[{"id":35827477,"name":"Bunce Road Blues","trackName":"Bunce Road Blues","artistName":"J. Cole, Future, & Tems","albumName":"Bunce Road Blues","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All of y'all niggas shoot at the opps and run from the cops\nAnd I don't get it, I ain't suggesting\nYou fire your weapon at twelve, but hell\nWhy in the fuck do we feel the niggas\n\nLooking like us that deserve to be killed?\nMeanwhile, Capitol Hill been making it\nEasy for them to go stuff us in cells\nI ain't no preacher for real, I just like to\nCut on the mic and start letting it spill\n\nAnd I been leaving a trail, you play all\nMy albums and find you a letter revealed\nThis a suicide note, come here, look what I wrote\n\nI'm 'bout to kill myself, J. Cole, I don't even want this role\nWanna rebuild myself, tuck my pole under the driver's seat\nNigga, don't try to reach, I'll bust a hole right in your frontal lobe\nThat's a lobotomy, two months ago, I was on Bus Road\nNigga spotted me, said, \"What's up, Cole? I love you, bro\"\nHe said he proud of me, that touched my soul\n\nWasn't too long ago that I was over here at Sandy First Middle\n\nHad my very first little girlfriend\nThat would let me get a feel or two\n\nBack then it was considerable, enough to avoid the ridicule\nBut come another year or two\nBoy, you better be fucking on something\nMy mama ain't never even give me no rubbers\nPapa was gone, how to put Trojan on was something I had to discover\nAll on my own, y'all know the song\nI probably been singing this shit for too long\nPardon me if I been sounding like some broken\nRecord, I come from the brokest of homes\n\nI come from the brokest of homes\n\nIt's seven o'clock on the dot, I'm in my drop top\nCruising the streets that I grew up in\nI didn't think the same back then\nSaying, \"Oh, how we changed, man,\" fuck, that's when\nThe pistols go pop, bodies drop, they got the block blocked\nIt's the police, we ain't seen nothing\nI just roll up my weed, then get to puffing\nAnd lay back in my seat, oh yes, I'm numb again\n\nOh, there, there, there\nFinding you lose when you choose to neglect\nThe roots that we grew to protect us, oh\nThe sun has been blinding lately, mmm\nOne day you find when your light's out\nYou always were a bright star to me\nEven the times the world didn't say so\n\nOne in the morning\nIf the walls where you are talked, would they fess up?\nI'm scared of the tales they'll tell us\nMuch better if I ignore\n\nSteady, will you be around when I'm ready?\nI'd rather you go and be happy\nBut I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\nYeah, I'm steady, but love might be gone when you're ready\nI should move on and be happy\nBut I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\n\nLove is a mountain climb for you\nThought you were lying, I could pull you\nScared I wouldn't grasp for long, but my hold is strong for you\n\nHow many ways must I profess?\nGunshot to your head, die for me\nHey, how can I let you go?\n\nHave mercy, it's broken\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nHave mercy, it's broken\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in","syncedLyrics":"[00:27.90] All of y'all niggas shoot at the opps and run from the cops\n[00:31.03] And I don't get it, I ain't suggesting\n[00:32.55] You fire your weapon at twelve, but hell\n[00:34.40] Why in the fuck do we feel the niggas\n[00:36.13] Looking like us that deserve to be killed?\n[00:37.92] Meanwhile, Capitol Hill been making it\n[00:39.66] Easy for them to go stuff us in cells\n[00:41.42] I ain't no preacher for real, I just like to\n[00:43.16] Cut on the mic and start letting it spill\n[00:44.90] And I been leaving a trail, you play all\n[00:46.49] My albums and find you a letter revealed\n[00:48.45] This a suicide note, come here, look what I wrote\n[00:51.08] I'm 'bout to kill myself, J. Cole, I don't even want this role\n[00:54.49] Wanna rebuild myself, tuck my pole under the driver's seat\n[00:58.05] Nigga, don't try to reach, I'll bust a hole right in your frontal lobe\n[01:01.44] That's a lobotomy, two months ago, I was on Bus Road\n[01:05.04] Nigga spotted me, said, \"What's up, Cole? I love you, bro\"\n[01:08.34] He said he proud of me, that touched my soul\n[01:10.54] Wasn't too long ago that I was over here at Sandy First Middle\n[01:14.49] Had my very first little girlfriend\n[01:16.44] That would let me get a feel or two\n[01:18.11] Back then it was considerable, enough to avoid the ridicule\n[01:21.58] But come another year or two\n[01:23.12] Boy, you better be fucking on something\n[01:24.62] My mama ain't never even give me no rubbers\n[01:26.64] Papa was gone, how to put Trojan on was something I had to discover\n[01:30.16] All on my own, y'all know the song\n[01:31.77] I probably been singing this shit for too long\n[01:33.69] Pardon me if I been sounding like some broken\n[01:35.38] Record, I come from the brokest of homes\n[01:39.02] I come from the brokest of homes\n[01:42.52] \n[01:50.32] It's seven o'clock on the dot, I'm in my drop top\n[01:54.18] Cruising the streets that I grew up in\n[01:57.68] I didn't think the same back then\n[02:00.50] Saying, \"Oh, how we changed, man,\" fuck, that's when\n[02:04.30] The pistols go pop, bodies drop, they got the block blocked\n[02:08.06] It's the police, we ain't seen nothing\n[02:11.13] I just roll up my weed, then get to puffing\n[02:14.67] And lay back in my seat, oh yes, I'm numb again\n[02:19.71] \n[02:43.92] Oh, there, there, there\n[02:47.55] Finding you lose when you choose to neglect\n[02:52.15] The roots that we grew to protect us, oh\n[02:56.48] The sun has been blinding lately, mmm\n[03:01.87] One day you find when your light's out\n[03:05.26] You always were a bright star to me\n[03:08.87] Even the times the world didn't say so\n[03:14.16] One in the morning\n[03:16.42] If the walls where you are talked, would they fess up?