[{"id":15993124,"name":"Cry No More (feat. Stormzy & Tay Keith)","trackName":"Cry No More (feat. Stormzy & Tay Keith)","artistName":"Headie One","albumName":"Headie One","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\nYou don't wanna go court, have to lie no more\n(Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn\n\nNobody don't wanna cry no more (no)\nI seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)\nSometimes you gotta lose the battle just so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh)\nYou gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh)\n\nTwo new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them, two of them)\nMe and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)\nI know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more)\nI lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?)\n\nFeds still comin' with questionnaires, how can I live my life in fear? (Turn, turn)\nI came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\nI got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\nCaught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n\n15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\nNext thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\nYou know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\nI've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n\nNobody don't wanna cry no more\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\nYou don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n\nI wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\nFour bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\nI gotta keep my skin clear\nI don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\nYou sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n\n(Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\nAt the top, it's me\nIt gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\nCool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\nI'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n\nI put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\nAll you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\nTake a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\nI do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n\nI just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\nMy last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\nI got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\nKept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n\nNobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\nYou don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.59] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\n[00:06.82] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[00:12.62] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[00:19.43] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more\n[00:24.09] (Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn\n[00:25.73] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)\n[00:28.31] I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)\n[00:30.93] Sometimes you gotta lose the battle just so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh)\n[00:34.13] You gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh)\n[00:37.98] Two new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them, two of them)\n[00:40.57] Me and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)\n[00:43.96] I know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more)\n[00:47.59] I lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?)\n[00:49.64] Feds still comin' with questionnaires, how can I live my life in fear? (Turn, turn)\n[00:54.07] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:56.37] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.15] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.04] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.66] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:08.94] You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:13.01] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:16.76] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:23.08] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:29.01] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.68] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.86] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.91] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.33] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.61] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.08] You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n[01:54.99] (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n[01:56.80] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.09] It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.82] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.44] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:07.58] I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:10.95] All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.04] Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.11] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.10] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.42] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.58] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.66] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.02] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:39.32] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:45.03] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:51.99] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:55.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More (feat. 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(Turn, turn)\n I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n\n 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n\n Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n Nobody don't wanna die no more\n I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n\n I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n I gotta keep my skin clear\n I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n\n (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n At the top, it's me\n It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n\n I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n\n I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n\n Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n Nobody don't wanna die no more\n I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n"},{"id":9106586,"name":"Cry No More","trackName":"Cry No More","artistName":"Headie One","albumName":"Headie One Videos","duration":204.16,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\nYou don't wanna go court, have to lie no more\n(Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn\n\nNobody don't wanna cry no more (no)\nI seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)\nSometimes you gotta lose the battle just so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh)\nYou gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh)\n\nTwo new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them, two of them)\nMe and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)\nI know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more)\nI lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?)\n\nFeds still comin' with questionnaires, how can I live my life in fear? (Turn, turn)\nI came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\nI got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\nCaught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n\n15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\nNext thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\nYou know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\nI've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n\nNobody don't wanna cry no more\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\nYou don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n\nI wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\nFour bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\nI gotta keep my skin clear\nI don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\nYou sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n\n(Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\nAt the top, it's me\nIt gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\nCool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\nI'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n\nI put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\nAll you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\nTake a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\nI do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n\nI just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\nMy last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\nI got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\nKept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n\nNobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\nYou don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.59] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\n[00:06.82] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[00:12.62] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[00:19.43] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more\n[00:24.09] (Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn\n[00:25.73] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)\n[00:28.31] I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)\n[00:30.93] Sometimes you gotta lose the battle just so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh)\n[00:34.13] You gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh)\n[00:37.98] Two new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them, two of them)\n[00:40.57] Me and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)\n[00:43.96] I know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more)\n[00:47.59] I lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?)