n  Burning down basements, face it\n  Run a bus stop, I'm trading hoes, and you know we ain't paying\n  Midwest livin', oven open in the kitchen\n  Heating up the house where your shit could come up missing\n  Dope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick\n  But he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket\n  All day long, gotta get my profit\n  Just poured a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic\n  On a different subject, lights is the topic\n  Cause he talking money so, nigga, just stop it\n  All day long, getting high on the low\n  Bitch, snow bunny be sniffing that snow\n  Twerking that summer, I really don't know\n  Cause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed\n\n  Hey, are you okay?\n  You slobbing, you okay?\n  Is he okay?\n  Are you okay?\n  He shouldn't\n"},{"id":4018194,"name":"High","trackName":"High","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Piñata","duration":179.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Indo, kushed out\nTrillest nigga living ever pushed out\nNever finished college like my brother or my sister\nI was in the crib laying on a kush cloud\nGetting zoned out, eyes red\nMomma and my daddy said my mind dead\nThey said I never had a clue, said the bills past due\nFuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred\nCause I'm carefree, sucker-free\nRemember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me\nBut now I'm on the screen and these magazines\nThey be trying to stop a nigga like, smoke something, G\nCan we get a couple grams? Nigga, hell, naw\nUnless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all\nI got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dawg\nSo go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all\nI gets high\n\nI get high, I get high, I get high\n(I gets high)\n\nI get so blowed, I can't stand up\nI'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda\nCause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up\nSo they came back to my room, they getting rammed up\nWe trying to slam or what? Because I'm trying to smoke\nSo when I finish with these Swishers I'll be down your throat\nAnd two of y'all, one of me, three of us\nShould I hit my niggas up? Hell, naw, I'ma pound them both\nCause this a one-man job, ain't no need for the crew\nTwo snow bunnies on their knees, what it do?\nWhite snow in the crib if you need that, too\nGot some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through\nI gets high\n\nEarly in the morning, getting high with crusty eyes\nRubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die\nHopping off the porch, had to get on my grind\nAll because the trouble just copped to my nine\nBack in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga\nMake a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor\nBurning down basements, face it\nRun a bus stop, I'm trading hoes, and you know we ain't paying\nMidwest livin', oven open in the kitchen\nHeating up the house where your shit could come up missing\nDope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick\nBut he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket\nAll day long, gotta get my profit\nJust poured a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic\nOn a different subject, lights is the topic\nCause he talking money so, nigga, just stop it\nAll day long, getting high on the low\nBitch, snow bunny be sniffing that snow\nTwerking that summer, I really don't know\nCause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed\n\nHey, are you okay?\nYou slobbing, you okay?\nIs he okay?\nAre you okay?\nHe shouldn't","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.90] Indo, kushed out\n[00:13.85] Trillest nigga living ever pushed out\n[00:15.81] Never finished college like my brother or my sister\n[00:17.58] I was in the crib laying on a kush cloud\n[00:19.51] Getting zoned out, eyes red\n[00:21.56] Momma and my daddy said my mind dead\n[00:23.48] They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due\n[00:26.19] Fuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred\n[00:27.77] Cause I'm carefree, sucker-free\n[00:29.70] Remember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me\n[00:31.63] But now I'm on the screen and these magazines\n[00:33.71] They be trying to stop a nigga like, smoke something, G\n[00:35.71] Can we get a couple grams? Nigga, hell, naw\n[00:37.28] Unless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all\n[00:39.20] I got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dawg\n[00:41.35] So go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all\n[00:43.55] I gets high\n[00:45.55] I get high, I get high, I get high\n[00:57.35] (I gets high)\n[00:59.38] I get so blowed, I can't stand up\n[01:01.82] I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda\n[01:03.72] Cause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up\n[01:05.93] So they came back to my room, they getting rammed up\n[01:07.88] We trying to slam or what? Because I'm trying to smoke\n[01:09.63] So when I finish with these Swishers I'll be down your throat\n[01:11.40] And two of y'all, one of me, three of us\n[01:14.42] Should I hit my niggas up? Hell, naw, I'ma pound them both\n[01:15.93] Cause this a one-man job, ain't no need for the crew\n[01:18.18] Two snow bunnies on their knees, what it do?