\n[03:19.81] I'm scared of the tales they'll tell us\n[03:23.15] Much better if I ignore\n[03:28.74] Steady, will you be around when I'm ready?\n[03:33.88] I'd rather you go and be happy\n[03:37.25] But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\n[03:42.29] Yeah, I'm steady, but love might be gone when you're ready\n[03:48.22] I should move on and be happy\n[03:51.18] But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\n[03:57.53] Love is a mountain climb for you\n[04:00.98] Thought you were lying, I could pull you\n[04:04.35] Scared I wouldn't grasp for long, but my hold is strong for you\n[04:11.43] How many ways must I profess?\n[04:14.87] Gunshot to your head, die for me\n[04:17.98] Hey, how can I let you go?\n[04:25.15] Have mercy, it's broken\n[04:28.66] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:32.16] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:35.55] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:39.06] Have mercy, it's broken\n[04:42.52] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:46.09] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:49.43] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[05:10.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bunce Road Blues\n  artist: J. 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Meanwhile, Capitol Hill been making it\n  Easy for them to go stuff us in cells\n  I ain't no preacher for real, I just like to\n  Cut on the mic and start letting it spill\n\n  And I been leaving a trail, you play all\n  My albums and find you a letter revealed\n  This a suicide note, come here, look what I wrote\n\n  I'm 'bout to kill myself, J. Cole, I don't even want this role\n  Wanna rebuild myself, tuck my pole under the driver's seat\n  Nigga, don't try to reach, I'll bust a hole right in your frontal lobe\n  That's a lobotomy, two months ago, I was on Bus Road\n  Nigga spotted me, said, \"What's up, Cole? I love you, bro\"\n  He said he proud of me, that touched my soul\n\n  Wasn't too long ago that I was over here at Sandy First Middle\n\n  Had my very first little girlfriend\n  That would let me get a feel or two\n\n  Back then it was considerable, enough to avoid the ridicule\n  But come another year or two\n  Boy, you better be fucking on something\n  My mama ain't never even give me no rubbers\n  Papa was gone, how to put Trojan on was something I had to discover\n  All on my own, y'all know the song\n  I probably been singing this shit for too long\n  Pardon me if I been sounding like some broken\n  Record, I come from the brokest of homes\n\n  I come from the brokest of homes\n\n  It's seven o'clock on the dot, I'm in my drop top\n  Cruising the streets that I grew up in\n  I didn't think the same back then\n  Saying, \"Oh, how we changed, man,\" fuck, that's when\n  The pistols go pop, bodies drop, they got the block blocked\n  It's the police, we ain't seen nothing\n  I just roll up my weed, then get to puffing\n  And lay back in my seat, oh yes, I'm numb again\n\n  Oh, there, there, there\n  Finding you lose when you choose to neglect\n  The roots that we grew to protect us, oh\n  The sun has been blinding lately, mmm\n  One day you find when your light's out\n  You always were a bright star to me\n  Even the times the world didn't say so\n\n  One in the morning\n  If the walls where you are talked, would they fess up?\n  I'm scared of the tales they'll tell us\n  Much better if I ignore\n\n  Steady, will you be around when I'm ready?\n  I'd rather you go and be happy\n  But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\n  Yeah, I'm steady, but love might be gone when you're ready\n  I should move on and be happy\n  But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\n\n  Love is a mountain climb for you\n  Thought you were lying, I could pull you\n  Scared I wouldn't grasp for long, but my hold is strong for you\n\n  How many ways must I profess?\n  Gunshot to your head, die for me\n  Hey, how can I let you go?\n\n  Have mercy, it's broken\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  Have mercy, it's broken\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n"},{"id":29037292,"name":"Bunce Road Blues","trackName":"Bunce Road Blues","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"J. Cole","duration":311.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Will you be around when I'm ready?