\n[00:49.64] Feds still comin' with questionnaires, how can I live my life in fear? (Turn, turn)\n[00:54.07] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:56.37] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.15] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.04] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.66] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:08.94] You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:13.01] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:16.76] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:23.08] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:29.01] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.68] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.86] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.91] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.33] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.61] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.08] You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n[01:54.99] (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n[01:56.80] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.09] It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.82] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.44] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:07.58] I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:10.95] All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.04] Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.11] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.10] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.42] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.58] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.66] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.02] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:39.32] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:45.03] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:51.99] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:55.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More\n artist: Headie One\n album: Headie One Videos\n duration_ms: 204160\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\n start_ms: 590\n end_ms: 6820\n- text: Nobody don't wanna die no more\n start_ms: 6820\n end_ms: 12620\n- text: I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n start_ms: 12620\n end_ms: 19430\n- text: You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more\n start_ms: 19430\n end_ms: 24090\n- text: (Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn\n start_ms: 24090\n end_ms: 25730\n- text: Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)\n start_ms: 25730\n end_ms: 28310\n- text: I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)\n start_ms: 28310\n end_ms: 30930\n- text: Sometimes you gotta lose the battle just so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh)\n start_ms: 30930\n end_ms: 34130\n- text: You gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh)\n start_ms: 34130\n end_ms: 37980\n- text: Two new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them, two of them)\n start_ms: 37980\n end_ms: 40570\n- text: Me and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)\n start_ms: 40570\n end_ms: 43960\n- text: I know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more)\n start_ms: 43960\n end_ms: 47590\n- text: I lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?)\n start_ms: 47590\n end_ms: 49640\n- text: Feds still comin' with questionnaires, how can I live my life in fear? 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(Turn, turn)\n[00:54.07] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:56.37] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.15] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.04] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.66] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:08.94] You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:13.01] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:16.76] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:23.08] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:29.01] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.68] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.86] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.91] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.33] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.61] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.08] You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n[01:54.99] (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n[01:56.80] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.09] It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.82] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.44] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:07.58] I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:10.95] All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.04] Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.11] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.10] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.42] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.58] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.66] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.02] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:39.32] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:45.03] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:51.99] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:55.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More (feat. 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(Turn, turn)\n[00:53.46] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:57.04] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells\n[00:58.50] I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.64] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs\n[01:01.72] Come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.60] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.65] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:09.22] You know work got sold on the road\n[01:10.63] I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:12.44] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:15.78] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:22.34] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:28.39] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.45] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.15] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.39] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.40] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.76] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.14] You sing that Asake song with your chest\n[01:53.92] But you niggas ain't been here\n[01:56.83] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.07] It gets lonely sometimes\n[01:59.85] Then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.56] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.21] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight\n[02:06.56] I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:08.01] I put two plates on the side of the game\n[02:09.60] Lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:11.06] All you can do with your fist is clench it\n[02:12.88] I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.68] Take a look at these diamonds wrong\n[02:15.72] Then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.22] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.38] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher\n[02:22.47] I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.54] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.87] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah\n[02:28.02] I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.77] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke\n[02:31.29] I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.36] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:38.45] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:44.73] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:50.75] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:56.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More (feat. 