\n[01:20.27] White snow in the crib if you need that, too\n[01:22.65] Got some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through\n[01:24.29] I gets high\n[01:40.23] Early in the morning, getting high with crusty eyes\n[01:42.07] Rubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die\n[01:43.96] Hopping off the porch, had to get on my grind\n[01:45.85] All because the trouble just copped to my nine\n[01:48.03] Back in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga\n[01:49.85] Make a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor\n[01:52.44] Burning down basements, face it\n[01:54.40] Run a bus stop, I'm trading hoes, and you know we ain't paying\n[01:56.06] Midwest livin', oven open in the kitchen\n[01:58.07] Heating up the house where your shit could come up missing\n[02:00.11] Dope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick\n[02:02.08] But he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket\n[02:04.55] All day long, gotta get my profit\n[02:06.31] Just poured a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic\n[02:08.23] On a different subject, lights is the topic\n[02:10.12] Cause he talking money so, nigga, just stop it\n[02:11.88] All day long, getting high on the low\n[02:13.99] Bitch, snow bunny be sniffing that snow\n[02:16.09] Twerking that summer, I really don't know\n[02:19.09] Cause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed\n[02:32.02] Hey, are you okay?\n[02:35.53] You slobbing, you okay?\n[02:37.48] Is he okay?\n[02:39.25] Are you okay?\n[02:43.64] He shouldn't\n[02:46.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: High\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Piñata\n  duration_ms: 179000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Indo, kushed out\n  start_ms: 11900\n  end_ms: 13850\n- text: Trillest nigga living ever pushed out\n  start_ms: 13850\n  end_ms: 15810\n- text: Never finished college like my brother or my sister\n  start_ms: 15810\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: I was in the crib laying on a kush cloud\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: Getting zoned out, eyes red\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 21560\n- text: Momma and my daddy said my mind dead\n  start_ms: 21560\n  end_ms: 23480\n- text: They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due\n  start_ms: 23480\n  end_ms: 26190\n- text: Fuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred\n  start_ms: 26190\n  end_ms: 27770\n- text: Cause I'm carefree, sucker-free\n  start_ms: 27770\n  end_ms: 29700\n- text: Remember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me\n  start_ms: 29700\n  end_ms: 31630\n- text: But now I'm on the screen and these magazines\n  start_ms: 31630\n  end_ms: 33710\n- text: They be trying to stop a nigga like, smoke something, G\n  start_ms: 33710\n  end_ms: 35710\n- text: Can we get a couple grams? 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Because I'm trying to smoke\nSo when I finish with these Swishers I'll be down your throat\nAnd two of y'all, one of me, three of us\nShould I hit my niggas up? Hell nah, I'mma pound them both\nCause this a one man job, ain't no need for the crew\nTwo snow bunnies on the East, what it do?\nWhite snow in the crib if you need that too\nGot some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through\nI gets high\nI get high, I get high, I get high\n(I gets high)\nEarly in the morning getting high with crusty eyes\nRubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die\nHopping off the porch, had to get on my grind\nAll because the trouble just copped to my nine\nBack in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga\nMake a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor\nBurning down basements, face it\nRun a bus stop, I'm trading hoes and you know we ain't paying\nMidwest, loving all the doping in the kitchen\nHeating up the house where your shit could come up missin'\nDope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick\nBut he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket\nAll day long, gotta get my guap\nJust put a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic\nOn a different subject, lights is the topic\n'Cause he talking money so nigga just stop it\nAll day long getting high on the low\nBitch snow bunny be sniffing that snow\nTwerking that summer, I really don't know\nCause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed\nI get high, I get high, I get high\n(I gets high)\nHey, are you okay?