\nI'd rather you go and be happy (happy)\nBut I don't wanna leave you alone, no, mm\n\nHm, all of y'all niggas is pussy, you shoot at the opps and run from the cops\nAnd I don't get it, I ain't suggesting you fire your weapon at 12, but hell\nWhy in the fuck do we feel that niggas that's lookin' like us who deserve to be killed?\nMeanwhile, Capitol Hill been makin' it easy for them to go stuff us in cells\nI ain't no preacher for real, I just like to cut on the mic' and start lettin' it spill\nAnd I've been leavin' a trail, you play all my albums and find you a letter revealed\nThis a suicide note, come here, look what I wrote, I'm 'bout to kill myself\n\nFuck J. Cole, I don't even want this role, wanna rebuild myself\nTuck my pole under the driver's seat, nigga, don't try to reach\nI'll bust a hole right in your frontal lobe, that's a lobotomy\nTwo months ago, I was on Bunce Road, nigga done spotted me\nSaid, \"What's up, Cole? Nigga, I love you, bo\"\nHe said he proud of me, that touched my soul\nWasn't too long ago that I was over here at Seventy-First Middle\nHad my very first little girlfriend, that'll let me get a feel or two\n\nBack then it was considerable, enough to void the ridicule\nBut come another year or two\n\"Boy, you better be fuckin' on somethin'\"\nMy mama ain't never even give me no rubbers\nPapa was gone, how to put Trojan on was somethin' I had to discover\nAll on my own, y'all know the song\nI probably been singin' this shit for too long\nPardon me if I've been soundin' like some broken record\nI come from the brokest of homes (shit)\nI come from the brokest of homes\n\nWill you be around when I'm ready?\nI'd rather you go and be happy (happy)\nBut I don't wanna leave you alone, no\n\nIt's seven o'clock on the dot\nI'm in my drop-top cruisin' the streets that I grew up in\nI didn't think the same back then\nSayin', \"Oh, how we changed,\" my nigga, that's when\nThe pistols go pop, bodies drop\nThey got the block blocked, it's the police, we ain't see nothin'\nI just roll up my weed and get to puffin'\nAnd lay back in my seat, oh yes, I'm numb again\n\nUh-oh, uh-oh (will you be around when I'm ready?)\nUh-oh, uh-oh (I'd rather you go and be happy) (happy)\nUh-oh, uh-oh (but I don't wanna leave you alone, no)\nUh-oh, uh-oh (happy)\nUh-oh, uh-oh (will you be around when I'm ready?)\nUh-oh, uh-oh (I'd rather you go and be happy) (happy)\nUh-oh, uh-oh (but I don't wanna leave you alone, no)\nUh-oh (yeah), uh-oh (yeah, hey)\n\nFinding you lose when you choose to neglect\nThe roots that we grew to protect us, oh\nThe sun has been blinding lately, mm-mm\nOne day, you find when your light's out\nYou always were a bright star to me\nEven at times the world didn't say so\nOne in the morning\nIf the walls where you once talked, would they fess up?\nI'm scared of the tales they will tell us\nMuch better if I ignore\n\nSteady, will you be around when I'm ready?\nI'd rather you go and be happy\nBut I don't wanna leave you alone, no\n\nYeah, I'm steady\nBut love might be gone when you're ready\nI should move on and be happy\nBut I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\nLove is a mountain climb for you\nThrow you a line, I could pull you\nScared I wouldn't grasp for long\nBut my holding strong for you\nHow many ways must I profess?\nGunshot to your head, die for me\nHey-hey, how can I let you go?\n\nHave mercy, it's broken\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nHave mercy, it's broken\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.75] Will you be around when I'm ready?\n[00:18.95] I'd rather you go and be happy (happy)\n[00:22.38] But I don't wanna leave you alone, no, mm\n[00:27.52] Hm, all of y'all niggas is pussy, you shoot at the opps and run from the cops\n[00:31.02] And I don't get it, I ain't suggesting you fire your weapon at 12, but hell\n[00:34.43] Why in the fuck do we feel that niggas that's lookin' like us who deserve to be killed?\n[00:37.99] Meanwhile, Capitol Hill been makin' it easy for them to go stuff us in cells\n[00:41.43] I ain't no preacher for real, I just like to cut on the mic' and start lettin' it spill\n[00:44.80] And I've been leavin' a trail, you play all my albums and find you a letter revealed\n[00:48.32] This a suicide note, come here, look what I wrote, I'm 'bout to kill myself\n[00:52.23] Fuck J. Cole, I don't even want this role, wanna rebuild myself\n[00:55.78] Tuck my pole under the driver's seat, nigga, don't try to reach\n[00:59.07] I'll bust a hole right in your frontal lobe, that's a lobotomy\n[01:02.45] Two months ago, I was on Bunce Road, nigga done spotted me\n[01:05.99] Said, \"What's up, Cole? Nigga, I love you, bo\"\n[01:08.33] He said he proud of me, that touched my soul\n[01:10.47] Wasn't too long ago that I was over here at Seventy-First Middle\n[01:14.46] Had my very first little girlfriend, that'll let me get a feel or two\n[01:18.15] Back then it was considerable, enough to void the ridicule\n[01:21.53] But come another year or two\n[01:23.15] \"Boy, you better be fuckin' on somethin'\"\n[01:24.44] My mama ain't never even give me no rubbers\n[01:26.50] Papa was gone, how to put Trojan on was somethin' I had to discover\n[01:30.06] All on my own, y'all know the song\n[01:31.77] I probably been singin' this shit for too long\n[01:33.51] Pardon me if I've been soundin' like some broken record\n[01:35.58] I come from the brokest of homes (shit)\n[01:38.95] I come from the brokest of homes\n[01:39.21] Will you be around when I'm ready?