[{"id":21838381,"name":"Neighbors","trackName":"Neighbors","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"J. Cole Essentials","duration":216.555102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nYeah, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nSellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope, yeah\n\nI don't want no picture with the president\nI just wanna talk to the man\nSpeak for the boys in the bando\nAnd my nigga never walkin' again\nApologized if I'm harpin' again\nI know these things happen often\nBut I'm back on the scene\nI was lost in a dream, it's alright\nThe team down in Austin\n\nI been buildin' me a house back home in the South, ma\nWon't believe what it's costin'\nAnd it's fit for a king, right?\nOr a nigga that could sing\nAnd explain all the pain that it cost him\nMy 16 should've came with a coffin\nFuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune\nBut one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'\n\nThat's why I moved away, I needed privacy\nSurrounded by the trees and Ivy League\nStudents that's recruited highly\nThinkin', you do you and I do me\nCrib has got a big ol' backyard\nMy niggas stand outside and pass cigars\nFilled with marijuana, laughin' hard\nThankful that they friend's a platinum star\n\nIn the driveway there's no rapper cars\nJust some shit to get from back and forth\nJust some shit to get from back and forth\nWelcome to the Sheltuh, this is pure\nWe'll help you if you've felt too insecure\nTo be the star you always knew you were\nWait, I think police is at the door\n\nOkay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\nHm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nThe neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\nI think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n\nI guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nSellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nWell, motherfucker I am\n\nSome things you can't escape\nDeath, taxes, and a ra-cist society that make\nEvery nigga feel like a candidate\nFor a Trayvon kinda fate\nEven 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integration\nDon't know what I was thinkin'\nI'm movin' back to Southside\n\nSo much for integration\nDon't know what I was thinkin'\nI'm movin' back to Southside","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.19] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[00:20.29] Yeah, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[00:23.49] Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope, yeah\n[00:27.72] I don't want no picture with the president\n[00:29.43] I just wanna talk to the man\n[00:30.88] Speak for the boys in the bando\n[00:32.65] And my nigga never walkin' again\n[00:34.44] Apologized if I'm harpin' again\n[00:35.81] I know these things happen often\n[00:37.59] But I'm back on the scene\n[00:38.22] I was lost in a dream, it's alright\n[00:39.79] The team down in Austin\n[00:40.76] I been buildin' me a house back home in the South, ma\n[00:43.02] Won't believe what it's costin'\n[00:44.31] And it's fit for a king, right?\n[00:45.62] Or a nigga that could sing\n[00:46.59] And explain all the pain that it cost him\n[00:47.97] My 16 should've came with a coffin\n[00:49.85] Fuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune\n[00:52.44] But one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'\n[00:54.61] That's why I moved away, I needed privacy\n[00:56.95] Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League\n[00:58.60] Students that's recruited highly\n[01:00.38] Thinkin', you do you and I do me\n[01:02.26] Crib has got a big ol' backyard\n[01:03.78] My niggas stand outside and pass cigars\n[01:05.64] Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard\n[01:07.39] Thankful that they friend's a platinum star\n[01:09.12] In the driveway there's no rapper cars\n[01:10.86] Just some shit to get from back and forth\n[01:14.16] Just some shit to get from back and forth\n[01:16.11] Welcome to the Sheltuh, this is pure\n[01:17.65] We'll help you if you've felt too insecure\n[01:19.35] To be the star you always knew you were\n[01:21.04] Wait, I think police is at the door\n[01:22.48] Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[01:27.84] Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[01:33.90] The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n[01:36.03] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[01:40.02] \n[01:42.85] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[01:46.28] Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[01:48.85] Well, motherfucker I am\n[01:50.53] Some things you can't escape\n[01:52.13] Death, taxes, and a ra-cist society that make\n[01:55.68] Every nigga feel like a candidate\n[01:57.55] For a Trayvon kinda fate\n[01:59.15] Even when your crib sit on a lake\n[02:00.77] Even when your plaques hang on a wall\n[02:02.52] Even when the president jam your tape\n[02:04.41] Took a little break just to annotate\n[02:05.91] How I feel, damn it's late\n[02:07.74] I