\nYou slobbing, you okay?\nIs he okay?\nAre you okay?\nHe shouldn't have smoked that dipper for real\nYou aight?\nOh my God\nGod bless, man","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.95] Indo, kushed out\n[00:12.97] Trillest nigga living ever pushed out\n[00:14.74] Never finished college, like my brother or my sister\n[00:16.86] I was in the crib laying on a kush cloud\n[00:18.96] Getting zoned out, eyes red\n[00:21.05] Mommy and my daddy said my mind dead\n[00:22.85] They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due\n[00:24.96] Fuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred\n[00:27.04] Cause I'm care-free, sucker-free\n[00:29.05] Remember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me\n[00:31.04] But now I'm on the screen and these magazines\n[00:32.91] They be trying to stop a nigga like \"smoke something, G\"\n[00:35.16] \"Can we get a couple grams?\" nigga, hell nah\n[00:37.10] Unless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all\n[00:38.99] I got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dog\n[00:40.99] So go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all\n[00:43.09] I gets high\n[00:44.00] I get high, I get high, I get high\n[00:46.74] (I gets high)\n[00:58.61] I get so blowed I can't stand up\n[01:00.92] I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda\n[01:02.91] Cause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up\n[01:04.86] So they came into my room, they getting rammed up\n[01:07.00] We trying to slam or what? 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Because I'm trying to smoke\nSo when I finish with these Swishers I'll be down your throat\nAnd two of y'all, one of me, three of us\nShould I hit my niggas up? Hell nah, I'mma pound them both\nCause this a one man job, ain't no need for the crew\nTwo snow bunnies on the East, what it do?\nWhite snow in the crib if you need that too\nGot some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through\nI gets high\nI get high, I get high, I get high\n(I gets high)\nEarly in the morning getting high with crusty eyes\nRubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die\nHopping off the porch, had to get on my grind\nAll because the trouble just copped to my nine\nBack in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga\nMake a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor\nBurning down basements, face it\nRun a bus stop, I'm trading hoes and you know we ain't paying\nMidwest, loving all the doping in the kitchen\nHeating up the house where your shit could come up missin'\nDope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick\nBut he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket\nAll day long, gotta get my guap\nJust put a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic\nOn a different subject, lights is the topic\n'Cause he talking money so nigga just stop it\nAll day long getting high on the low\nBitch snow bunny be sniffing that snow\nTwerking that summer, I really don't know\nCause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed\nI get high, I get high, I get high\n(I gets high)\nHey, are you okay?\nYou slobbing, you okay?\nIs he okay?\nAre you okay?\nHe shouldn't have smoked that dipper for real\nYou aight?\nOh my God\nGod bless, man","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.95] Indo, kushed out\n[00:12.97] Trillest nigga living ever pushed out\n[00:14.74] Never finished college, like my brother or my sister\n[00:16.86] I was in the crib laying on a kush cloud\n[00:18.96] Getting zoned out, eyes red\n[00:21.05] Mommy and my daddy said my mind dead\n[00:22.85] They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due\n[00:24.96] Fuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred\n[00:27.04] Cause I'm care-free, sucker-free\n[00:29.05] Remember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me\n[00:31.04] But now I'm on the screen and these magazines\n[00:32.91] They be trying to stop a nigga like \"smoke something, G\"\n[00:35.16] \"Can we get a couple grams?\" nigga, hell nah\n[00:37.10] Unless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all\n[00:38.99] I got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dog\n[00:40.99] So go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all\n[00:43.09] I gets high\n[00:44.00] I get high, I get high, I get high\n[00:46.74] (I gets high)\n[00:58.61] I get so blowed I can't stand up\n[01:00.92] I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda\n[01:02.91] Cause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up\n[01:04.86] So they came into my room, they getting rammed up\n[01:07.00] We trying to slam or what? 