\n[01:42.53] I'd rather you go and be happy (happy)\n[01:45.91] But I don't wanna leave you alone, no\n[01:50.27] It's seven o'clock on the dot\n[01:52.59] I'm in my drop-top cruisin' the streets that I grew up in\n[01:57.49] I didn't think the same back then\n[02:00.49] Sayin', \"Oh, how we changed,\" my nigga, that's when\n[02:04.22] The pistols go pop, bodies drop\n[02:06.43] They got the block blocked, it's the police, we ain't see nothin'\n[02:11.18] I just roll up my weed and get to puffin'\n[02:14.55] And lay back in my seat, oh yes, I'm numb again\n[02:19.74] Uh-oh, uh-oh (will you be around when I'm ready?)\n[02:23.20] Uh-oh, uh-oh (I'd rather you go and be happy) (happy)\n[02:26.70] Uh-oh, uh-oh (but I don't wanna leave you alone, no)\n[02:30.23] Uh-oh, uh-oh (happy)\n[02:33.78] Uh-oh, uh-oh (will you be around when I'm ready?)\n[02:37.25] Uh-oh, uh-oh (I'd rather you go and be happy) (happy)\n[02:40.63] Uh-oh, uh-oh (but I don't wanna leave you alone, no)\n[02:44.11] Uh-oh (yeah), uh-oh (yeah, hey)\n[02:47.32] Finding you lose when you choose to neglect\n[02:51.99] The roots that we grew to protect us, oh\n[02:56.37] The sun has been blinding lately, mm-mm\n[03:01.85] One day, you find when your light's out\n[03:05.14] You always were a bright star to me\n[03:08.71] Even at times the world didn't say so\n[03:14.05] One in the morning\n[03:16.30] If the walls where you once talked, would they fess up?\n[03:19.88] I'm scared of the tales they will tell us\n[03:23.26] Much better if I ignore\n[03:28.78] Steady, will you be around when I'm ready?\n[03:33.84] I'd rather you go and be happy\n[03:37.18] But I don't wanna leave you alone, no\n[03:42.12] Yeah, I'm steady\n[03:44.25] But love might be gone when you're ready\n[03:47.96] I should move on and be happy\n[03:51.11] But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\n[03:57.35] Love is a mountain climb for you\n[04:00.85] Throw you a line, I could pull you\n[04:04.33] Scared I wouldn't grasp for long\n[04:06.68] But my holding strong for you\n[04:11.34] How many ways must I profess?\n[04:14.89] Gunshot to your head, die for me\n[04:17.82] Hey-hey, how can I let you go?\n[04:24.95] Have mercy, it's broken\n[04:28.59] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:32.05] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:35.34] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:38.93] Have mercy, it's broken\n[04:42.38] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:45.95] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:49.36] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:52.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bunce Road Blues\n  artist: J. 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Cole, I don't even want this role, wanna rebuild myself\nTuck my pole under the driver's seat, nigga, don't try to reach\nI'll bust a hole right in your frontal lobe, that's a lobotomy\nTwo months ago, I was on Bunce Road, nigga done spotted me\nSaid, \"What's up, Cole? Nigga, I love you, bo\"\nHe said he proud of me, that touched my soul\nWasn't too long ago that I was over here at Seventy-First Middle\nHad my very first little girlfriend, that'll let me get a feel or two\n\nBack then it was considerable, enough to void the ridicule\nBut come another year or two\n\"Boy, you better be fuckin' on somethin'\"\nMy mama ain't never even give me no rubbers\nPapa was gone, how to put Trojan on was somethin' I had to discover\nAll on my own, y'all know the song\nI probably been singin' this shit for too long\nPardon me if I've been soundin' like some broken record\nI come from the brokest of homes (shit)\nI come from the brokest of homes\n\nWill you be around when I'm ready?\nI'd rather you go and be happy (happy)\nBut I don't wanna leave you alone, no\n\nIt's seven o'clock on the dot\nI'm in my drop-top cruisin' the streets that I grew up in\nI didn't think the same back then\nSayin', \"Oh, how we changed,\" my nigga, that's when\nThe pistols go pop, bodies drop\nThey got the block blocked, it's the police, we ain't see nothin'\nI just roll up my weed and get to puffin'\nAnd lay back in my seat, oh yes, I'm numb again\n\nUh-oh, uh-oh (will you be around when I'm ready?)\nUh-oh, uh-oh (I'd rather you go and be happy) (happy)\nUh-oh, uh-oh (but I don't wanna leave you alone, no)\nUh-oh, uh-oh (happy)\nUh-oh, uh-oh (will you be around when I'm ready?)\nUh-oh, uh-oh (I'd rather you go and be happy) (happy)\nUh-oh, uh-oh (but I don't wanna leave you alone, no)\nUh-oh (yeah), uh-oh (yeah, hey)\n\nFinding you lose when you choose to neglect\nThe roots that we grew to protect us, oh\nThe sun has been blinding lately, mm-mm\nOne day, you find when your light's out\nYou always were a bright star to me\nEven at times the world didn't say so\nOne in the morning\nIf the walls where you once talked, would they fess up?\nI'm scared of the tales they will tell us\nMuch better if I ignore\n\nSteady, will you be around when I'm ready?