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(Ra, ra, ra, ra, ra)\nFuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?\nTen toes is down on the pavement (Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)\nUmbrellas don't stop no rain\nNiggas, they die everyday (Ra-ra, ra-ra-ra)\nFuck the world, let's run a train\n\nSince I was a pipsqueak, lean on survival instincts\nOn backstreets, where they're tearin' up hearts like them guys in NSYNC*\nCodeine in they soda, dirty poppin' plus how the ends meet\nWhen serving rock on deserted blocks tryna cause a frenzy\nTo profit quickly, I'm passin' by, my pockets empty\nTryna to make a legal dollar seem harder than guarding Wemby\nWhen you're hardly six feet tall, if somehow I could ball\nI better work hard on my handles, 'cause niggas gon' try to rip me\nDon't wanna RIP, but if I leave, know God'll lift me\nI'd rather sit inside a Bentley and be the owner like providin' kidneys\nI know the love does not extend deep\nI choose my homies wisely, seen too many die from friends beef\nBig dreams to change the world back when I ride a ten-speed\nYouthful delusion thinkin' through music I could end grief\nWhen too many bodies get piled up in these rivals' histories\nSo stoppin' this violence is like bringing the Gaza Strip peace, uh\n\nSo I'm ridin' through the city streets reachin' for a memory to hang on\nGoin' backwards like a penalty to see a younger me, but that day's gone\nWild times looking up at cloud nine, how high can Jermaine climb?\nRemember when they ain't respond when you holla?\nFunny how a few dollars can change minds\n\nFuck do you know 'bout my passion? (Ta-ra-ra, ra-ra)\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\nFuck do you know 'bout my struggle? (Ra, ra, ra, ra, ra)\nFuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?\nTen toes is down on the pavement (Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)\nUmbrellas don't stop no rain\nNiggas, they die everyday (Ra-ra, ra-ra-ra)\nFuck the world, let's run a train\n\nFuck the world, let's run a train\nFuck the world, let's run a train\nFuck the world, let's run a train\nFuck the world, let's run a train\nIn a world\nIn a world\nIn a world\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:24.65] Fuck do you know 'bout my passion?\n[00:27.49] Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n[00:30.44] Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle?\n[00:33.45] Fuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?\n\n[00:35.97] They say the Lord's timing is divine\n[00:37.72] And I walk with Him, so that explains mine\n[00:39.77] Cole, deep down you may find all that pain creates a strange bond\n[00:43.72] Slums connected like the drums in a bass line\n[00:46.49] Petrified of death and poverty, I chase mine\n[00:49.45] Like breathalyzer tests, I'm tryna walk a straight line\n[00:52.53] Meditating for a better state in my deranged mind\n[00:55.16] Till I saw the Buddha pose and realized he throwin' gang signs\n[00:58.36] I guess the lesson is you can't escape crime\n[01:01.01] Even when the strays flying, I remain calm\n[01:04.17] Fayettenam, you my heart, but at the same time\n[01:06.97] If I'm being honest, I can feel that flame dyin', uh\n\n[01:11.12] So I'm ridin' through the city streets reachin' for a memory to hang on\n[01:17.16] Goin' backwards like a penalty to see a younger me, but that day's gone\n[01:22.45] Wild times looking up at cloud nine, how high can Jermaine climb?\n[01:28.37] Remember when they ain't respond when you holla?\n[01:30.97] Funny how a few dollars can change minds\n\n[01:34.05] Fuck do you know 'bout my passion? (Ta-ra-ra, ra-ra)\n[01:37.02] Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n[01:39.81] Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle? (Ra, ra, ra, ra, ra)\n[01:42.73] Fuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?\n[01:45.69] Ten toes is down on the pavement (Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)\n[01:48.62] Umbrellas don't stop no rain\n[01:51.41] Niggas, they die everyday (Ra-ra, ra-ra-ra)\n[01:53.96] Fuck the world, let's run a train\n\n[01:56.49] Since I was a pipsqueak, lean on survival instincts\n[01:58.69] On backstreets, where they're tearin' up hearts like them guys in NSYNC*\n[02:01.52] Codeine in they soda, dirty poppin' plus how the ends meet\n[02:04.32] When serving rock on deserted blocks tryna cause a frenzy\n[02:07.33] To profit quickly, I'm passin' by, my pockets empty\n[02:10.20] Tryna to make a legal dollar seem harder than guarding Wemby\n[02:13.08] When you're hardly six feet tall, if somehow I could ball\n[02:15.77] I better work hard on my handles, 'cause niggas gon' try to rip me\n[02:18.80] Don't wanna RIP, but if I leave, know God'll lift me\n[02:21.69] I'd rather sit inside a Bentley and be the owner like providin' kidneys\n[02:25.72] I know the love does not extend deep\n[02:27.65] I choose my homies wisely, seen too many die from friends beef\n[02:30.57] Big dreams to change the world back when I ride a ten-speed\n[02:33.44] Youthful delusion thinkin' through music I could end grief\n[02:36.28] When too many bodies get piled up in these rivals' histories\n[02:39.01] So stoppin' this violence is like bringing the Gaza Strip peace, uh\n\n[02:42.56] So I'm ridin' through the city streets reachin' for a memory to hang on\n[02:50.16] Goin' backwards like a penalty to see a younger me, but that day's gone\n[02:55.21] Wild times looking up at cloud nine, how high can Jermaine climb?\n[03:00.72] Remember when they ain't respond when you holla?