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Because I'm trying to smoke\nSo when I finish with these Swishers I'll be down your throat\nAnd two of y'all, one of me, three of us\nShould I hit my niggas up? Hell nah, I'mma pound them both\nCause this a one man job, ain't no need for the crew\nTwo snow bunnies on the East, what it do?\nWhite snow in the crib if you need that too\nGot some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through\nI gets high\nI get high, I get high, I get high\n(I gets high)\nEarly in the morning getting high with crusty eyes\nRubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die\nHopping off the porch, had to get on my grind\nAll because the trouble just copped to my nine\nBack in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga\nMake a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor\nBurning down basements, face it\nRun a bus stop, I'm trading hoes and you know we ain't paying\nMidwest, loving all the doping in the kitchen\nHeating up the house where your shit could come up missin'\nDope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick\nBut he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket\nAll day long, gotta get my guap\nJust put a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic\nOn a different subject, lights is the topic\n'Cause he talking money so nigga just stop it\nAll day long getting high on the low\nBitch snow bunny be sniffing that snow\nTwerking that summer, I really don't know\nCause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed\nI get high, I get high, I get high\n(I gets high)\nHey, are you okay?\nYou slobbing, you okay?\nIs he okay?\nAre you okay?\nHe shouldn't have smoked that dipper for real\nYou aight?\nOh my God\nGod bless, man","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.95] Indo, kushed out\n[00:12.97] Trillest nigga living ever pushed out\n[00:14.74] Never finished college, like my brother or my sister\n[00:16.86] I was in the crib laying on a kush cloud\n[00:18.96] Getting zoned out, eyes red\n[00:21.05] Mommy and my daddy said my mind dead\n[00:22.85] They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due\n[00:24.96] Fuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred\n[00:27.04] Cause I'm care-free, sucker-free\n[00:29.05] Remember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me\n[00:31.04] But now I'm on the screen and these magazines\n[00:32.91] They be trying to stop a nigga like \"smoke something, G\"\n[00:35.16] \"Can we get a couple grams?\" nigga, hell nah\n[00:37.10] Unless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all\n[00:38.99] I got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dog\n[00:40.99] So go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all\n[00:43.09] I gets high\n[00:44.00] I get high, I get high, I get high\n[00:46.74] (I gets high)\n[00:58.61] I get so blowed I can't stand up\n[01:00.92] I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda\n[01:02.91] Cause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up\n[01:04.86] So they came into my room, they getting rammed up\n[01:07.00] We trying to slam or what? 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Hell nah, I'mma pound them both\n[01:15.20] Cause this a one man job, ain't no need for the crew\n[01:17.31] Two snow bunnies on the East, what it do?\n[01:19.39] White snow in the crib if you need that too\n[01:21.19] Got some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through\n[01:23.26] I gets high\n[01:24.01] I get high, I get high, I get high\n[01:26.64] (I gets high)\n[01:39.28] Early in the morning getting high with crusty eyes\n[01:41.33] Rubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die\n[01:43.27] Hopping off the porch, had to get on my grind\n[01:45.15] All because the trouble just copped to my nine\n[01:47.37] Back in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga\n[01:49.39] Make a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor\n[01:51.45] Burning down basements, face it\n[01:53.12] Run a bus stop, I'm trading hoes and you know we ain't paying\n[01:55.61] Midwest, loving all the doping in the kitchen\n[01:57.64] Heating up the house where your shit could come up missin'\n[01:59.64] Dope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick\n[02:01.42] But he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket\n[02:03.51] All day long, gotta get my guap\n[02:05.47] Just put a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic\n[02:07.52] On a different subject, lights is the topic\n[02:09.57] 'Cause he talking money so nigga just stop it\n[02:11.53] All day long getting high on the low\n[02:13.48] Bitch snow bunny be sniffing that snow\n[02:15.41] Twerking that summer, I really don't know\n[02:17.33] Cause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed\n[02:19.37] I get high, I get high, I get high\n[02:29.14] (I gets high)\n[02:30.29] Hey, are you okay?