[{"id":23876382,"name":"You'll Never Forget Me","trackName":"You'll Never Forget Me","artistName":"Future Royalty","albumName":"You'll Never Forget Me","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My taste\nThe feel of these hands\nThe way I smell the fragrance\nStuck\nTrapped in your mind\nThe wake of disaster\nThat I always leave behind\nYou'll never forget me\nMy face or my name\nI'll be burned right into your brain\nNo you'll never shake me\nI'll haunt all your days\nBaby you made your biggest mistake\nYou'll never forget me\nThe tears I left on your cheek\nMy voice you hear while you sleep\nA song that plays in the background\nOh my memory’s coming fast\nTidal waves of the past\nStruck like a heart attack\nAnd you'll never get me back\nYou'll never forget me\nMy face or my name\nI'll be burned right into your brain\nNo you'll never shake me\nI'll haunt all your days\nBaby you made your biggest mistake\nYou'll never forget me\nYou created a monster\nNow it's gonna haunt you\nUntil the end of time\nYou'll never forget me\nMy face or my name\nI'll be burned right into your brain\nNo you'll never shake me\nI'll haunt all your days\nBaby you made your biggest mistake\nNever forget me\nYou'll never forget me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You'll Never Forget Me\n  artist: Future Royalty\n  album: You'll Never Forget Me\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My taste\n  The feel of these hands\n  The way I smell the fragrance\n  Stuck\n  Trapped in your mind\n  The wake of disaster\n  That I always leave behind\n  You'll never forget me\n  My face or my name\n  I'll be burned right into your brain\n  No you'll never shake me\n  I'll haunt all your days\n  Baby you made your biggest mistake\n  You'll never forget me\n  The tears I left on your cheek\n  My voice you hear while you sleep\n  A song that plays in the background\n  Oh my memory’s coming fast\n  Tidal waves of the past\n  Struck like a heart attack\n  And you'll never get me back\n  You'll never forget me\n  My face or my name\n  I'll be burned right into your brain\n  No you'll never shake me\n  I'll haunt all your days\n  Baby you made your biggest mistake\n  You'll never forget me\n  You created a monster\n  Now it's gonna haunt you\n  Until the end of time\n  You'll never forget me\n  My face or my name\n  I'll be burned right into your brain\n  No you'll never shake me\n  I'll haunt all your days\n  Baby you made your biggest mistake\n  Never forget me\n  You'll never forget me\n"},{"id":12247462,"name":"Never Forget","trackName":"Never Forget","artistName":"Future","albumName":"Future Videos","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The streets'll speak for it\nWhere you standin'? Freeband Gang\n\nI dedicated every damn thing to this\nI had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit\nTwo hundred pounds of kush, I'm tryna sell that shit\nMy migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick\nSoon as I get my hands on it, I'm gonna sell them shits\nYoung Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit\nAnd we ain't gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich\nEverything we went through? man I can never forget\n\nBy the time I was seven, my Uncle Wayne was in prison\nWe used to take a trip once a month and go visit\nMy Grandma and my Granddad, yeah, they all suspicious\nJust say no to drugs, hell nah I ain't listen\nAnd loyalty is everything, don't ever forget it\nI keep my gun everywhere I go, I never forget it\n\"And why your Sprite so pink?\" I got Promethazine in it\n\"Why you drive your car nervous?\" I got dope all in it\nI custom made a cross from the money I made\nI threw nickel bands of crack, I should've been in 12th grade\nI ain't make my auntie's funeral, I ain't never forget it\nI know she know I love her and I hope she forgive me\n\nI dedicated every damn thing to this\nI had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit\nTwo hundred pounds of kush, I'm tryna sell that shit\nMy migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick\nSoon as I get my hands on it, I'm gonna sell them shits\nYoung Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit\nAnd we ain't gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich\nEverything we went through man I can never forget\n\nI'm the nigga got your sister on the mollies and shit\nYou can tell I ain't the same cause I acknowledged the bitch\nI'm drankin' on my lean, I swear to God I would quit\nMy auntie was a