can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid\n[02:09.66] Black in a white man territory\n[02:11.13] Cops bust in with the army guns\n[02:12.82] No evidence of the harm we done\n[02:14.53] Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang\n[02:16.11] Only time they see us we be on the news in chains, damn\n[02:17.68] Don't follow me\n[02:19.23] Don't follow me\n[02:21.03] Don't follow me\n[02:22.73] Don't follow me\n[02:24.49] Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope (Neighbors think I'm)\n[02:31.25] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[02:36.00] The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n[02:38.14] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[02:42.13] \n[02:45.19] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[02:48.57] Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[02:51.38] Well, motherfucker I am\n[02:53.98] I am, I am, I am\n[02:58.31] Motherfucker I am\n[02:59.13] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[03:00.78] I am, I am, I am\n[03:04.96] Well, motherfucker I am\n[03:06.76] So much for integration\n[03:10.01] Don't know what I was thinkin'\n[03:13.64] I'm movin' back to Southside\n[03:18.37] \n[03:20.42] So much for integration\n[03:23.97] Don't know what I was thinkin'\n[03:27.31] I'm movin' back to Southside\n[03:29.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Neighbors\n  artist: J. 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what I was thinkin'\n  I'm movin' back to Southside\n"},{"id":39873071,"name":"Neighbors","trackName":"Neighbors","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"Neighbors","duration":80.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nYeah the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nSellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nI don't want no picture with the president\nI just wanna talk to the man\nSpeak for the boys in the bando\nAnd my nigga never walkin' again\nApologized if I'm harpin' again\nI know these things happen often\nBut I'm back on the scene\nI was lost in a dream as I write this\nA teen down in Austin\nI been buildin' me a house back home in the south Ma\nWon't believe what it's costin'\nAnd it's fit for a king, right?\nOr a nigga that could sing\nAnd explain all the pain that it cost him\nMy sixteen should've came with a coffin\nFuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune\nBut one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'\nThat's why I moved away, I needed privacy\nSurrounded by the trees and Ivy League\nStudents that's recruited highly\nThinkin' you do you and I do me\nCrib has got a big 'ol backyard\nMy niggas stand outside and pass cigars\nFilled with marijuana, laughin' hard\nThankful that they friend's a platinum star\nIn the driveway there's no rapper cars\nJust some shit to get from back and forth\nJust some shit to get from back and forth\nWelcome to the shelter, this is pure\nWe'll help you if you've felt too insecure\nTo be the star you always knew you were\nWait, I think police is at the door\nOkay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\nHm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\nThe neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\nI think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\nI guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nSellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nWell motherfucker, I am\nSome things you can't escape\nDeath, taxes, NRA\nIt's this society that make\nEvery nigga feel like a candidate\nFor a Trayvon kinda 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dope\n[01:27.14]Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n[01:33.36]The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n[01:36.08]I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n[01:42.58]I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[01:46.29]Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[01:49.39]Well motherfucker, I am\n[01:50.55]Some things you can't escape\n[01:52.03]Death, taxes, NRA\n[01:53.81]It's this society that make\n[01:55.45]Every nigga feel like a candidate\n[01:57.10]For a Trayvon kinda fate\n[01:58.78]Even when your crib sit on a lake\n[02:00.53]Even when your plaques hang on a wall\n[02:02.22]Even when the president jam your tape\n[02:04.07]Took a little break just to annotate\n[02:05.73]How I feel, damn it's late\n[02:07.52]I can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid\n[02:09.24]Black in a white man territory\n[02:10.98]Cops bust in with the army guns\n[02:12.63]No evidence of the harm we done\n[02:14.39]Just a couple 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of the harm we done\n[02:14.39] Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang\n[02:16.11] Only time they see us we be on the news in chains, damn\n[02:18.08] Don't follow me, don't follow me\n[02:20.79] Don't follow me, don't follow