[{"id":12333530,"name":"JID - Sistanem (Official Audio)","trackName":"JID - Sistanem (Official Audio)","artistName":"JID","albumName":"JID","duration":370.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cole, you stupid\n\nLook, you told me never let this get a hold of me\nYou hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me\nWay too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please\nI don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea\nGod knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me\nN- ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me\nAnd I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks\nYou right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people\n\nI finally bought a home to raise my family\nI'm done with all the h- and they anatomies\nI tried to call your phone again, you said, \"It wasn't on\"\nAnd by the time you got my letter, I was long gone\n\nBack on the road, gone with the wind blows\nPackin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\nYou know how this - go when family's gone\nYou don't know what you here for, uh\n\nJust remember, remember who I am, mm\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\n\nLook, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame\nYou seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game\n'Cause soon as n- get a little change, n- change\nAnd playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain\nYou heard a song and said I did the same thing\nYou seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized\nAnd I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen\nHad to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets\n\nI'm on the wrong track, road back, f- it, I'm hittin' it\nOn the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough\nShe know she happy that we doin' better than before\nAs long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul\nI felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone\nSaid, \"I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on\"\nI did my set then sat alone for a second by myself\nAsked questions, choices, destination, courses\n\nHighways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy\nI'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind\nAnd the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds\nThat combine with misogynistic mindsets\nDialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest\nI tossed that mindset overboard like an object\n\nI'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects\n'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor\nAnd now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore\nAnd show my n- somethin' that we never seen before\nOpen doors, so you know I'm goin'\n\nBack on the road, gone with the wind blows\nPackin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\nYou know how this - go when family's gone\nYou don't know what you here for, uh\n\nJust remember, remember who I am, mm\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\n\nWhy do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\nTry and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\nWhy do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\nTry and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n\nLook, I never gave that much a f- about this - to let it challenge my integrity\nBut you questionin' me, got me thinkin' you thinkin' less of me\nThe lesson in this - is we should talk face to face, f- the messagin'\nMeet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin\nLil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies\nStunt like my dad, I'm a -\nMoney in my hands, but it's bloody\n\nTry to understand if you love me, ayy\nMake plans, we can roll like the old days\nFaceTime call came with a stone-cold face\nWe don't talk often, when we do, it's an, \"Are you okay?\"\nSomebody f- with you? I'm on the way\nIt's on the waist, I can tell the way you look, that ain't the case\nFigured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family\nAnd you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings\n\nAnd ever since I start rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long\nAnd I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen\nLike when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone\nWritin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong\nLast time I seen you, we was sendin' her home\nOctober, November, December was gone\nBut on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom\n\nI'm talkin' to you now, but can I see you tomorrow?\nI could be on the way soon as I finish this song\nSo you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'\nAnd I don't f- with the Devil but I know he pursuin'\nAnd I know that Jesus died, 33, like Ewing\nAnd he prolly did the same - that we like doin'\nI know you got to feel the animosity brewin'\nIt's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that\nSend me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back since you actin' as if you-\n\nWe're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw)\nThat's f- (that's f-, that's f-, man, that's right)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: JID - Sistanem (Official Audio)\n artist: JID\n album: JID\n duration_ms: 370000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Cole, you stupid\n\n Look, you told me never let this get a hold of me\n You hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me\n Way too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please\n I don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea\n God knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me\n N- ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me\n And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks\n You right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people\n\n I finally bought a home to raise my family\n I'm done with all the h- and they anatomies\n I tried to call your phone again, you said, \"It wasn't on\"\n And by the time you got my letter, I was long gone\n\n Back on the road, gone with the wind blows\n Packin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\n You know how this - go when family's gone\n You don't know what you here for, uh\n\n Just remember, remember who I am, mm\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n\n Look, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame\n You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game\n 'Cause soon as n- get a little change, n- change\n And playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain\n You heard a song and said I did the same thing\n You seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized\n And I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen\n Had to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets\n\n