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(Turn, turn)\n[00:54.07] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:56.37] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.15] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.04] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.66] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:08.94] You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:13.01] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:16.76] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:23.08] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:29.01] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.68] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.86] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.91] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.33] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.61] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.08] You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n[01:54.99] (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n[01:56.80] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.09] It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.82] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.44] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:07.58] I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:10.95] All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.04] Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.11] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.10] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.42] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.58] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.66] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.02] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:39.32] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:45.03] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:51.99] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:55.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More\n artist: Headie One\n album: Cry No More\n duration_ms: 205000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\n start_ms: 590\n end_ms: 6820\n- text: Nobody don't wanna die no more\n start_ms: 6820\n end_ms: 12620\n- text: I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n start_ms: 12620\n end_ms: 19430\n- text: You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more\n start_ms: 19430\n end_ms: 24090\n- text: (Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn\n start_ms: 24090\n end_ms: 25730\n- text: Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)\n start_ms: 25730\n end_ms: 28310\n- text: I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)\n start_ms: 28310\n end_ms: 30930\n- text: Sometimes you gotta lose the battle just so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh)\n start_ms: 30930\n end_ms: 34130\n- text: You gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh)\n start_ms: 34130\n end_ms: 37980\n- text: Two new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them, two of them)\n start_ms: 37980\n end_ms: 40570\n- text: Me and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)\n start_ms: 40570\n end_ms: 43960\n- text: I know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more)\n start_ms: 43960\n end_ms: 47590\n- text: I lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?)\n start_ms: 47590\n end_ms: 49640\n- text: Feds still comin' with questionnaires, how can I live my life in fear? 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(Turn, turn)\n[00:54.07] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:56.37] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.15] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.04] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.66] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:08.94] You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:13.01] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:16.76] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:23.08] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:29.01] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.68] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.86] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.91] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.33] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.61] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.08] You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n[01:54.99] (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n[01:56.80] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.09] It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.82] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.44] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:07.58] I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:10.95] All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.04] Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.11] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.10] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.42] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.58] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.66] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.02] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:39.32] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:45.03] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:51.99] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:55.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More (feat. 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(Turn, turn)\n I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n\n 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n\n Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n Nobody don't wanna die no more\n I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n\n I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n I gotta keep my skin clear\n I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n\n (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n At the top, it's me\n It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n\n I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n\n I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n\n Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n Nobody don't wanna die no more\n I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n"},{"id":9156245,"name":"Cry No More (feat. 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(Turn, turn)\nI came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\nI got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\nCaught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n\n15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\nNext thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\nYou know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\nI've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n\nNobody don't wanna cry no more\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\nYou don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n\nI wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\nFour bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\nI gotta keep my skin clear\nI don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\nYou sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n\n(Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\nAt the top, it's me\nIt gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\nCool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\nI'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n\nI put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\nAll you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\nTake a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\nI do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n\nI just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\nMy last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\nI got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\nKept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n\nNobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\nYou don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.59] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\n[00:06.82] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[00:12.62] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[00:19.43] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more\n[00:24.09] (Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn\n[00:25.73] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)\n[00:28.31] I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)\n[00:30.93] Sometimes you gotta lose the battle just so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh)\n[00:34.13] You gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh)\n[00:37.98] Two new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them, two of them)\n[00:40.57] Me and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)\n[00:43.96] I know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more)\n[00:47.59] I lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?)\n[00:49.64] Feds still comin' with questionnaires, how can I live my life in fear? (Turn, turn)\n[00:54.07] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:56.37] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.15] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.04] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.66] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:08.94] You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:13.01] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:16.76] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:23.08] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:29.01] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.68] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.86] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.91] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.33] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.61] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.08] You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n[01:54.99] (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n[01:56.80] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.09] It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.82] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.44] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:07.58] I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:10.95] All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.04] Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.11] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.10] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.42] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.58] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.66] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.02] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:39.32] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:45.03] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:51.99] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:55.