me\n[02:24.16] Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[02:29.97] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n[02:36.27] The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n[02:38.09] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n[02:44.73] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[02:48.14] Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[02:50.80] Well motherfucker, I am\n[02:52.90] I am, I am, I am, I am\n[02:58.21] Well motherfucker I am\n[02:59.21] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[03:00.94] I am, I am, I am\n[03:05.10] Well motherfucker I am\n[03:07.04] So much for integration\n[03:09.71] Don't know what I was thinkin'\n[03:13.32] I'm movin' back to Southside\n[03:19.76] So much 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We'll help you if you've felt too insecure\n  To be the star you always knew you were\n  Wait, I think police is at the door\n  Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n  Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n  The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n  I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n  I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Well motherfucker, I am\n  Some things you can't escape\n  Death, taxes, NRA\n  It's this society that make\n  Every nigga feel like a candidate\n  For a Trayvon kinda fate\n  Even when your crib sit on a lake\n  Even when your plaques hang on a wall\n  Even when the president jam your tape\n  Took a little break just to annotate\n  How I feel, damn it's late\n  I can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid\n  Black in a white man territory\n  Cops bust in with the army guns\n  No evidence of the harm we done\n  Just a couple 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We'll help you if you've felt too insecure\n  To be the star you always knew you were\n  Wait, I think police is at the door\n  Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n  Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n  The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n  I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n  I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Well motherfucker, I am\n  Some things you can't escape\n  Death, taxes, NRA\n  It's this society that make\n  Every nigga feel like a candidate\n  For a Trayvon kinda fate\n  Even when your crib sit on a lake\n  Even when your plaques hang on a wall\n  Even when the president jam your tape\n  Took a little break just to annotate\n  How I feel, damn it's late\n  I can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid\n  Black in a white man territory\n  Cops bust in with the army guns\n  No evidence of the harm we done\n  Just a couple 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these things happen often\n  But I'm back on the scene\n  I was lost in a dream as I write this\n  A teen down in Austin\n  I been buildin' me a house back home in the south Ma\n  Won't believe what it's costin'\n  And it's fit for a king, right?\n  Or a nigga that could sing\n  And explain all the pain that it cost him\n  My sixteen should've came with a coffin\n  Fuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune\n  But one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'\n  That's why I moved away, I needed privacy\n  Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League\n  Students that's recruited highly\n  Thinkin' you do you and I do me\n  Crib has got a big 'ol backyard\n  My niggas stand outside and pass cigars\n  Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard\n  Thankful that they friend's a platinum star\n  In the driveway there's no rapper cars\n  Just some shit to get from back and forth\n  Just some shit to get from back and forth\n  Welcome to the shelter, this is pure\n  We'll help you 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pain that it cost him\n[00:47.83] My sixteen should've came with a coffin\n[00:49.50] Fuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune\n[00:52.03] But one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'\n[00:54.30] That's why I moved away, I needed privacy\n[00:56.75] Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League\n[00:58.45] Students that's recruited highly\n[01:00.07] Thinkin' you do you and I do me\n[01:01.93] Crib has got a big 'ol backyard\n[01:03.61] My niggas stand outside and pass cigars\n[01:05.41] Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard\n[01:07.07] Thankful that they friend's a platinum star\n[01:08.87] In the driveway there's no rapper cars\n[01:10.53] Just some shit to get from back and forth\n[01:13.32] Just some shit to get from back and forth\n[01:15.84] Welcome to the shelter, this is pure\n[01:17.48] We'll help you if you've felt too insecure\n[01:19.14] To be the star you always knew you were\n[01:20.83] Wait, I think police is at the door\n[01:22.26] Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[01:27.14] Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n[01:33.36] The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n[01:36.08] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n[01:42.58] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[01:46.29] Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[01:49.39] Well