\nI'd rather you go and be happy\nBut I don't wanna leave you alone, no\n\nYeah, I'm steady\nBut love might be gone when you're ready\nI should move on and be happy\nBut I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\nLove is a mountain climb for you\nThrow you a line, I could pull you\nScared I wouldn't grasp for long\nBut my holding strong for you\nHow many ways must I profess?\nGunshot to your head, die for me\nHey-hey, how can I let you go?\n\nHave mercy, it's broken\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nHave mercy, it's broken\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\nI'm handcuffed, I'm roped in","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.75] Will you be around when I'm ready?\n[00:18.95] I'd rather you go and be happy (happy)\n[00:22.38] But I don't wanna leave you alone, no, mm\n[00:27.52] Hm, all of y'all niggas is pussy, you shoot at the opps and run from the cops\n[00:31.02] And I don't get it, I ain't suggesting you fire your weapon at 12, but hell\n[00:34.43] Why in the fuck do we feel that niggas that's lookin' like us who deserve to be killed?\n[00:37.99] Meanwhile, Capitol Hill been makin' it easy for them to go stuff us in cells\n[00:41.43] I ain't no preacher for real, I just like to cut on the mic' and start lettin' it spill\n[00:44.80] And I've been leavin' a trail, you play all my albums and find you a letter revealed\n[00:48.32] This a suicide note, come here, look what I wrote, I'm 'bout to kill myself\n[00:52.23] Fuck J. Cole, I don't even want this role, wanna rebuild myself\n[00:55.78] Tuck my pole under the driver's seat, nigga, don't try to reach\n[00:59.07] I'll bust a hole right in your frontal lobe, that's a lobotomy\n[01:02.45] Two months ago, I was on Bunce Road, nigga done spotted me\n[01:05.99] Said, \"What's up, Cole? Nigga, I love you, bo\"\n[01:08.33] He said he proud of me, that touched my soul\n[01:10.47] Wasn't too long ago that I was over here at Seventy-First Middle\n[01:14.46] Had my very first little girlfriend, that'll let me get a feel or two\n[01:18.15] Back then it was considerable, enough to void the ridicule\n[01:21.53] But come another year or two\n[01:23.15] \"Boy, you better be fuckin' on somethin'\"\n[01:24.44] My mama ain't never even give me no rubbers\n[01:26.50] Papa was gone, how to put Trojan on was somethin' I had to discover\n[01:30.06] All on my own, y'all know the song\n[01:31.77] I probably been singin' this shit for too long\n[01:33.51] Pardon me if I've been soundin' like some broken record\n[01:35.58] I come from the brokest of homes (shit)\n[01:38.95] I come from the brokest of homes\n[01:39.21] Will you be around when I'm ready?\n[01:42.53] I'd rather you go and be happy (happy)\n[01:45.91] But I don't wanna leave you alone, no\n[01:50.27] It's seven o'clock on the dot\n[01:52.59] I'm in my drop-top cruisin' the streets that I grew up in\n[01:57.49] I didn't think the same back then\n[02:00.49] Sayin', \"Oh, how we changed,\" my nigga, that's when\n[02:04.22] The pistols go pop, bodies drop\n[02:06.43] They got the block blocked, it's the police, we ain't see nothin'\n[02:11.18] I just roll up my weed and get to puffin'\n[02:14.55] And lay back in my seat, oh yes, I'm numb again\n[02:19.74] Uh-oh, uh-oh (will you be around when I'm ready?)\n[02:23.20] Uh-oh, uh-oh (I'd rather you go and be happy) (happy)\n[02:26.70] Uh-oh, uh-oh (but I don't wanna leave you alone, no)\n[02:30.23] Uh-oh, uh-oh (happy)\n[02:33.78] Uh-oh, uh-oh (will you be around when I'm ready?)\n[02:37.25] Uh-oh, uh-oh (I'd rather you go and be happy) (happy)\n[02:40.63] Uh-oh, uh-oh (but I don't wanna leave you alone, no)\n[02:44.11] Uh-oh (yeah), uh-oh (yeah, hey)\n[02:47.32] Finding you lose when you choose to neglect\n[02:51.99] The roots that we grew to protect us, oh\n[02:56.37] The sun has been blinding lately, mm-mm\n[03:01.85] One day, you find when your light's out\n[03:05.14] You always were a bright star to me\n[03:08.71] Even at times the world didn't say so\n[03:14.05] One in the morning\n[03:16.30] If the walls where you once talked, would they fess up?\n[03:19.88] I'm scared of the tales they will tell us\n[03:23.26] Much better if I ignore\n[03:28.78] Steady, will you be around when I'm ready?\n[03:33.84] I'd rather you go and be happy\n[03:37.18] But I don't wanna leave you alone, no\n[03:42.12] Yeah, I'm steady\n[03:44.25] But love might be gone when you're ready\n[03:47.96] I should move on and be happy\n[03:51.11] But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\n[03:57.35] Love is a mountain climb for you\n[04:00.85] Throw you a line, I could pull you\n[04:04.33] Scared I wouldn't grasp for long\n[04:06.68] But my holding strong for you\n[04:11.34] How many ways must I profess?\n[04:14.89] Gunshot to your head, die for me\n[04:17.82] Hey-hey, how can I let you go?\n[04:24.95] Have mercy, it's broken\n[04:28.59] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:32.05] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:35.34] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:38.93] Have mercy, it's broken\n[04:42.38] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:45.95] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:49.36] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:52.