fiend, I used to serve her a hit\nI'm thankin' God today that she don't smoke it no more\nI made so much fuckin' money I put a safe in the floor\nWe got traps in every hood, I used to serve out the stove\nI still own the chopper and the old .44\nStick 'em up, hit 'em up, get it and go\nWe got bags full of cash that we ready to blow\nHittin' licks every day, nigga go sell dope\nThem Jewish lawyers and accountants, that's the life that I know\n\nI dedicated every damn thing to this\nI had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit\nTwo hundred pounds of kush, I'm tryna sell that shit\nMy migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick\nSoon as I get my hands on it, I'm gonna sell them shits\nYoung Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit\nAnd we ain't gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich\nEverything we went through man I can never forget","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.78] The streets'll speak for it\n[00:10.93] Where you standin'? Freeband Gang\n[00:24.98] I dedicated every damn thing to this\n[00:27.75] I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit\n[00:31.03] Two hundred pounds of kush, I'm tryna sell that shit\n[00:34.37] My migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick\n[00:37.57] Soon as I get my hands on it, I'm gonna sell them shits\n[00:40.75] Young Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit\n[00:43.96] And we ain't gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich\n[00:46.96] Everything we went through? man I can never forget\n[00:50.15] By the time I was seven, my Uncle Wayne was in prison\n[00:53.56] We used to take a trip once a month and go visit\n[00:56.72] My Grandma and my Granddad, yeah, they all suspicious\n[00:59.99] Just say no to drugs, hell nah I ain't listen\n[01:03.43] And loyalty is everything, don't ever forget it\n[01:06.25] I keep my gun everywhere I go, I never forget it\n[01:09.24] \"And why your Sprite so pink?\" I got Promethazine in it\n[01:12.58] \"Why you drive your car nervous?\" I got dope all in it\n[01:15.93] I custom made a cross from the money I made\n[01:19.23] I threw nickel bands of crack, I should've been in 12th grade\n[01:22.44] I ain't make my auntie's funeral, I ain't never forget it\n[01:25.50] I know she know I love her and I hope she forgive me\n[01:28.88] I dedicated every damn thing to this\n[01:31.87] I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit\n[01:34.92] Two hundred pounds of kush, I'm tryna sell that shit\n[01:38.33] My migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick\n[01:41.52] Soon as I get my hands on it, I'm gonna sell them shits\n[01:44.71] Young Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit\n[01:47.89] And we ain't gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich\n[01:51.21] Everything we went through man I can never forget\n[01:54.33] I'm the nigga got your sister on the mollies and shit\n[01:57.47] You can tell I ain't the same cause I acknowledged the bitch\n[02:00.75] I'm drankin' on my lean, I swear to God I would quit\n[02:03.82] My auntie was a fiend, I used to serve her a hit\n[02:07.32] I'm thankin' God today that she don't smoke it no more\n[02:10.19] I made so much fuckin' money I put a safe in the floor\n[02:13.39] We got traps in every hood, I used to serve out the stove\n[02:16.70] I still own the chopper and the old .44\n[02:20.03] Stick 'em up, hit 'em up, get it and go\n[02:23.17] We got bags full of cash that we ready to blow\n[02:26.56] Hittin' licks every day, nigga go sell dope\n[02:30.79] Them Jewish lawyers and accountants, that's the life that I know\n[02:32.72] I dedicated every damn thing to this\n[02:35.88] I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit\n[02:39.29] Two hundred pounds of kush, I'm tryna sell that shit\n[02:42.77] My migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick\n[02:45.53] Soon as I get my hands on it, I'm gonna sell them shits\n[02:48.63] Young Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit\n[02:51.84] And we ain't gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich\n[02:55.07] Everything we went through man I can never forget\n[02:58.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Never Forget\n  artist: Future\n  album: Future Videos\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The streets'll speak for it\n  start_ms: 7780\n  end_ms: 10930\n- text: Where you standin'? 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