I'm on the wrong track, road back, f- it, I'm hittin' it\n On the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough\n She know she happy that we doin' better than before\n As long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul\n I felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone\n Said, \"I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on\"\n I did my set then sat alone for a second by myself\n Asked questions, choices, destination, courses\n\n Highways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy\n I'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind\n And the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds\n That combine with misogynistic mindsets\n Dialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest\n I tossed that mindset overboard like an object\n\n I'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects\n 'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor\n And now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore\n And show my n- somethin' that we never seen before\n Open doors, so you know I'm goin'\n\n Back on the road, gone with the wind blows\n Packin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\n You know how this - go when family's gone\n You don't know what you here for, uh\n\n Just remember, remember who I am, mm\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n\n Why do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\n Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n Why do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\n Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n\n Look, I never gave that much a f- about this - to let it challenge my integrity\n But you questionin' me, got me thinkin' you thinkin' less of me\n The lesson in this - is we should talk face to face, f- the messagin'\n Meet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin\n Lil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies\n Stunt like my dad, I'm a -\n Money in my hands, but it's bloody\n\n Try to understand if you love me, ayy\n Make plans, we can roll like the old days\n FaceTime call came with a stone-cold face\n We don't talk often, when we do, it's an, \"Are you okay?\"\n Somebody f- with you? I'm on the way\n It's on the waist, I can tell the way you look, that ain't the case\n Figured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family\n And you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings\n\n And ever since I start rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long\n And I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen\n Like when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone\n Writin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong\n Last time I seen you, we was sendin' her home\n October, November, December was gone\n But on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom\n\n I'm talkin' to you now, but can I see you tomorrow?\n I could be on the way soon as I finish this song\n So you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'\n And I don't f- with the Devil but I know he pursuin'\n And I know that Jesus died, 33, like Ewing\n And he prolly did the same - that we like doin'\n I know you got to feel the animosity brewin'\n It's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that\n Send me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back since you actin' as if you-\n\n We're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw)\n That's f- (that's f-, that's f-, man, that's right)\n"},{"id":34561049,"name":"JID - Sistanem (Official Audio)","trackName":"JID - Sistanem (Official Audio)","artistName":"JID","albumName":"JID Videos","duration":370.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cole, you stupid\n\nLook, you told me never let this get a hold of me\nYou hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me\nWay too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please\nI don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea\nGod knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me\nN- ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me\nAnd I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks\nYou right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people\n\nI finally bought a home to raise my family\nI'm done with all the h- and they anatomies\nI tried to call your phone again, you said, \"It wasn't on\"\nAnd by the time you got my letter, I was long gone\n\nBack on the road, gone with the wind blows\nPackin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\nYou know how this - go when family's gone\nYou don't know what you here for, uh\n\nJust remember, remember who I am, mm\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\n\nLook, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame\nYou seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game\n'Cause soon as n- get a little change, n- change\nAnd playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain\nYou heard a song and said I did the same thing\nYou seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized\nAnd I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen\nHad to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets\n\nI'm on the wrong track, road back, f- it, I'm hittin' it\nOn the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough\nShe know she happy that we doin' better than before\nAs long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul\nI felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone\nSaid, \"I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on\"\nI did my set then sat alone for a second by myself\nAsked questions, choices, destination, courses\n\nHighways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy\nI'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind\nAnd the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds\nThat combine with misogynistic mindsets\nDialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest\nI tossed that mindset overboard like an object\n\nI'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects\n'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor\nAnd now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore\nAnd show my n- somethin' that we never seen before\nOpen doors, so you know I'm goin'\n\nBack on the road, gone with the wind blows\nPackin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\nYou know how this - go when family's gone\nYou don't know what you here for, uh\n\nJust remember, remember who I am, mm\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\n\nWhy do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\nTry and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\nWhy do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\nTry and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n\nLook, I never gave that much a f- about this - to let it challenge my integrity\nBut you questionin' me, got me thinkin' you thinkin' less of me\nThe lesson in this - is we should talk face to face, f- the messagin'\nMeet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin\nLil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies\nStunt like my dad, I'm a -\nMoney in my hands, but it's bloody\n\nTry to understand if you love me, ayy\nMake plans, we can roll like the old days\nFaceTime call came with a stone-cold face\nWe don't talk often, when we do, it's an, \"Are you okay?