motherfucker, I am\n[01:50.55] Some things you can't escape\n[01:52.03] Death, taxes, NRA\n[01:53.81] It's this society that make\n[01:55.45] Every nigga feel like a candidate\n[01:57.10] For a Trayvon kinda fate\n[01:58.78] Even when your crib sit on a lake\n[02:00.53] Even when your plaques hang on a wall\n[02:02.22] Even when the president jam your tape\n[02:04.07] Took a little break just to annotate\n[02:05.73] How I feel, damn it's late\n[02:07.52] I can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid\n[02:09.24] Black in a white man territory\n[02:10.98] Cops bust in with the army guns\n[02:12.63] No evidence of the harm we done\n[02:14.39] Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang\n[02:16.11] Only time they see us we be on the news in chains, damn\n[02:18.08] Don't follow me, don't follow me\n[02:20.79] Don't follow me, don't follow me\n[02:24.16] Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[02:29.97] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n[02:36.27] The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n[02:38.09] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n[02:44.73] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[02:48.14] Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[02:50.80] Well motherfucker, I am\n[02:52.90] I am, I am, I am, I am\n[02:58.21] Well motherfucker I am\n[02:59.21] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[03:00.94] I am, I am, I am\n[03:05.10] Well motherfucker I am\n[03:07.04] So much for integration\n[03:09.71] Don't know what I was thinkin'\n[03:13.32] I'm movin' back to Southside\n[03:19.76] So much 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pain that it cost him\n[00:47.83] My sixteen should've came with a coffin\n[00:49.50] Fuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune\n[00:52.03] But one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'\n[00:54.30] That's why I moved away, I needed privacy\n[00:56.75] Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League\n[00:58.45] Students that's recruited highly\n[01:00.07] Thinkin' you do you and I do me\n[01:01.93] Crib has got a big 'ol backyard\n[01:03.61] My niggas stand outside and pass cigars\n[01:05.41] Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard\n[01:07.07] Thankful that they friend's a platinum star\n[01:08.87] In the driveway there's no rapper cars\n[01:10.53] Just some shit to get from back and forth\n[01:13.32] Just some shit to get from back and forth\n[01:15.84] Welcome to the shelter, this is pure\n[01:17.48] We'll help you if you've felt too insecure\n[01:19.14] To be the star you always knew you were\n[01:20.83] Wait, I think police is at the door\n[01:22.26] Okay, the 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of the harm we done\n[02:14.39] Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang\n[02:16.11] Only time they see us we be on the news in chains, damn\n[02:18.08] Don't follow me, don't follow me\n[02:20.79] Don't follow me, don't follow me\n[02:24.16] Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[02:29.97] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n[02:36.27] The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n[02:38.09] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n[02:44.73] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[02:48.14] Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[02:50.80] Well motherfucker, I am\n[02:52.90] I am, I am, I am, I am\n[02:58.21] Well motherfucker I am\n[02:59.21] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[03:00.94] I am, I am, I am\n[03:05.10] Well motherfucker I am\n[03:07.04] So much for integration\n[03:09.71] Don't know what I was thinkin'\n[03:13.32] I'm movin' back to Southside\n[03:19.76] So much 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if you've felt too insecure\n  To be the star you always knew you were\n  Wait, I think police is at the door\n  Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n  Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n  The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n  I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n  I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Well motherfucker, I am\n  Some things you can't escape\n  Death, taxes, NRA\n  It's this society that make\n  Every nigga feel like a candidate\n  For a Trayvon kinda fate\n  Even when your crib sit on a lake\n  Even when your plaques hang on a wall\n  Even when the president jam your tape\n  Took a little break just to annotate\n  How I feel, damn it's late\n  I can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid\n  Black in a white man territory\n  Cops bust in with the army guns\n  No evidence of the harm we done\n  Just a couple neighbors that 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couple neighbors that assume we slang\n[02:16.11] Only time they see