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More (feat. 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(Turn, turn)\n I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n\n 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n\n Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n Nobody don't wanna die no more\n I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n\n I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n I gotta keep my skin clear\n I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n\n (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n At the top, it's me\n It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n\n I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n\n I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n\n Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n Nobody don't wanna die no more\n I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n"},{"id":13363961,"name":"Cry No More","trackName":"Cry No More","artistName":"Headie One","albumName":"Cry No More (feat. Stormzy & Tay Keith)","duration":204.17,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\nYou don't wanna go court, have to lie no more\n(Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn\nNobody don't wanna cry no more (no)\nI seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)\nSometimes you gotta lose the battle\nJust so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh)\nYou gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh)\nTwo new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them two of them)\nMe and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)\nI know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more)\nI lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?)\nFeds still comin' with questionnaires\nHow can I live my life in fear? (Turn, turn)\nI came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\nI got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells\nI don't know if death is near\nCaught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs\nCome like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\nNext thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\nYou know work got sold on the road\nI made work, still sell in there (One)\nI've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\nNobody don't wanna cry no more\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\nYou don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\nI wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\nFour bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\nI gotta keep my skin clear\nI don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\nYou sing that Asake song with your chest\nBut you niggas ain't been here\nAt the top, it's me\nIt gets lonely sometimes\nThen I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\nCool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\nI'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight\nI do wait and see (brap)\nI put two plates on the side of the game\nLay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\nAll you can do with your fist is clench it\nI might Dave and Cench it (woo)\nTake a look at these diamonds wrong\nThen the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\nI do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\nI just laugh when they say that I can't go higher\nI'm a frequent flyer\nMy last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\nI got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah\nI got the weight of the game on my shoulder\nKept sayin' that it weren't no fluke\nI was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\nNobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\nYou don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.52] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\n[00:06.54] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[00:12.50] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[00:19.74] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more\n[00:22.72] (Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn\n[00:26.37] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)\n[00:28.32] I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)\n[00:31.04] Sometimes you gotta lose the battle\n[00:32.52] Just so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh)\n[00:34.43] You gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh)\n[00:37.71] Two new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them two of them)\n[00:40.35] Me and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)\n[00:44.59] I know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more)\n[00:47.51] I lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?)\n[00:50.18] Feds still comin' with questionnaires\n[00:51.69] How can I live my life in fear? (Turn, turn)\n[00:53.46] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:57.04] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells\n[00:58.50] I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.64] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs\n[01:01.72] Come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.60] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.65] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:09.22] You know work got sold on the road\n[01:10.63] I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:12.44] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:15.78] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:22.34] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:28.39] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.45] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.15] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.39] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.40] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.76] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.14] You sing that Asake song with your chest\n[01:53.92] But you niggas ain't been here\n[01:56.83] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.07] It gets lonely sometimes\n[01:59.85] Then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.56] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.21] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight\n[02:06.56] I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:08.01] I put two plates on the side of the game\n[02:09.60] Lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:11.06] All you can do with your fist is clench it\n[02:12.88] I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.68] Take a look at these diamonds wrong\n[02:15.72] Then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.22] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.38] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher\n[02:22.47] I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.54] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.87] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah\n[02:28.02] I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.77] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke\n[02:31.29] I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.36] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:38.45] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:44.73] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:50.75] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:56.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More\n artist: Headie One\n album: Cry No More (feat. 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(Turn, turn)\n I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells\n I don't know if death is near\n Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs\n Come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n You know work got sold on the road\n I made work, still sell in there (One)\n I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n Nobody don't wanna die no more\n I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n I gotta keep my skin clear\n I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n You sing that Asake song with your chest\n But you niggas ain't been here\n At the top, it's me\n It gets lonely sometimes\n Then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight\n I do wait and see (brap)\n I put two plates on the side of the game\n Lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n All you can do with your fist is clench it\n I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n Take a look at these diamonds wrong\n Then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher\n I'm a frequent flyer\n My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah\n I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke\n I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n Nobody don't wanna die no more\n I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n"},{"id":18206560,"name":"Cry No More","trackName":"Cry No More","artistName":"Headie One","albumName":"The Last One","duration":204.17059,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\nYou don't wanna go court, have to lie no more\n(Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn\nNobody don't wanna cry no more (no)\nI seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)\nSometimes you gotta lose the battle\nJust so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh)\nYou gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh)\nTwo new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them two of them)\nMe and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)\nI know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more)\nI lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?)