\"\nSomebody f- with you? I'm on the way\nIt's on the waist, I can tell the way you look, that ain't the case\nFigured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family\nAnd you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings\n\nAnd ever since I start rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long\nAnd I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen\nLike when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone\nWritin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong\nLast time I seen you, we was sendin' her home\nOctober, November, December was gone\nBut on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom\n\nI'm talkin' to you now, but can I see you tomorrow?\nI could be on the way soon as I finish this song\nSo you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'\nAnd I don't f- with the Devil but I know he pursuin'\nAnd I know that Jesus died, 33, like Ewing\nAnd he prolly did the same - that we like doin'\nI know you got to feel the animosity brewin'\nIt's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that\nSend me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back since you actin' as if you-\n\nWe're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw)\nThat's f- (that's f-, that's f-, man, that's right)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: JID - Sistanem (Official Audio)\n artist: JID\n album: JID Videos\n duration_ms: 370000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Cole, you stupid\n\n Look, you told me never let this get a hold of me\n You hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me\n Way too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please\n I don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea\n God knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me\n N- ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me\n And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks\n You right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people\n\n I finally bought a home to raise my family\n I'm done with all the h- and they anatomies\n I tried to call your phone again, you said, \"It wasn't on\"\n And by the time you got my letter, I was long gone\n\n Back on the road, gone with the wind blows\n Packin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\n You know how this - go when family's gone\n You don't know what you here for, uh\n\n Just remember, remember who I am, mm\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n\n Look, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame\n You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game\n 'Cause soon as n- get a little change, n- change\n And playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain\n You heard a song and said I did the same thing\n You seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized\n And I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen\n Had to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets\n\n I'm on the wrong track, road back, f- it, I'm hittin' it\n On the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough\n She know she happy that we doin' better than before\n As long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul\n I felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone\n Said, \"I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on\"\n I did my set then sat alone for a second by myself\n Asked questions, choices, destination, courses\n\n Highways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy\n I'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind\n And the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds\n That combine with misogynistic mindsets\n Dialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest\n I tossed that mindset overboard like an object\n\n I'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects\n 'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor\n And now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore\n And show my n- somethin' that we never seen before\n Open doors, so you know I'm goin'\n\n Back on the road, gone with the wind blows\n Packin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\n You know how this - go when family's gone\n You don't know what you here for, uh\n\n Just remember, remember who I am, mm\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n\n Why do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\n Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n Why do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\n Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n\n Look, I never gave that much a f- about this - to let it challenge my integrity\n But you questionin' me, got me thinkin' you thinkin' less of me\n The lesson in this - is we should talk face to face, f- the messagin'\n Meet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin\n Lil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies\n Stunt like my dad, I'm a -\n Money in my hands, but it's bloody\n\n Try to understand if you love me, ayy\n Make plans, we can roll like the old days\n FaceTime call came with a stone-cold face\n We don't talk often, when we do, it's an, \"Are you okay?\"\n Somebody f- with you? I'm on the way\n It's on the waist, I can tell the way you look, that ain't the case\n Figured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family\n And you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings\n\n And ever since I start rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long\n And I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen\n Like when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone\n Writin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong\n Last time I seen you, we was sendin' her home\n October, November, December was gone\n But on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom\n\n I'm talkin' to you now, but can I see you tomorrow?