us we be on the news in chains, damn\n[02:17.68] Don't follow me\n[02:19.23] Don't follow me\n[02:21.03] Don't follow me\n[02:22.73] Don't follow me\n[02:24.49] Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope (Neighbors think I'm)\n[02:31.25] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[02:36.00] The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n[02:38.14] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[02:42.13] \n[02:45.19] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[02:48.57] Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[02:51.38] Well, motherfucker I am\n[02:53.98] I am, I am, I am\n[02:58.31] Motherfucker I am\n[02:59.13] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[03:00.78] I am, I am, I am\n[03:04.96] Well, motherfucker I am\n[03:06.76] So much for integration\n[03:10.01] Don't know what I was thinkin'\n[03:13.64] I'm movin' back to Southside\n[03:18.37] \n[03:20.42] So much 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Motherfucker I am\n  I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n  I am, I am, I am\n  Well, motherfucker I am\n  So much for integration\n  Don't know what I was thinkin'\n  I'm movin' back to Southside\n\n  So much for integration\n  Don't know what I was thinkin'\n  I'm movin' back to Southside\n"},{"id":33522481,"name":"Neighbors","trackName":"Neighbors","artistName":"J. 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Apologized if I'm harpin' again\n  I know these things happen often\n  But I'm back on the scene\n  I was lost in a dream as I write this\n  A teen down in Austin\n  I been buildin' me a house back home in the south Ma\n  Won't believe what it's costin'\n  And it's fit for a king, right?\n  Or a nigga that could sing\n  And explain all the pain that it cost him\n  My sixteen should've came with a coffin\n  Fuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune\n  But one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'\n  That's why I moved away, I needed privacy\n  Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League\n  Students that's recruited highly\n  Thinkin' you do you and I do me\n  Crib has got a big 'ol backyard\n  My niggas stand outside and pass cigars\n  Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard\n  Thankful that they friend's a platinum star\n  In the driveway there's no rapper cars\n  Just some shit to get from back and forth\n  Just some shit to get from back and forth\n  Welcome to 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crib sit on a lake\nEven when your plaques hang on a wall\nEven when the president jam your tape\nTook a little break just to annotate\nHow I feel, damn it's late\nI can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid\nBlack in a white man territory\nCops bust in with the army guns\nNo evidence of the harm we done\nJust a couple neighbors that assume we slang\nOnly time they see us we be on the news in chains, damn\nDon't follow me, don't follow me\nDon't follow me, don't follow me\nOkay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\nI guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\nThe neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\nI think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\nI guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nSellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nWell motherfucker, I am\nI am, I am, I am, I am\nWell motherfucker I am\nI think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\nI am, I am, I am\nWell motherfucker I am\nSo much for integration\nDon't know 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My sixteen should've came with a coffin\n[00:49.50] Fuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune\n[00:52.03] But one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'\n[00:54.30] That's why I moved away, I needed privacy\n[00:56.75] Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League\n[00:58.45] Students that's recruited highly\n[01:00.07] Thinkin' you do you and I do me\n[01:01.93] Crib has got a big 'ol backyard\n[01:03.61] My niggas stand outside and pass cigars\n[01:05.41] Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard\n[01:07.07] Thankful that they friend's a platinum star\n[01:08.87] In the driveway there's no rapper cars\n[01:10.53] Just some shit to get from back and forth\n[01:13.32] Just some shit to get from back and forth\n[01:15.84] Welcome to the shelter, this is pure\n[01:17.48] We'll help you if you've felt too insecure\n[01:19.14] To be the star you always knew you were\n[01:20.83] Wait, I think police is at the door\n[01:22.26] Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[01:27.14] Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n[01:33.36] The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n[01:36.08] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n[01:42.58] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[01:46.29] Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[01:49.39] Well motherfucker, I am\n[01:50.55] Some