\n[02:34.57] You slobbing, you okay?\n[02:35.87] Is he okay?\n[02:39.00] Are you okay?\n[02:46.03] He shouldn't have smoked that dipper for real\n[02:48.77] You aight?\n[02:49.34] Oh my God\n[02:53.09] God bless, man","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: High (Instrumental)\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Piñata (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 180000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Indo, kushed out\n  start_ms: 10950\n  end_ms: 12970\n- text: Trillest nigga living ever pushed out\n  start_ms: 12970\n  end_ms: 14740\n- text: Never finished college, like my brother or my sister\n  start_ms: 14740\n  end_ms: 16860\n- text: I was in the crib laying on a kush cloud\n  start_ms: 16860\n  end_ms: 18960\n- text: Getting zoned out, eyes red\n  start_ms: 18960\n  end_ms: 21050\n- text: Mommy and my daddy said my mind dead\n  start_ms: 21050\n  end_ms: 22850\n- text: They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due\n  start_ms: 22850\n  end_ms: 24960\n- text: Fuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred\n  start_ms: 24960\n  end_ms: 27040\n- text: Cause I'm care-free, sucker-free\n  start_ms: 27040\n  end_ms: 29050\n- text: Remember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me\n  start_ms: 29050\n  end_ms: 31040\n- text: But now I'm on the screen and these magazines\n  start_ms: 31040\n  end_ms: 32910\n- text: They be trying to stop a nigga like \"smoke something, G\"\n  start_ms: 32910\n  end_ms: 35160\n- text: '\"Can we get a couple grams?\" nigga, hell nah'\n  start_ms: 35160\n  end_ms: 37100\n- text: Unless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all\n  start_ms: 37100\n  end_ms: 38990\n- text: I got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dog\n  start_ms: 38990\n  end_ms: 40990\n- text: So go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all\n  start_ms: 40990\n  end_ms: 43090\n- text: I gets high\n  start_ms: 43090\n  end_ms: 44000\n- text: I get high, I get high, I get high\n  start_ms: 44000\n  end_ms: 46740\n- text: (I gets high)\n  start_ms: 46740\n  end_ms: 58610\n- text: I get so blowed I can't stand up\n  start_ms: 58610\n  end_ms: 60920\n- text: I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda\n  start_ms: 60920\n  end_ms: 62910\n- text: Cause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up\n  start_ms: 62910\n  end_ms: 64860\n- text: So they came into my room, they getting rammed up\n  start_ms: 64860\n  end_ms: 67000\n- text: We trying to slam or what? 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Hell nah, I'mma pound them both\n  Cause this a one man job, ain't no need for the crew\n  Two snow bunnies on the East, what it do?\n  White snow in the crib if you need that too\n  Got some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through\n  I gets high\n  I get high, I get high, I get high\n  (I gets high)\n  Early in the morning getting high with crusty eyes\n  Rubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die\n  Hopping off the porch, had to get on my grind\n  All because the trouble just copped to my nine\n  Back in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga\n  Make a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor\n  Burning down basements, face it\n  Run a bus stop, I'm trading hoes and you know we ain't paying\n  Midwest, loving all the doping in the kitchen\n  Heating up the house where your shit could come up missin'\n  Dope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick\n  But he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket\n  All day long, gotta get my guap\n  Just put a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic\n  On a different subject, lights is the topic\n  'Cause he talking money so nigga just stop it\n  All day long getting high on the low\n  Bitch snow bunny be sniffing that snow\n  Twerking that summer, I really don't know\n  Cause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed\n  I get high, I get high, I get high\n  (I gets high)\n  Hey, are you okay?\n  You slobbing, you okay?\n  Is he okay?\n  Are you okay?\n  He shouldn't have smoked that dipper for real\n  You aight?\n  Oh my God\n  God bless, man\n"},{"id":34425136,"name":"High (instrumental)","trackName":"High (instrumental)","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Piñata Deluxe","duration":165.