\n I could be on the way soon as I finish this song\n So you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'\n And I don't f- with the Devil but I know he pursuin'\n And I know that Jesus died, 33, like Ewing\n And he prolly did the same - that we like doin'\n I know you got to feel the animosity brewin'\n It's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that\n Send me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back since you actin' as if you-\n\n We're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw)\n That's f- (that's f-, that's f-, man, that's right)\n"},{"id":12584290,"name":"Sistanem","trackName":"Sistanem","artistName":"JID","albumName":"JID Videos","duration":370.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cole, you stupid\n\nLook, you told me never let this get a hold of me\nYou hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me\nWay too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please\nI don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea\nGod knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me\nN- ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me\nAnd I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks\nYou right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people\n\nI finally bought a home to raise my family\nI'm done with all the h- and they anatomies\nI tried to call your phone again, you said, \"It wasn't on\"\nAnd by the time you got my letter, I was long gone\n\nBack on the road, gone with the wind blows\nPackin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\nYou know how this - go when family's gone\nYou don't know what you here for, uh\n\nJust remember, remember who I am, mm\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\n\nLook, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame\nYou seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game\n'Cause soon as n- get a little change, n- change\nAnd playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain\nYou heard a song and said I did the same thing\nYou seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized\nAnd I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen\nHad to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets\n\nI'm on the wrong track, road back, f- it, I'm hittin' it\nOn the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough\nShe know she happy that we doin' better than before\nAs long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul\nI felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone\nSaid, \"I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on\"\nI did my set then sat alone for a second by myself\nAsked questions, choices, destination, courses\n\nHighways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy\nI'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind\nAnd the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds\nThat combine with misogynistic mindsets\nDialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest\nI tossed that mindset overboard like an object\n\nI'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects\n'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor\nAnd now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore\nAnd show my n- somethin' that we never seen before\nOpen doors, so you know I'm goin'\n\nBack on the road, gone with the wind blows\nPackin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\nYou know how this - go when family's gone\nYou don't know what you here for, uh\n\nJust remember, remember who I am, mm\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\n\nWhy do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\nTry and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\nWhy do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\nTry and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n\nLook, I never gave that much a f- about this - to let it challenge my integrity\nBut you questionin' me, got me thinkin' you thinkin' less of me\nThe lesson in this - is we should talk face to face, f- the messagin'\nMeet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin\nLil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies\nStunt like my dad, I'm a -\nMoney in my hands, but it's bloody\n\nTry to understand if you love me, ayy\nMake plans, we can roll like the old days\nFaceTime call came with a stone-cold face\nWe don't talk often, when we do, it's an, \"Are you okay?\"\nSomebody f- with you? I'm on the way\nIt's on the waist, I can tell the way you look, that ain't the case\nFigured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family\nAnd you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings\n\nAnd ever since I start rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long\nAnd I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen\nLike when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone\nWritin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong\nLast time I seen you, we was sendin' her home\nOctober, November, December was gone\nBut on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom\n\nI'm talkin' to you now, but can I see you tomorrow?\nI could be on the way soon as I finish this song\nSo you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'\nAnd I don't f- with the Devil but I know he pursuin'\nAnd I know that Jesus died, 33, like Ewing\nAnd he prolly did the same - that we like doin'\nI know you got to feel the animosity brewin'\nIt's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that\nSend me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back since you actin' as if you-\n\nWe're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw)\nThat's f- (that's f-, that's f-, man, that's right)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Sistanem\n artist: JID\n album: JID Videos\n duration_ms: 370000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Cole, you stupid\n\n Look, you told me never let this get a hold of me\n You hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me\n Way too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please\n I don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea\n God knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me\n N- ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me\n And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks\n You right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people\n\n I finally bought a home to raise my family\n I'm done with all the h- and they anatomies\n I tried to call your phone again, you said, \"It wasn't on\"\n And by the time you got my letter, I was long gone\n\n Back on the road, gone with the wind blows\n Packin' the shows, - 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at the time, I couldn't listen\n[01:47.30] Had to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets\n[01:49.92] I'm on the wrong track, road back, fuck it, I'm hittin' it\n[01:52.13] On the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough\n[01:54.74] She know she happy that we doin' better than before\n[01:57.44] As long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul\n[01:59.91] I felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone\n[02:02.16] Said, \"I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on\"\n[02:04.88] I did my set then sat alone for a second by myself\n[02:07.76] Asked questions, choices, destination, courses\n[02:10.69] Highways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy\n[02:14.77] I'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind\n[02:17.75] And the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds\n[02:20.49] That combine with misogynistic mindsets\n[02:22.24] Dialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest\n[02:25.93] I 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and -, platinum and gold\nYou know how this - go when family's gone\nYou don't know what you here for, uh\n\nJust remember, remember who I am, mm\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\n\nLook, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame\nYou seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game\n'Cause soon as n- get a little change, n- change\nAnd playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain\nYou heard a song and said I did the same thing\nYou seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized\nAnd I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen\nHad to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets\n\nI'm on the wrong track, road back, f- it, I'm hittin' it\nOn the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough\nShe know she happy that we doin' better than before\nAs long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul\nI felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone\nSaid, \"I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on\"\nI did my set then sat alone for a second by myself\nAsked questions, choices, destination, courses\n\nHighways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy\nI'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind\nAnd the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds\nThat combine with misogynistic mindsets\nDialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest\nI tossed that mindset overboard like an object\n\nI'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects\n'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor\nAnd now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore\nAnd show my n- somethin' that we never seen before\nOpen doors, so you know I'm goin'\n\nBack on the road, gone with the wind blows\nPackin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\nYou know how this - go when family's gone\nYou don't know what you here for, uh\n\nJust remember, remember who I am, mm\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\n\nWhy do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\nTry and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\nWhy do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\nTry and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n\nLook, I never gave that much a f- about this - to let it challenge my integrity\nBut you questionin' me, got me thinkin' you thinkin' less of me\nThe lesson in this - is we should talk face to face, f- the messagin'\nMeet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin\nLil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies\nStunt like my dad, I'm a -\nMoney in my hands, but it's bloody\n\nTry to understand if you love me, ayy\nMake plans, we can roll like the old days\nFaceTime call came with a stone-cold face\nWe don't talk often, when we do, it's an, \"Are you okay?\"\nSomebody f- with you? I'm on the way\nIt's on the waist, I can tell the way you look, that ain't the case\nFigured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family\nAnd you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings\n\nAnd ever since I start rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long\nAnd I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen\nLike when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone\nWritin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong\nLast time I seen you, we was sendin' her home\nOctober, November, December was gone\nBut on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom\n\nI'm talkin' to you now, but can I see you tomorrow?\nI could be on the way soon as I finish this song\nSo you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'\nAnd I don't f- with the Devil but I know he pursuin'\nAnd I know that Jesus died, 33, like Ewing\nAnd he prolly did the same - that we like doin'\nI know you got to feel the animosity brewin'\nIt's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that\nSend me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back since you actin' as if you-\n\nWe're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw)\nThat's f- (that's f-, that's f-, man, that's right)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Sistanem\n artist: JID\n album: JIDVEVO\n duration_ms: 370000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Cole, you stupid\n\n Look, you told me never let this get a hold of me\n You hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me\n Way too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please\n I don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea\n God knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me\n N- ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me\n And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks\n You right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people\n\n I finally bought a home to raise my family\n I'm done with all the h- and they anatomies\n I tried to call your phone again, you said, \"It wasn't on\"\n And by the time you got my letter, I was long gone\n\n Back on the road, gone with the wind blows\n Packin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\n You know how this - go when family's gone\n You don't know what you here for, uh\n\n Just remember, remember who I am, mm\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n\n Look, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame\n You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game\n 'Cause soon as n- get a little change, n- change\n And playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain\n You heard a song and said I did the same thing\n You seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized\n And I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen\n Had to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets\n\n I'm on the wrong track, road back, f- it, I'm hittin' it\n On the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough\n She know she happy that we doin' better than before\n As long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul\n I felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone\n Said, \"I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on\"\n I did my set then sat alone