things you can't escape\n[01:52.03] Death, taxes, NRA\n[01:53.81] It's this society that make\n[01:55.45] Every nigga feel like a candidate\n[01:57.10] For a Trayvon kinda fate\n[01:58.78] Even when your crib sit on a lake\n[02:00.53] Even when your plaques hang on a wall\n[02:02.22] Even when the president jam your tape\n[02:04.07] Took a little break just to annotate\n[02:05.73] How I feel, damn it's late\n[02:07.52] I can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid\n[02:09.24] Black in a white man territory\n[02:10.98] Cops bust in with the army guns\n[02:12.63] No evidence of the harm we 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integration\n[03:23.58] Don't know what I was thinkin'\n[03:27.06] I'm movin' back to Southside","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Neighbors\n  artist: J Cole\n  album: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  duration_ms: 392000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  start_ms: 12600\n  end_ms: 19570\n- text: Yeah the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  start_ms: 19570\n  end_ms: 23320\n- text: Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  start_ms: 23320\n  end_ms: 27280\n- text: I don't want no picture with the president\n  start_ms: 27280\n  end_ms: 29050\n- text: I just wanna talk to the man\n  start_ms: 29050\n  end_ms: 30500\n- text: Speak for the boys in the bando\n  start_ms: 30500\n  end_ms: 32360\n- text: And my nigga never walkin' again\n  start_ms: 32360\n  end_ms: 34040\n- text: Apologized if I'm harpin' again\n  start_ms: 34040\n  end_ms: 35650\n- text: I know these things happen often\n  start_ms: 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the driveway there's no rapper cars\n  Just some shit to get from back and forth\n  Just some shit to get from back and forth\n  Welcome to the shelter, this is pure\n  We'll help you if you've felt too insecure\n  To be the star you always knew you were\n  Wait, I think police is at the door\n  Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n  Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n  The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n  I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n  I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Well motherfucker, I am\n  Some things you can't escape\n  Death, taxes, NRA\n  It's this society that make\n  Every nigga feel like a candidate\n  For a Trayvon kinda fate\n  Even when your crib sit on a lake\n  Even when your plaques hang on a wall\n  Even when the president jam your tape\n  Took a little break just to annotate\n  How I feel, damn it's late\n  I can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid\n  Black in a white man territory\n  Cops bust in with the army guns\n  No evidence of the harm we done\n  Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang\n  Only time they see us we be on the news in chains, damn\n  Don't follow me, don't follow me\n  Don't follow me, don't follow me\n  Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n  I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n  The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n  I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n  I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Well motherfucker, I am\n  I am, I am, I am, I am\n  Well motherfucker I am\n  I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n  I am, I am, I am\n  Well motherfucker I am\n  So much for integration\n  Don't know what I was thinkin'\n  I'm movin' back to Southside\n  So much for integration\n  Don't know what I was thinkin'\n  I'm movin' back to Southside\n"},{"id":36235675,"name":"Neighbors","trackName":"Neighbors","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"4 Your Eyez Only","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nYeah the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nSellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\nI don't want no picture with the president\nI just wanna talk to the man\nSpeak for the boys in the bando\nAnd my nigga never walkin' again\nApologized if I'm harpin' again\nI know these things happen often\nBut I'm back on the scene\nI was lost in a dream as I write this\nA teen down in Austin\nI been buildin' me a house back home in the south Ma\nWon't believe what it's costin'\nAnd it's fit for a king, right?\nOr a nigga that could sing\nAnd explain all the pain that it cost him\nMy sixteen should've came with a coffin\nFuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune\nBut one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'\nThat's why I moved away, I needed privacy\nSurrounded by the trees and Ivy 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much for integration\nDon't know what I was thinkin'\nI'm movin' back to Southside\nSo much for integration\nDon't know what I was thinkin'\nI'm movin' back to Southside","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.60] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[00:19.57] Yeah the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[00:23.32] Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[00:27.28] I don't want no picture with the president\n[00:29.05] I just wanna talk to the man\n[00:30.50] Speak for the boys in the bando\n[00:32.36] And my nigga never walkin' again\n[00:34.04] Apologized if I'm harpin' again\n[00:35.65] I know these things happen often\n[00:37.41] But I'm back on the scene\n[00:38.27] I was lost in a dream as I write this\n[00:39.54] A teen down in Austin\n[00:40.57] I been buildin' me a house back home in the south Ma\n[00:42.79] Won't believe what it's costin'\n[00:44.00] And it's fit for a king, right?