\nFeds still comin' with questionnaires\nHow can I live my life in fear? (Turn, turn)\nI came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\nI got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells\nI don't know if death is near\nCaught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs\nCome like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\nNext thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\nYou know work got sold on the road\nI made work, still sell in there (One)\nI've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\nNobody don't wanna cry no more\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\nYou don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\nI wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\nFour bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\nI gotta keep my skin clear\nI don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\nYou sing that Asake song with your chest\nBut you niggas ain't been here\nAt the top, it's me\nIt gets lonely sometimes\nThen I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\nCool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\nI'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight\nI do wait and see (brap)\nI put two plates on the side of the game\nLay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\nAll you can do with your fist is clench it\nI might Dave and Cench it (woo)\nTake a look at these diamonds wrong\nThen the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\nI do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\nI just laugh when they say that I can't go higher\nI'm a frequent flyer\nMy last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\nI got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah\nI got the weight of the game on my shoulder\nKept sayin' that it weren't no fluke\nI was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\nNobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\nYou don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.52] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\n[00:06.54] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[00:12.50] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[00:19.74] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more\n[00:22.72] (Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn\n[00:26.37] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)\n[00:28.32] I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)\n[00:31.04] Sometimes you gotta lose the battle\n[00:32.52] Just so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh)\n[00:34.43] You gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh)\n[00:37.71] Two new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them two of them)\n[00:40.35] Me and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)\n[00:44.59] I know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more)\n[00:47.51] I lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?)\n[00:50.18] Feds still comin' with questionnaires\n[00:51.69] How can I live my life in fear? (Turn, turn)\n[00:53.46] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:57.04] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells\n[00:58.50] I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.64] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs\n[01:01.72] Come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.60] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.65] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:09.22] You know work got sold on the road\n[01:10.63] I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:12.44] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:15.78] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:22.34] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:28.39] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.45] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.15] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.39] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.40] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.76] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.14] You sing that Asake song with your chest\n[01:53.92] But you niggas ain't been here\n[01:56.83] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.07] It gets lonely sometimes\n[01:59.85] Then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.56] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.21] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight\n[02:06.56] I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:08.01] I put two plates on the side of the game\n[02:09.60] Lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:11.06] All you can do with your fist is clench it\n[02:12.88] I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.68] Take a look at these diamonds wrong\n[02:15.72] Then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.22] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.38] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher\n[02:22.47] I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.54] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.87] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah\n[02:28.02] I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.77] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke\n[02:31.29] I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.36] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:38.45] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:44.73] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:50.75] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:56.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More\n artist: Headie One\n album: The Last One\n duration_ms: 204171\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\n start_ms: 520\n end_ms: 6540\n- text: Nobody don't wanna die no more\n start_ms: 6540\n end_ms: 12500\n- text: I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n start_ms: 12500\n end_ms: 19740\n- text: You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more\n start_ms: 19740\n end_ms: 22720\n- text: (Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn\n start_ms: 22720\n end_ms: 26370\n- text: Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)\n start_ms: 26370\n end_ms: 28320\n- text: I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)\n start_ms: 28320\n end_ms: 31040\n- text: Sometimes you gotta lose the battle\n start_ms: 31040\n end_ms: 32520\n- text: Just so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh)\n start_ms: 32520\n end_ms: 34430\n- text: You gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh)\n start_ms: 34430\n end_ms: 37710\n- text: Two new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them two of them)\n start_ms: 37710\n end_ms: 40350\n- text: Me and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)\n start_ms: 40350\n end_ms: 44590\n- text: I know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more)\n start_ms: 44590\n end_ms: 47510\n- text: I lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?)\n start_ms: 47510\n end_ms: 50180\n- text: Feds still comin' with questionnaires\n start_ms: 50180\n end_ms: 51690\n- text: How can I live my life in fear? 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(Turn, turn)\nI came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\nI got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\nCaught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n\n15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\nNext thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\nYou know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\nI've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n\nNobody don't wanna cry no more\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\nYou don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n\nI wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\nFour bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\nI gotta keep my skin clear\nI don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\nYou sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n\n(Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\nAt the top, it's me\nIt gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\nCool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\nI'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n\nI put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\nAll you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\nTake a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\nI do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n\nI just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\nMy last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\nI got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\nKept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n\nNobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\nNobody don't wanna die no more\nI'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\nYou don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.59] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\n[00:06.82] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[00:12.62] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[00:19.43] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more\n[00:24.09] (Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn\n[00:25.73] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)\n[00:28.31] I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)\n[00:30.93] Sometimes you gotta lose the battle just so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh)\n[00:34.13] You gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh)\n[00:37.98] Two new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them, two of them)\n[00:40.57] Me and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)\n[00:43.96] I know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more)\n[00:47.59] I lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?)