for a second by myself\n Asked questions, choices, destination, courses\n\n Highways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy\n I'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind\n And the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds\n That combine with misogynistic mindsets\n Dialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest\n I tossed that mindset overboard like an object\n\n I'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects\n 'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor\n And now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore\n And show my n- somethin' that we never seen before\n Open doors, so you know I'm goin'\n\n Back on the road, gone with the wind blows\n Packin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\n You know how this - go when family's gone\n You don't know what you here for, uh\n\n Just remember, remember who I am, mm\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n\n Why do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\n Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n Why do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\n Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n\n Look, I never gave that much a f- about this - to let it challenge my integrity\n But you questionin' me, got me thinkin' you thinkin' less of me\n The lesson in this - is we should talk face to face, f- the messagin'\n Meet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin\n Lil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies\n Stunt like my dad, I'm a -\n Money in my hands, but it's bloody\n\n Try to understand if you love me, ayy\n Make plans, we can roll like the old days\n FaceTime call came with a stone-cold face\n We don't talk often, when we do, it's an, \"Are you okay?\"\n Somebody f- with you? I'm on the way\n It's on the waist, I can tell the way you look, that ain't the case\n Figured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family\n And you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings\n\n And ever since I start rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long\n And I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen\n Like when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone\n Writin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong\n Last time I seen you, we was sendin' her home\n October, November, December was gone\n But on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom\n\n I'm talkin' to you now, but can I see you tomorrow?\n I could be on the way soon as I finish this song\n So you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'\n And I don't f- with the Devil but I know he pursuin'\n And I know that Jesus died, 33, like Ewing\n And he prolly did the same - that we like doin'\n I know you got to feel the animosity brewin'\n It's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that\n Send me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back since you actin' as if you-\n\n We're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw)\n That's f- (that's f-, that's f-, man, that's right)\n"},{"id":15853018,"name":"Sistanem","trackName":"Sistanem","artistName":"JID","albumName":"null","duration":370.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cole, you stupid\n\nLook, you told me never let this get a hold of me\nYou hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me\nWay too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please\nI don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea\nGod knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me\nN- ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me\nAnd I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks\nYou right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people\n\nI finally bought a home to raise my family\nI'm done with all the h- and they anatomies\nI tried to call your phone again, you said, \"It wasn't on\"\nAnd by the time you got my letter, I was long gone\n\nBack on the road, gone with the wind blows\nPackin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\nYou know how this - go when family's gone\nYou don't know what you here for, uh\n\nJust remember, remember who I am, mm\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\n\nLook, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame\nYou seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game\n'Cause soon as n- get a little change, n- change\nAnd playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain\nYou heard a song and said I did the same thing\nYou seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized\nAnd I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen\nHad to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets\n\nI'm on the wrong track, road back, f- it, I'm hittin' it\nOn the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough\nShe know she happy that we doin' better than before\nAs long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul\nI felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone\nSaid, \"I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on\"\nI did my set then sat alone for a second by myself\nAsked questions, choices, destination, courses\n\nHighways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy\nI'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind\nAnd the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds\nThat combine with misogynistic mindsets\nDialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest\nI tossed that mindset overboard like an object\n\nI'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects\n'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor\nAnd now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore\nAnd show my n- somethin' that we never seen before\nOpen doors, so you know I'm goin'\n\nBack on the road, gone with the wind blows\nPackin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\nYou know how this - go when family's gone\nYou don't know what you here for, uh\n\nJust remember, remember who I am, mm\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\n\nWhy do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\nTry and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\nWhy do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\nTry and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n\nLook, I never gave that much a f- about this - to let it challenge my integrity\nBut you questionin' me, got me thinkin' you thinkin' less of me\nThe lesson in this - is we should talk face to face, f- the messagin'\nMeet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin\nLil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies\nStunt like my dad, I'm a -\nMoney in my hands, but it's bloody\n\nTry to understand if you love me, ayy\nMake plans, we can roll like the old days\nFaceTime call came with a stone-cold face\nWe don't talk often, when we do, it's an, \"Are you okay?