\n[03:03.32] Funny how a few dollars can change minds\n\n[03:06.69] Fuck do you know 'bout my passion? (Ta-ra-ra, ra-ra)\n[03:09.55] Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n[03:12.14] Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle? (Ra, ra, ra, ra, ra)\n[03:14.98] Fuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?\n[03:18.25] Ten toes is down on the pavement (Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)\n[03:21.05] Umbrellas don't stop no rain\n[03:24.04] Niggas, they die everyday (Ra-ra, ra-ra-ra)\n[03:26.92] Fuck the world, let's run a train\n\n[03:29.84] Fuck the world, let's run a train\n[03:32.57] Fuck the world, let's run a train\n[03:35.69] Fuck the world, let's run a train\n[03:38.49] Fuck the world, let's run a train\n[03:40.65] In a world\n[03:45.37] In a world\n[03:50.54] In a world\n[03:58.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run A Train\n  artist: J. 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(Ta-ra-ra, ra-ra)\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n  Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle? 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(Ta-ra-ra, ra-ra)\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\nFuck do you know 'bout my struggle? (Ra, ra, ra, ra, ra)\nFuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?\nTen toes is down on the pavement (Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)\nUmbrellas don't stop no rain\nNiggas, they die everyday (Ra-ra, ra-ra-ra)\nFuck the world, let's run a train\n\nSince I was a pipsqueak, lean on survival instincts\nOn backstreets, where they're tearin' up hearts like them guys in NSYNC*\nCodeine in they soda, dirty poppin' plus how the ends meet\nWhen serving rock on deserted blocks tryna cause a frenzy\nTo profit quickly, I'm passin' by, my pockets empty\nTryna to make a legal dollar seem harder than guarding Wemby\nWhen you're hardly six feet tall, if somehow I could ball\nI better work hard on my handles, 'cause niggas gon' try to rip me\nDon't wanna RIP, but if I leave, know God'll lift me\nI'd rather sit inside a Bentley and be the owner like providin' kidneys\nI know the love does not extend deep\nI choose my homies wisely, seen too many die from friends beef\nBig dreams to change the world back when I ride a ten-speed\nYouthful delusion thinkin' through music I could end grief\nWhen too many bodies get piled up in these rivals' histories\nSo stoppin' this violence is like bringing the Gaza Strip peace, uh\n\nSo I'm ridin' through the city streets reachin' for a memory to hang on\nGoin' backwards like a penalty to see a younger me, but that day's gone\nWild times looking up at cloud nine, how high can Jermaine climb?\nRemember when they ain't respond when you holla?\nFunny how a few dollars can change minds\n\nFuck do you know 'bout my passion? (Ta-ra-ra, ra-ra)\nFuck do you know 'bout my pain?\nFuck do you know 'bout my struggle? 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(Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)\n[01:42.56] Fuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?\n[01:45.74] Ten toes is down on the pavement (ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)\n[01:48.19] Umbrellas don't stop no rain\n[01:50.49] Niggas they die everyday (ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)\n[01:53.63] Fuck the world, let's run a train\n[01:56.40] Since I was a pipsqueak lean on survival instincts\n[01:58.16] On backstreets, where they tearin' up hearts like them guys in NSYNC\n[02:01.09] Codeine in they soda, dirty poppin' plus how the ends meet\n[02:03.87] When servin' rock on deserted blocks tryna cause a frenzy\n[02:07.19] To profit quickly, I'm passin' by my pockets empty\n[02:09.54] Tryna to make a legal dollar seem harder than guardin' Wemby\n[02:12.30] When you're hardly six feet tall, if somehow I could ball\n[02:15.42] I better work hard on my handles 'cause niggas gon' try to rip me\n[02:18.29] Don't wanna RIP, but if I leave, know God'll lift me\n[02:21.21] I'd rather sit inside a Bentley and be the owner like providin' kidneys\n[02:25.22] I know the love does not extend deep\n[02:27.30] I choose my homies wisely, seen too many die from friends beef\n[02:30.63] Big dreams to change the world back when I ride a ten speed\n[02:32.75] Youthful delusion thinkin' through music I could end grief\n[02:35.70] When too many bodies get piled up in these rival's histories\n[02:38.32] So stoppin' this violence is like bringin' the Gaza Strip peace\n[02:40.69] \n[02:43.12] Uh, so I'm ridin' through the city streets reachin' for a memory to hang on\n[02:46.01] \n[02:48.95] Goin' backwards like a penalty to see a younger me, but that day's gone\n[02:54.72] Wild times lookin' up at cloud nine, how high can Jermaine climb?\n[03:00.06] Remember when they ain't respond when you holla\n[03:03.20] Funny how a few dollars can change minds\n[03:05.49] Fuck do you know 'bout my passion? (Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra)\n[03:09.55] Fuck do you know 'bout my pain?\n[03:11.88] Fuck do you know 'bout my struggle? (Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)\n[03:14.59] Fuck do you know 'bout Jermaine?\n[03:18.15] Ten toes is down on the pavement (ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)\n[03:20.64] Umbrellas don't stop no rain\n[03:22.84] Niggas they die everyday (ra-ra-ra-ra-ra)\n[03:26.44] Fuck the world, let's run a train\n[03:29.34] Fuck the world, let's run a train\n[03:32.18] Fuck the world, let's run a train\n[03:35.14] Fuck the world, let's run a train\n[03:38.31] Fuck the world, let's run a train\n[03:41.87] In a world\n[03:45.22] In a world\n[03:50.32] In a world\n[03:53.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run a Train (con Future)\n  artist: J. 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