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Indo, kushed out\nTrillest nigga living ever pushed out\nNever finished college, like my brother or my sister\nI was in the crib laying on a kush cloud\nGetting zoned out, eyes red\nMommy and my daddy said my mind dead\nThey said I never had a clue, said the bills past due\nFuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred\nCause I'm care-free, sucker-free\nRemember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me\nBut now I'm on the screen and these magazines\nThey be trying to stop a nigga like \"smoke something, G\"\n\"Can we get a couple grams?\" nigga, hell nah\nUnless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all\nI got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dog\nSo go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all\nI gets high\nI get high, I get high, I get high\n(I gets high)\nI get so blowed I can't stand up\nI'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda\nCause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up\nSo they came into my room, they getting rammed up\nWe trying to slam or what? Because I'm trying to smoke\nSo when I finish with these Swishers I'll be down your throat\nAnd two of y'all, one of me, three of us\nShould I hit my niggas up? Hell nah, I'mma pound them both\nCause this a one man job, ain't no need for the crew\nTwo snow bunnies on the East, what it do?\nWhite snow in the crib if you need that too\nGot some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through\nI gets high\nI get high, I get high, I get high\n(I gets high)\nEarly in the morning getting high with crusty eyes\nRubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die\nHopping off the porch, had to get on my grind\nAll because the trouble just copped to my nine\nBack in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga\nMake a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor\nBurning down basements, face it\nRun a bus stop, I'm trading hoes and you know we ain't paying\nMidwest, loving all the doping in the kitchen\nHeating up the house where your shit could come up missin'\nDope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick\nBut he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket\nAll day long, gotta get my guap\nJust put a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic\nOn a different subject, lights is the topic\n'Cause he talking money so nigga just stop it\nAll day long getting high on the low\nBitch snow bunny be sniffing that snow\nTwerking that summer, I really don't know\nCause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed\nI get high, I get high, I get high\n(I gets high)\nHey, are you okay?\nYou slobbing, you okay?\nIs he okay?\nAre you okay?\nHe shouldn't have smoked that dipper for real\nYou aight?\nOh my God\nGod bless, man","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.95] Indo, kushed out\n[00:12.97] Trillest nigga living ever pushed out\n[00:14.74] Never finished college, like my brother or my sister\n[00:16.86] I was in the crib laying on a kush cloud\n[00:18.96] Getting zoned out, eyes red\n[00:21.05] Mommy and my daddy said my mind dead\n[00:22.85] They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due\n[00:24.96] Fuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred\n[00:27.04] Cause I'm care-free, sucker-free\n[00:29.05] Remember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me\n[00:31.04] But now I'm on the screen and these magazines\n[00:32.91] They be trying to stop a nigga like \"smoke something, G\"\n[00:35.16] \"Can we get a couple grams?\" nigga, hell nah\n[00:37.10] Unless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all\n[00:38.99] I got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dog\n[00:40.99] So go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all\n[00:43.09] I gets high\n[00:44.00] I get high, I get high, I get high\n[00:46.74] (I gets high)\n[00:58.61] I get so blowed I can't stand up\n[01:00.92] I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda\n[01:02.91] Cause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up\n[01:04.86] So they came into my room, they getting rammed up\n[01:07.00] We trying to slam or what? 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Hell nah, I'mma pound them both\n[01:15.20] Cause this a one man job, ain't no need for the crew\n[01:17.31] Two snow bunnies on the East, what it do?