\n[00:49.64] Feds still comin' with questionnaires, how can I live my life in fear? (Turn, turn)\n[00:54.07] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:56.37] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.15] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.04] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.66] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:08.94] You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:13.01] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:16.76] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:23.08] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:29.01] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.68] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.86] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.91] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.33] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.61] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.08] You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n[01:54.99] (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n[01:56.80] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.09] It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.82] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.44] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:07.58] I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:10.95] All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.04] Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.11] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.10] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.42] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.58] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.66] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.02] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:39.32] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:45.03] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:51.99] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:55.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More\n artist: Headie One & Stormzy\n album: Cry No More\n duration_ms: 204000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody don't wanna cry no more (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\n start_ms: 590\n end_ms: 6820\n- text: Nobody don't wanna die no more\n start_ms: 6820\n end_ms: 12620\n- text: I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n start_ms: 12620\n end_ms: 19430\n- text: You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more\n start_ms: 19430\n end_ms: 24090\n- text: (Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?), turn\n start_ms: 24090\n end_ms: 25730\n- text: Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)\n start_ms: 25730\n end_ms: 28310\n- text: I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)\n start_ms: 28310\n end_ms: 30930\n- text: Sometimes you gotta lose the battle just so you can win the war (suh, suh, s-s-suh)\n start_ms: 30930\n end_ms: 34130\n- text: You gotta go back and forth from the court to the roads to court (uh)\n start_ms: 34130\n end_ms: 37980\n- text: Two new waps, we play an expensive sport (two of them, two of them)\n start_ms: 37980\n end_ms: 40570\n- text: Me and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)\n start_ms: 40570\n end_ms: 43960\n- text: I know it's a two-seat, but they say less is more (less is more)\n start_ms: 43960\n end_ms: 47590\n- text: I lost so much boots, feel like I need a pedicure (why?)\n start_ms: 47590\n end_ms: 49640\n- text: Feds still comin' with questionnaires, how can I live my life in fear? 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(Turn, turn)\n[00:54.07] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:56.37] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.15] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.04] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.66] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:08.94] You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:13.01] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:16.76] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:23.08] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:29.01] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.68] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.86] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.91] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.33] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.61] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.08] You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n[01:54.99] (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n[01:56.80] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.09] It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.82] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.44] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:07.58] I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:10.95] All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.04] Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.11] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.10] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.42] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.58] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.66] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.02] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:39.32] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:45.03] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:51.99] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:55.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More (feat. 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(Turn, turn)\n[00:54.07] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:56.37] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.15] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.04] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.66] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:08.94] You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:13.01] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:16.76] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:23.08] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:29.01] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.68] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.86] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.91] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.33] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.61] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.08] You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n[01:54.99] (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n[01:56.80] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.09] It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.82] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.44] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:07.58] I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:10.95] All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.04] Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.11] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.10] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.42] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.58] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.66] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.02] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:39.32] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:45.03] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:51.99] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:55.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More (feat. 