\"\nSomebody f- with you? I'm on the way\nIt's on the waist, I can tell the way you look, that ain't the case\nFigured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family\nAnd you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings\n\nAnd ever since I start rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long\nAnd I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen\nLike when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone\nWritin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong\nLast time I seen you, we was sendin' her home\nOctober, November, December was gone\nBut on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom\n\nI'm talkin' to you now, but can I see you tomorrow?\nI could be on the way soon as I finish this song\nSo you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'\nAnd I don't f- with the Devil but I know he pursuin'\nAnd I know that Jesus died, 33, like Ewing\nAnd he prolly did the same - that we like doin'\nI know you got to feel the animosity brewin'\nIt's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that\nSend me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back since you actin' as if you-\n\nWe're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw)\nThat's f- (that's f-, that's f-, man, that's right)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Sistanem\n artist: JID\n album: 'null'\n duration_ms: 370000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Cole, you stupid\n\n Look, you told me never let this get a hold of me\n You hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me\n Way too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please\n I don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea\n God knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me\n N- ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me\n And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks\n You right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people\n\n I finally bought a home to raise my family\n I'm done with all the h- and they anatomies\n I tried to call your phone again, you said, \"It wasn't on\"\n And by the time you got my letter, I was long gone\n\n Back on the road, gone with the wind blows\n Packin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\n You know how this - go when family's gone\n You don't know what you here for, uh\n\n Just remember, remember who I am, mm\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n\n Look, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame\n You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game\n 'Cause soon as n- get a little change, n- change\n And playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain\n You heard a song and said I did the same thing\n You seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized\n And I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen\n Had to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets\n\n I'm on the wrong track, road back, f- it, I'm hittin' it\n On the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough\n She know she happy that we doin' better than before\n As long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul\n I felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone\n Said, \"I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on\"\n I did my set then sat alone for a second by myself\n Asked questions, choices, destination, courses\n\n Highways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy\n I'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind\n And the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds\n That combine with misogynistic mindsets\n Dialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest\n I tossed that mindset overboard like an object\n\n I'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects\n 'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor\n And now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore\n And show my n- somethin' that we never seen before\n Open doors, so you know I'm goin'\n\n Back on the road, gone with the wind blows\n Packin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\n You know how this - go when family's gone\n You don't know what you here for, uh\n\n Just remember, remember who I am, mm\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n\n Why do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\n Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n Why do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\n Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n\n Look, I never gave that much a f- about this - to let it challenge my integrity\n But you questionin' me, got me thinkin' you thinkin' less of me\n The lesson in this - is we should talk face to face, f- the messagin'\n Meet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin\n Lil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies\n Stunt like my dad, I'm a -\n Money in my hands, but it's bloody\n\n Try to understand if you love me, ayy\n Make plans, we can roll like the old days\n FaceTime call came with a stone-cold face\n We don't talk often, when we do, it's an, \"Are you okay?\"\n Somebody f- with you? I'm on the way\n It's on the waist, I can tell the way you look, that ain't the case\n Figured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family\n And you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings\n\n And ever since I start rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long\n And I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen\n Like when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone\n Writin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong\n Last time I seen you, we was sendin' her home\n October, November, December was gone\n But on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom\n\n I'm talkin' to you now, but can I see you tomorrow?\n I could be on the way soon as I finish this song\n So you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'\n And I don't f- with the Devil but I know he pursuin'\n And I know that Jesus died, 33, like Ewing\n And he prolly did the same - that we like doin'\n I know you got to feel the animosity brewin'\n It's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that\n Send me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back since you actin' as if you-\n\n We're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw)\n That's f- (that's f-, that's f-, man, that's right)\n"},{"id":36150228,"name":"Sistanem","trackName":"Sistanem","artistName":"JID","albumName":"The Forever Story (Extended Version)","duration":365.