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bunce Road Blues\n  artist: J. 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Cole, I don't even want this role\n[00:54.49] Wanna rebuild myself, tuck my pole under the driver's seat\n[00:58.05] Nigga, don't try to reach, I'll bust a hole right in your frontal lobe\n[01:01.44] That's a lobotomy, two months ago, I was on Bus Road\n[01:05.04] Nigga spotted me, said, \"What's up, Cole? I love you, bro\"\n[01:08.34] He said he proud of me, that touched my soul\n[01:10.54] Wasn't too long ago that I was over here at Sandy First Middle\n[01:14.49] Had my very first little girlfriend\n[01:16.44] That would let me get a feel or two\n[01:18.11] Back then it was considerable, enough to avoid the ridicule\n[01:21.58] But come another year or two\n[01:23.12] Boy, you better be fucking on something\n[01:24.62] My mama ain't never even give me no rubbers\n[01:26.64] Papa was gone, how to put Trojan on was something I had to discover\n[01:30.16] All on my own, y'all know the song\n[01:31.77] I probably been singing this shit for too long\n[01:33.69] Pardon me if I been sounding like some broken\n[01:35.38] Record, I come from the brokest of homes\n[01:39.02] I come from the brokest of homes\n[01:42.52] \n[01:50.32] It's seven o'clock on the dot, I'm in my drop top\n[01:54.18] Cruising the streets that I grew up in\n[01:57.68] I didn't think the same back then\n[02:00.50] Saying, \"Oh, how we changed, man,\" fuck, that's when\n[02:04.30] The pistols go pop, bodies drop, they got the block blocked\n[02:08.06] It's the police, we ain't seen nothing\n[02:11.13] I just roll up my weed, then get to puffing\n[02:14.67] And lay back in my seat, oh yes, I'm numb again\n[02:19.71] \n[02:43.92] Oh, there, there, there\n[02:47.55] Finding you lose when you choose to neglect\n[02:52.15] The roots that we grew to protect us, oh\n[02:56.48] The sun has been blinding lately, mmm\n[03:01.87] One day you find when your light's out\n[03:05.26] You always were a bright star to me\n[03:08.87] Even the times the world didn't say so\n[03:14.16] One in the morning\n[03:16.42] If the walls where you are talked, would they fess up?\n[03:19.81] I'm scared of the tales they'll tell us\n[03:23.15] Much better if I ignore\n[03:28.74] Steady, will you be around when I'm ready?\n[03:33.88] I'd rather you go and be happy\n[03:37.25] But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\n[03:42.29] Yeah, I'm steady, but love might be gone when you're ready\n[03:48.22] I should move on and be happy\n[03:51.18] But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\n[03:57.53] Love is a mountain climb for you\n[04:00.98] Thought you were lying, I could pull you\n[04:04.35] Scared I wouldn't grasp for long, but my hold is strong for you\n[04:11.43] How many ways must I profess?\n[04:14.87] Gunshot to your head, die for me\n[04:17.98] Hey, how can I let you go?\n[04:25.15] Have mercy, it's broken\n[04:28.66] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:32.16] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:35.55] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:39.06] Have mercy, it's broken\n[04:42.52] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:46.09] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[04:49.43] I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n[05:10.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: J. 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Meanwhile, Capitol Hill been making it\n  Easy for them to go stuff us in cells\n  I ain't no preacher for real, I just like to\n  Cut on the mic and start letting it spill\n\n  And I been leaving a trail, you play all\n  My albums and find you a letter revealed\n  This a suicide note, come here, look what I wrote\n\n  I'm 'bout to kill myself, J. 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Cole, I don't even want this role, wanna rebuild myself\n  Tuck my pole under the driver's seat, nigga, don't try to reach\n  I'll bust a hole right in your frontal lobe, that's a lobotomy\n  Two months ago, I was on Bunce Road, nigga done spotted me\n  Said, \"What's up, Cole? Nigga, I love you, bo\"\n  He said he proud of me, that touched my soul\n  Wasn't too long ago that I was over here at Seventy-First Middle\n  Had my very first little girlfriend, that'll let me get a feel or two\n\n  Back then it was considerable, enough to void the ridicule\n  But come another year or two\n  \"Boy, you better be fuckin' on somethin'\"\n  My mama ain't never even give me no rubbers\n  Papa was gone, how to put Trojan on was somethin' I had to discover\n  All on my own, y'all know the song\n  I probably been singin' this shit for too long\n  Pardon me if I've been soundin' like some broken record\n  I come from the brokest of homes (shit)\n  I come from the brokest of homes\n\n  Will you be around when I'm ready?\n  I'd rather you go and be happy (happy)\n  But I don't wanna leave you alone, no\n\n  It's seven o'clock on the dot\n  I'm in my drop-top cruisin' the streets that I grew up in\n  I didn't think the same back then\n  Sayin', \"Oh, how we changed,\" my nigga, that's when\n  The pistols go pop, bodies drop\n  They got the block blocked, it's the police, we ain't see nothin'\n  I just roll up my weed and get to puffin'\n  And lay back in my seat, oh yes, I'm numb again\n\n  Uh-oh, uh-oh (will you be around when I'm ready?)