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(Turn, turn)\n[00:54.07] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:56.37] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.15] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.04] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.66] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:08.94] You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:13.01] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:16.76] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:23.08] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:29.01] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.68] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.86] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.91] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.33] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.61] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.08] You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n[01:54.99] (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n[01:56.80] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.09] It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.82] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.44] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:07.58] I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:10.95] All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.04] Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.11] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.10] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.42] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.58] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.66] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.02] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:39.32] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:45.03] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:51.99] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:55.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More (feat. 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(Turn, turn)\n[00:54.07] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:56.37] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.15] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.04] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.66] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:08.94] You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:13.01] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:16.76] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:23.08] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:29.01] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.68] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.86] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.91] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.33] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.61] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.08] You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n[01:54.99] (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n[01:56.80] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.09] It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.82] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.44] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:07.58] I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:10.95] All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.04] Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.11] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.10] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.42] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.58] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.66] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.02] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:39.32] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:45.03] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:51.99] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:55.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More (feat. 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(Turn, turn)\n[00:54.07] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:56.37] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.15] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.04] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.66] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:08.94] You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:13.01] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:16.76] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:23.08] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:29.01] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.68] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.86] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.91] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.33] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.61] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.08] You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n[01:54.99] (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n[01:56.80] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.09] It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.82] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.44] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:07.58] I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:10.95] All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.04] Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.11] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.10] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.42] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.58] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.66] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.02] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:39.32] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:45.03] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:51.99] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:55.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More (feat. 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(Turn, turn)\n I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells\n I don't know if death is near\n Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs\n Come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n You know work got sold on the road\n I made work, still sell in there (One)\n I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n Nobody don't wanna die no more\n I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n I gotta keep my skin clear\n I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n You sing that Asake song with your chest\n But you niggas ain't been here\n At the top, it's me\n It gets lonely sometimes\n Then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight\n I do wait and see (brap)\n I put two plates on the side of the game\n Lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n All you can do with your fist is clench it\n I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n Take a look at these diamonds wrong\n Then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher\n I'm a frequent flyer\n My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah\n I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke\n I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n Nobody don't wanna die no more\n I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n"},{"id":36860845,"name":"Cry No More (feat. 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(Turn, turn)\n[00:54.07] I came up, now my wrist is sheddin' tears (turn, ayy, told me turn)\n[00:56.37] I got this hand ting filled up with Nina bells, I don't know if death is near\n[00:59.15] Caught me an opp-boy, told bro let me do stabs, come like he the engineer (suh, s-s-suh)\n[01:03.04] 15 with a sawn-off, long like a bottle of Belvedere\n[01:05.66] Next thing I'm in HMP, I really had to get mail in there (One)\n[01:08.94] You know work got sold on the road, I made work, still sell in there (One)\n[01:13.01] I've seen niggas fold, start singin' like Ella Eyre (uh)\n[01:16.76] Nobody don't wanna cry no more\n[01:23.08] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[01:29.01] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more (yo)\n[01:35.68] You don't wanna go court, have to lie no more (look)\n[01:42.86] I wasted a mill' on drip, all I rock is gymwear\n[01:45.91] Four bags on T-shirts, two bags on skincare\n[01:48.33] I gotta keep my skin clear\n[01:49.61] I don't know about queues, just walk straight in there\n[01:52.08] You sing that Asake song with your chest, but you niggas ain't been here\n[01:54.99] (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)\n[01:56.80] At the top, it's me\n[01:58.09] It gets lonely sometimes, then I look down with a sigh of relief (phew)\n[02:01.82] Cool, my flow's tight like Gage and Fee\n[02:04.44] I'm a grown-arse man, I don't do on sight, I do wait and see (brap)\n[02:07.58] I put two plates on the side of the game, lay down on my back, then bench it (bench it)\n[02:10.95] All you can do with your fist is clench it, I might Dave and Cench it (woo)\n[02:14.04] Take a look at these diamonds wrong, then the mandem gon' turn you sprinter\n[02:17.11] I do the Uno reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter\n[02:20.10] I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer\n[02:23.42] My last album's cold, but my new one's fire, I might call it Maya\n[02:26.58] I got back pain and I got neck pain 'cah I got the weight of the game on my shoulder\n[02:29.66] Kept sayin' that it weren't no fluke, I was young like Luke, now I gotta be Yoda\n[02:33.02] Nobody don't wanna cry no more (you don't)\n[02:39.32] Nobody don't wanna die no more\n[02:45.03] I'm sure nobody don't wanna go hide no more\n[02:51.99] You don't wanna go to court, have to lie no more\n[02:55.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cry No More (feat. 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