\n[00:45.32] Or a nigga that could sing\n[00:46.38] And explain all the pain that it cost him\n[00:47.83] My sixteen should've came with a coffin\n[00:49.50] Fuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune\n[00:52.03] But one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'\n[00:54.30] That's why I moved away, I needed privacy\n[00:56.75] Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League\n[00:58.45] Students that's recruited highly\n[01:00.07] Thinkin' you do you and I do me\n[01:01.93] Crib has got a big 'ol backyard\n[01:03.61] My niggas stand outside and pass cigars\n[01:05.41] Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard\n[01:07.07] Thankful that they friend's a platinum star\n[01:08.87] In the driveway there's no rapper cars\n[01:10.53] Just some shit to get from back and forth\n[01:13.32] Just some shit to get from back and forth\n[01:15.84] Welcome to the shelter, this is pure\n[01:17.48] We'll help you if you've felt too insecure\n[01:19.14] To be the star you always knew you were\n[01:20.83] Wait, I think police is at the door\n[01:22.26] Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[01:27.14] Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n[01:33.36] The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n[01:36.08] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n[01:42.58] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[01:46.29] Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[01:49.39] Well motherfucker, I am\n[01:50.55] Some things you can't escape\n[01:52.03] Death, taxes, NRA\n[01:53.81] It's this society that make\n[01:55.45] Every nigga feel like a candidate\n[01:57.10] For a Trayvon kinda fate\n[01:58.78] Even when your crib sit on a lake\n[02:00.53] Even when your plaques hang on a wall\n[02:02.22] Even when the president jam your tape\n[02:04.07] Took a little break just to annotate\n[02:05.73] How I feel, damn it's late\n[02:07.52] I can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid\n[02:09.24] Black in a white man territory\n[02:10.98] Cops bust in with the army guns\n[02:12.63] No evidence of the harm we done\n[02:14.39] Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang\n[02:16.11] Only time they see us we be on the news in chains, damn\n[02:18.08] Don't follow me, don't follow me\n[02:20.79] Don't follow me, don't follow me\n[02:24.16] Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[02:29.97] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n[02:36.27] The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n[02:38.09] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n[02:44.73] I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[02:48.14] Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n[02:50.80] Well motherfucker, I am\n[02:52.90] I am, I am, I am, I am\n[02:58.21] Well motherfucker I am\n[02:59.21] I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n[03:00.94] I am, I am, I am\n[03:05.10] Well motherfucker I am\n[03:07.04] So much for integration\n[03:09.71] Don't know what I was thinkin'\n[03:13.32] I'm movin' back to Southside\n[03:19.76] So much for integration\n[03:23.58] Don't know what I was thinkin'\n[03:27.06] I'm movin' back to Southside","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Neighbors\n  artist: J. 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We'll help you if you've felt too insecure\n  To be the star you always knew you were\n  Wait, I think police is at the door\n  Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n  Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n  The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n  I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n  I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Well motherfucker, I am\n  Some things you can't escape\n  Death, taxes, NRA\n  It's this society that make\n  Every nigga feel like a candidate\n  For a Trayvon kinda fate\n  Even when your crib sit on a lake\n  Even when your plaques hang on a wall\n  Even when the president jam your tape\n  Took a little break just to annotate\n  How I feel, damn it's late\n  I can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid\n  Black in a white man territory\n  Cops bust in with the army guns\n  No evidence of the harm we done\n  Just a couple 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think I'm sellin' dope\n  start_ms: 179210\n  end_ms: 