\n  Uh-oh, uh-oh (I'd rather you go and be happy) (happy)\n  Uh-oh, uh-oh (but I don't wanna leave you alone, no)\n  Uh-oh, uh-oh (happy)\n  Uh-oh, uh-oh (will you be around when I'm ready?)\n  Uh-oh, uh-oh (I'd rather you go and be happy) (happy)\n  Uh-oh, uh-oh (but I don't wanna leave you alone, no)\n  Uh-oh (yeah), uh-oh (yeah, hey)\n\n  Finding you lose when you choose to neglect\n  The roots that we grew to protect us, oh\n  The sun has been blinding lately, mm-mm\n  One day, you find when your light's out\n  You always were a bright star to me\n  Even at times the world didn't say so\n  One in the morning\n  If the walls where you once talked, would they fess up?\n  I'm scared of the tales they will tell us\n  Much better if I ignore\n\n  Steady, will you be around when I'm ready?\n  I'd rather you go and be happy\n  But I don't wanna leave you alone, no\n\n  Yeah, I'm steady\n  But love might be gone when you're ready\n  I should move on and be happy\n  But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\n  Love is a mountain climb for you\n  Throw you a line, I could pull you\n  Scared I wouldn't grasp for long\n  But my holding strong for you\n  How many ways must I profess?\n  Gunshot to your head, die for me\n  Hey-hey, how can I let you go?\n\n  Have mercy, it's broken\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  Have mercy, it's broken\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n"},{"id":33701411,"name":"Bunce Road Blues","trackName":"Bunce Road Blues","artistName":"J. 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Cole, I don't even want this role\n  start_ms: 51080\n  end_ms: 54490\n- text: Wanna rebuild myself, tuck my pole under the driver's seat\n  start_ms: 54490\n  end_ms: 58050\n- text: Nigga, don't try to reach, I'll bust a hole right in your frontal lobe\n  start_ms: 58050\n  end_ms: 61440\n- text: That's a lobotomy, two months ago, I was on Bus Road\n  start_ms: 61440\n  end_ms: 65040\n- text: Nigga spotted me, said, \"What's up, Cole? I love you, bro\"\n  start_ms: 65040\n  end_ms: 68340\n- text: He said he proud of me, that touched my soul\n  start_ms: 68340\n  end_ms: 70540\n- text: Wasn't too long ago that I was over here at Sandy First Middle\n  start_ms: 70540\n  end_ms: 74490\n- text: Had my very first little girlfriend\n  start_ms: 74490\n  end_ms: 76440\n- text: That would let me get a feel or two\n  start_ms: 76440\n  end_ms: 78110\n- text: Back then it was considerable, enough to avoid the ridicule\n  start_ms: 78110\n  end_ms: 81580\n- text: But come another year or two\n  start_ms: 81580\n  end_ms: 83120\n- text: Boy, you better be fucking on something\n  start_ms: 83120\n  end_ms: 84620\n- text: My mama ain't never even give me no rubbers\n  start_ms: 84620\n  end_ms: 86640\n- text: Papa was gone, how to put Trojan on was something I had to discover\n  start_ms: 86640\n  end_ms: 90160\n- text: All on my own, y'all know the song\n  start_ms: 90160\n  end_ms: 91770\n- text: I probably been singing this shit for too long\n  start_ms: 91770\n  end_ms: 93690\n- text: Pardon me if I been sounding like some broken\n  start_ms: 93690\n  end_ms: 95380\n- text: Record, I come from the brokest of homes\n  start_ms: 95380\n  end_ms: 99020\n- text: I come from the brokest of homes\n  start_ms: 99020\n  end_ms: 102520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 102520\n  end_ms: 110320\n- text: It's seven o'clock on the dot, I'm in my drop top\n  start_ms: 110320\n  end_ms: 114180\n- text: Cruising the streets that I grew up in\n  start_ms: 114180\n  end_ms: 117680\n- text: I didn't think the same back then\n  start_ms: 117680\n  end_ms: 120500\n- text: Saying, \"Oh, how we changed, man,\" fuck, that's when\n  start_ms: 120500\n  end_ms: 124300\n- text: The pistols go pop, bodies drop, they got the block blocked\n  start_ms: 124300\n  end_ms: 128060\n- text: It's the police, we ain't seen nothing\n  start_ms: 128060\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: I just roll up my weed, then get to puffing\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 134670\n- text: And lay back in my seat, oh yes, I'm numb again\n  start_ms: 134670\n  end_ms: 139710\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 139710\n  end_ms: 163920\n- text: Oh, there, there, there\n  start_ms: 163920\n  end_ms: 167550\n- text: Finding you lose when you choose to neglect\n  start_ms: 167550\n  end_ms: 172150\n- text: The roots that we grew to protect us, oh\n  start_ms: 172150\n  end_ms: 176480\n- text: The sun has been blinding lately, mmm\n  start_ms: 176480\n  end_ms: 181870\n- text: One day you find when your light's out\n  start_ms: 181870\n  end_ms: 185260\n- text: You always were a bright star to me\n  start_ms: 185260\n  end_ms: 188870\n- text: Even the times the world didn't say so\n  start_ms: 188870\n  end_ms: 194160\n- text: One in the morning\n  start_ms: 194160\n  end_ms: 196420\n- text: If the walls where you are talked, would they fess up?