\n[01:19.39] White snow in the crib if you need that too\n[01:21.19] Got some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through\n[01:23.26] I gets high\n[01:24.01] I get high, I get high, I get high\n[01:26.64] (I gets high)\n[01:39.28] Early in the morning getting high with crusty eyes\n[01:41.33] Rubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die\n[01:43.27] Hopping off the porch, had to get on my grind\n[01:45.15] All because the trouble just copped to my nine\n[01:47.37] Back in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga\n[01:49.39] Make a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor\n[01:51.45] Burning down basements, face it\n[01:53.12] Run a bus stop, I'm trading hoes and you know we ain't paying\n[01:55.61] Midwest, loving all the doping in the kitchen\n[01:57.64] Heating up the house where your shit could come up missin'\n[01:59.64] Dope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick\n[02:01.42] But he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket\n[02:03.51] All day long, gotta get my guap\n[02:05.47] Just put a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic\n[02:07.52] On a different subject, lights is the topic\n[02:09.57] 'Cause he talking money so nigga just stop it\n[02:11.53] All day long getting high on the low\n[02:13.48] Bitch snow bunny be sniffing that snow\n[02:15.41] Twerking that summer, I really don't know\n[02:17.33] Cause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed\n[02:19.37] I get high, I get high, I get high\n[02:29.14] (I gets high)\n[02:30.29] Hey, are you okay?\n[02:34.57] You slobbing, you okay?\n[02:35.87] Is he okay?\n[02:39.00] Are you okay?\n[02:46.03] He shouldn't have smoked that dipper for real\n[02:48.77] You aight?\n[02:49.34] Oh my God\n[02:53.09] God bless, man","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: High (instrumental)\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Piñata Deluxe\n  duration_ms: 165000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Indo, kushed out\n  start_ms: 10950\n  end_ms: 12970\n- text: Trillest nigga living ever pushed out\n  start_ms: 12970\n  end_ms: 14740\n- text: Never finished college, like my brother or my sister\n  start_ms: 14740\n  end_ms: 16860\n- text: I was in the crib laying on a kush cloud\n  start_ms: 16860\n  end_ms: 18960\n- text: Getting zoned out, eyes red\n  start_ms: 18960\n  end_ms: 21050\n- text: Mommy and my daddy said my mind dead\n  start_ms: 21050\n  end_ms: 22850\n- text: They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due\n  start_ms: 22850\n  end_ms: 24960\n- text: Fuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred\n  start_ms: 24960\n  end_ms: 27040\n- text: Cause I'm care-free, sucker-free\n  start_ms: 27040\n  end_ms: 29050\n- text: Remember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me\n  start_ms: 29050\n  end_ms: 31040\n- text: But now I'm on the screen and these magazines\n  start_ms: 31040\n  end_ms: 32910\n- text: They be trying to stop a nigga like \"smoke something, G\"\n  start_ms: 32910\n  end_ms: 35160\n- text: '\"Can we get a couple grams?\" nigga, hell nah'\n  start_ms: 35160\n  end_ms: 37100\n- text: Unless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all\n  start_ms: 37100\n  end_ms: 38990\n- text: I got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dog\n  start_ms: 38990\n  end_ms: 40990\n- text: So go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all\n  start_ms: 40990\n  end_ms: 43090\n- text: I gets high\n  start_ms: 43090\n  end_ms: 44000\n- text: I get high, I get high, I get high\n  start_ms: 44000\n  end_ms: 46740\n- text: (I gets high)\n  start_ms: 46740\n  end_ms: 58610\n- text: I get so blowed I can't stand up\n  start_ms: 58610\n  end_ms: 60920\n- text: I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda\n  start_ms: 60920\n  end_ms: 62910\n- text: Cause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up\n  start_ms: 62910\n  end_ms: 64860\n- text: So they came into my room, they getting rammed up\n  start_ms: 64860\n  end_ms: 67000\n- text: We trying to slam or what? 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Because I'm trying to smoke\n  So when I finish with these Swishers I'll be down your throat\n  And two of y'all, one of me, three of us\n  Should I hit my niggas up? Hell nah, I'mma pound them both\n  Cause this a one man job, ain't no need for the crew\n  Two snow bunnies on the East, what it do?\n  White snow in the crib if you need that too\n  Got some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through\n  I gets high\n  I get high, I get high, I get high\n  (I gets high)\n  Early in the morning getting high with crusty eyes\n  Rubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die\n  Hopping off the porch, had to get on my grind\n  All because the trouble just copped to my nine\n  Back in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga\n  Make a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor\n  Burning down basements, face it\n  Run a bus stop, I'm trading hoes and you know we ain't paying\n  Midwest, loving all the doping in the kitchen\n  Heating up the house where your shit could come up missin'\n  Dope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick\n  But he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket\n  All day long, gotta get my guap\n  Just put a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic\n  On a different subject, lights is the topic\n  'Cause he talking money so nigga just stop it\n  All day long getting high on the low\n  Bitch snow bunny be sniffing that snow\n  Twerking that summer, I really don't know\n  Cause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed\n  I get high, I get high, I get high\n  (I gets high)\n  Hey, are you okay?