180940\n- text: I am, I am, I am\n  start_ms: 180940\n  end_ms: 185100\n- text: Well motherfucker I am\n  start_ms: 185100\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: So much for integration\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189710\n- text: Don't know what I was thinkin'\n  start_ms: 189710\n  end_ms: 193320\n- text: I'm movin' back to Southside\n  start_ms: 193320\n  end_ms: 199760\n- text: So much for integration\n  start_ms: 199760\n  end_ms: 203580\n- text: Don't know what I was thinkin'\n  start_ms: 203580\n  end_ms: 207060\n- text: I'm movin' back to Southside\n  start_ms: 207060\nplain: |-\n  I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Yeah the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  I don't want no picture with the president\n  I just wanna talk to the man\n  Speak for the boys in the bando\n  And my nigga never walkin' again\n  Apologized if I'm harpin' again\n  I know 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if you've felt too insecure\n  To be the star you always knew you were\n  Wait, I think police is at the door\n  Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n  Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n  The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n  I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n  I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Well motherfucker, I am\n  Some things you can't escape\n  Death, taxes, NRA\n  It's this society that make\n  Every nigga feel like a candidate\n  For a Trayvon kinda fate\n  Even when your crib sit on a lake\n  Even when your plaques hang on a wall\n  Even when the president jam your tape\n  Took a little break just to annotate\n  How I feel, damn it's late\n  I can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid\n  Black in a white man territory\n  Cops bust in with the army guns\n  No evidence of the harm we done\n  Just a couple neighbors that 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integration\n[03:23.58] Don't know what I was thinkin'\n[03:27.06] I'm movin' back to Southside","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Neighbors\n  artist: J. 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these things happen often\n  But I'm back on the scene\n  I was lost in a dream as I write this\n  A teen down in Austin\n  I been buildin' me a house back home in the south Ma\n  Won't believe what it's costin'\n  And it's fit for a king, right?\n  Or a nigga that could sing\n  And explain all the pain that it cost him\n  My sixteen should've came with a coffin\n  Fuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune\n  But one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'\n  That's why I moved away, I needed privacy\n  Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League\n  Students that's recruited highly\n  Thinkin' you do you and I do me\n  Crib has got a big 'ol backyard\n  My niggas stand outside and pass cigars\n  Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard\n  Thankful that they friend's a platinum star\n  In the driveway there's no rapper cars\n  Just some shit to get from back and forth\n  Just some shit to get from back and forth\n  Welcome to the shelter, this is pure\n  We'll help you if you've felt too insecure\n  To be the star you always knew you were\n  Wait, I think police is at the door\n  Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n  Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n  The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n  I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n  I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Well motherfucker, I am\n  Some things you can't escape\n  Death, taxes, NRA\n  It's this society that make\n  Every nigga feel like a candidate\n  For a Trayvon kinda fate\n  Even when your crib sit on a lake\n  Even when your plaques hang on a wall\n  Even when the president jam your tape\n  Took a little break just to annotate\n  How I feel, damn it's late\n  I can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid\n  Black in a white man territory\n  Cops bust in with the army guns\n  No evidence of the harm we done\n  Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang\n  Only time they see us we be on the news in chains, damn\n  Don't follow me, don't follow me\n  Don't follow me, don't follow me\n  Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n  I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope\n  The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm\n  I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)\n  I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope\n  Well motherfucker, I am\n  I am, I am, I am, I am\n  Well motherfucker I am\n  I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope\n  I am, I am, I am\n  Well motherfucker I am\n  So much for integration\n  Don't know what I was thinkin'\n  I'm movin' back to Southside\n  So much for integration\n  Don't know what I was thinkin'\n  I'm movin' back to Southside\n"}]