\n  start_ms: 196420\n  end_ms: 199810\n- text: I'm scared of the tales they'll tell us\n  start_ms: 199810\n  end_ms: 203150\n- text: Much better if I ignore\n  start_ms: 203150\n  end_ms: 208740\n- text: Steady, will you be around when I'm ready?\n  start_ms: 208740\n  end_ms: 213880\n- text: I'd rather you go and be happy\n  start_ms: 213880\n  end_ms: 217250\n- text: But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\n  start_ms: 217250\n  end_ms: 222290\n- text: Yeah, I'm steady, but love might be gone when you're ready\n  start_ms: 222290\n  end_ms: 228220\n- text: I should move on and be happy\n  start_ms: 228220\n  end_ms: 231180\n- text: But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\n  start_ms: 231180\n  end_ms: 237530\n- text: Love is a mountain climb for you\n  start_ms: 237530\n  end_ms: 240980\n- text: Thought you were lying, I could pull you\n  start_ms: 240980\n  end_ms: 244350\n- text: Scared I wouldn't grasp for long, but my hold is strong for you\n  start_ms: 244350\n  end_ms: 251430\n- text: How many ways must I profess?\n  start_ms: 251430\n  end_ms: 254870\n- text: Gunshot to your head, die for me\n  start_ms: 254870\n  end_ms: 257980\n- text: Hey, how can I let you go?\n  start_ms: 257980\n  end_ms: 265150\n- text: Have mercy, it's broken\n  start_ms: 265150\n  end_ms: 268660\n- text: I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  start_ms: 268660\n  end_ms: 272160\n- text: I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  start_ms: 272160\n  end_ms: 275550\n- text: I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  start_ms: 275550\n  end_ms: 279060\n- text: Have mercy, it's broken\n  start_ms: 279060\n  end_ms: 282520\n- text: I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  start_ms: 282520\n  end_ms: 286090\n- text: I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  start_ms: 286090\n  end_ms: 289430\n- text: I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  start_ms: 289430\n  end_ms: 310550\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 310550\nplain: |-\n  All of y'all niggas shoot at the opps and run from the cops\n  And I don't get it, I ain't suggesting\n  You fire your weapon at twelve, but hell\n  Why in the fuck do we feel the niggas\n\n  Looking like us that deserve to be killed?\n  Meanwhile, Capitol Hill been making it\n  Easy for them to go stuff us in cells\n  I ain't no preacher for real, I just like to\n  Cut on the mic and start letting it spill\n\n  And I been leaving a trail, you play all\n  My albums and find you a letter revealed\n  This a suicide note, come here, look what I wrote\n\n  I'm 'bout to kill myself, J. Cole, I don't even want this role\n  Wanna rebuild myself, tuck my pole under the driver's seat\n  Nigga, don't try to reach, I'll bust a hole right in your frontal lobe\n  That's a lobotomy, two months ago, I was on Bus Road\n  Nigga spotted me, said, \"What's up, Cole? I love you, bro\"\n  He said he proud of me, that touched my soul\n\n  Wasn't too long ago that I was over here at Sandy First Middle\n\n  Had my very first little girlfriend\n  That would let me get a feel or two\n\n  Back then it was considerable, enough to avoid the ridicule\n  But come another year or two\n  Boy, you better be fucking on something\n  My mama ain't never even give me no rubbers\n  Papa was gone, how to put Trojan on was something I had to discover\n  All on my own, y'all know the song\n  I probably been singing this shit for too long\n  Pardon me if I been sounding like some broken\n  Record, I come from the brokest of homes\n\n  I come from the brokest of homes\n\n  It's seven o'clock on the dot, I'm in my drop top\n  Cruising the streets that I grew up in\n  I didn't think the same back then\n  Saying, \"Oh, how we changed, man,\" fuck, that's when\n  The pistols go pop, bodies drop, they got the block blocked\n  It's the police, we ain't seen nothing\n  I just roll up my weed, then get to puffing\n  And lay back in my seat, oh yes, I'm numb again\n\n  Oh, there, there, there\n  Finding you lose when you choose to neglect\n  The roots that we grew to protect us, oh\n  The sun has been blinding lately, mmm\n  One day you find when your light's out\n  You always were a bright star to me\n  Even the times the world didn't say so\n\n  One in the morning\n  If the walls where you are talked, would they fess up?\n  I'm scared of the tales they'll tell us\n  Much better if I ignore\n\n  Steady, will you be around when I'm ready?\n  I'd rather you go and be happy\n  But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\n  Yeah, I'm steady, but love might be gone when you're ready\n  I should move on and be happy\n  But I don't wanna leave you alone, oh\n\n  Love is a mountain climb for you\n  Thought you were lying, I could pull you\n  Scared I wouldn't grasp for long, but my hold is strong for you\n\n  How many ways must I profess?\n  Gunshot to your head, die for me\n  Hey, how can I let you go?\n\n  Have mercy, it's broken\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  Have mercy, it's broken\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n  I'm handcuffed, I'm roped in\n"}]