\n  You slobbing, you okay?\n  Is he okay?\n  Are you okay?\n  He shouldn't have smoked that dipper for real\n  You aight?\n  Oh my God\n  God bless, man\n"},{"id":35419344,"name":"High (Instrumental)","trackName":"High (Instrumental)","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Piñata Beats","duration":165.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Indo, kushed out\nTrillest nigga living ever pushed out\nNever finished college, like my brother or my sister\nI was in the crib laying on a kush cloud\nGetting zoned out, eyes red\nMommy and my daddy said my mind dead\nThey said I never had a clue, said the bills past due\nFuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred\nCause I'm care-free, sucker-free\nRemember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me\nBut now I'm on the screen and these magazines\nThey be trying to stop a nigga like \"smoke something, G\"\n\"Can we get a couple grams?\" nigga, hell nah\nUnless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all\nI got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dog\nSo go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all\nI gets high\nI get high, I get high, I get high\n(I gets high)\nI get so blowed I can't stand up\nI'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda\nCause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up\nSo they came into my room, they getting rammed up\nWe trying to slam or what? Because I'm trying to smoke\nSo when I finish with these Swishers I'll be down your throat\nAnd two of y'all, one of me, three of us\nShould I hit my niggas up? Hell nah, I'mma pound them both\nCause this a one man job, ain't no need for the crew\nTwo snow bunnies on the East, what it do?\nWhite snow in the crib if you need that too\nGot some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through\nI gets high\nI get high, I get high, I get high\n(I gets high)\nEarly in the morning getting high with crusty eyes\nRubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die\nHopping off the porch, had to get on my grind\nAll because the trouble just copped to my nine\nBack in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga\nMake a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor\nBurning down basements, face it\nRun a bus stop, I'm trading hoes and you know we ain't paying\nMidwest, loving all the doping in the kitchen\nHeating up the house where your shit could come up missin'\nDope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick\nBut he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket\nAll day long, gotta get my guap\nJust put a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic\nOn a different subject, lights is the topic\n'Cause he talking money so nigga just stop it\nAll day long getting high on the low\nBitch snow bunny be sniffing that snow\nTwerking that summer, I really don't know\nCause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed\nI get high, I get high, I get high\n(I gets high)\nHey, are you okay?\nYou slobbing, you okay?\nIs he okay?\nAre you okay?\nHe shouldn't have smoked that dipper for real\nYou aight?\nOh my God\nGod bless, man","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.95] Indo, kushed out\n[00:12.97] Trillest nigga living ever pushed out\n[00:14.74] Never finished college, like my brother or my sister\n[00:16.86] I was in the crib laying on a kush cloud\n[00:18.96] Getting zoned out, eyes red\n[00:21.05] Mommy and my daddy said my mind dead\n[00:22.85] They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due\n[00:24.96] Fuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred\n[00:27.04] Cause I'm care-free, sucker-free\n[00:29.05] Remember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me\n[00:31.04] But now I'm on the screen and these magazines\n[00:32.91] They be trying to stop a nigga like \"smoke something, G\"\n[00:35.16] \"Can we get a couple grams?\" nigga, hell nah\n[00:37.10] Unless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all\n[00:38.99] I got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell, dog\n[00:40.99] So go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all\n[00:43.09] I gets high\n[00:44.00] I get high, I get high, I get high\n[00:46.74] (I gets high)\n[00:58.61] I get so blowed I can't stand up\n[01:00.92] I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda\n[01:02.91] Cause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up\n[01:04.86] So they came into my room, they getting rammed up\n[01:07.00] We trying to slam or what? 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