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cole, you stupid\n\nLook, you told me never let this get a hold of me\nYou hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me\nWay too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please\nI don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea\nGod knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me\nNiggas ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me\nAnd I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks\nYou right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people\n\nI finally bought a home to raise my family\nI'm done with all the hoes and they anatomies\nI tried to call your phone again, you said, \"It wasn't on\"\nAnd by the time you got my letter, I was long gone\n\nBack on the road, gone with the wind blows\nPackin' the shows, hoes and nymphos, platinum and gold\nYou know how this shit go when family's gone\nYou don't know what you here for, uh\n\nJust remember, remember who I am, mm\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\n\nLook, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame\nYou seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game\n'Cause soon as niggas get a little change, niggas change\nAnd playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain\nYou heard a song and said I did the same thing\nYou seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized\nAnd I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen\nHad to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets\n\nI'm on the wrong track, road back, fuck it, I'm hittin' it\nOn the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough\nShe know she happy that we doin' better than before\nAs long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul\nI felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone\nSaid, \"I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on\"\nI did my set then sat alone for a second by myself\nAsked questions, choices, destination, courses\n\nHighways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy\nI'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind\nAnd the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds\nThat combine with misogynistic mindsets\nDialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest\nI tossed that mindset overboard like an object\n\nI'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects\n'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor\nAnd now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore\nAnd show my niggas somethin' that we never seen before\nOpen doors, so you know I'm goin'\n\nBack on the road, gone with the wind blows\nPackin' the shows, hoes and nymphos, platinum and gold\nYou know how this shit go when family's gone\nYou don't know what you here for, uh\n\nJust remember, remember who I am, mm\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\n\nWhy do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face?\nTry and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\nWhy do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face?\nTry and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n\nLook, I never gave that much a fuck about this shit\nTo let it challenge my integrity\nBut you questionin' me, got me back and you thinkin' less of me\nThe lesson in this shit is we should talk\nFace to face, fuck the messagin'\nMeet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin\nLil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies\nStunt like my dad, I'm a druggie\nMoney in my hands but it's bloody\n\nTry to understand if you love me, ayy\nMake plans, we can roll like the old days\nFaceTime call came with a stone-cold face\nWe don't talk often, when we do, it's an \"Are you okay?\"\nSomebody fuckin' with you? I'm on the way\nIt's on the waist, I can tell the way you live, that ain't the case\nFigured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family\nAnd you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings\n\nAnd ever since I start rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long\nAnd I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen\nLike when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone\nWritin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong\nLast time I seen you, we was sendin' her home\nOctober, November, December was gone\nBut on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom\n\nI'm talkin' to you now, but can I see you tomorrow?\nI could be on the way soon as I finish this song\nSo you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'\nAnd I don't fuck with the Devil but I know he pursuin'\nAnd I know that Jesus died, 33, like Ewing\nAnd he prolly did the same shit that we like doin'\nI know you got to feel the animosity brewin'\nIt's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that\nSend me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back since you actin' as if you-\n\nWe're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw)\nThat's fucked (that's fucked, that's fucked, man, that's right)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.89] Cole, you stupid\n[00:07.97] \n[00:19.73] Look, you told me never let this get a hold of me\n[00:22.92] You hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me\n[00:25.57] Way too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please\n[00:27.82] I don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea\n[00:30.43] God knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me\n[00:32.75] Niggas ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me\n[00:35.23] And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks\n[00:37.49] You right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people\n[00:40.19] I finally bought a home to raise my family\n[00:42.69] I'm done with all the hoes and they anatomies\n[00:45.26] I tried to call your phone again, you said, \"It wasn't on\"\n[00:47.96] And by the time you got my letter, I was long gone\n[00:50.53] Back on the road, gone with the wind blows\n[00:52.24] Packin' the shows, hoes and nymphos, platinum and gold\n[00:55.84] You know how this shit go when family's gone\n[00:58.62] You don't know what you here for, uh\n[01:00.77] Just remember, remember who I am, mm\n[01:09.68] Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n[01:15.00] Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n[01:19.94] Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n[01:24.80] Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n[01:30.17] Look, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame\n[01:32.46] You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game\n[01:34.67] 'Cause soon as niggas get a little change, niggas change\n[01:37.27] And playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain\n[01:39.93] You heard a song and said I did the same thing\n[01:42.00] You seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized\n[01:44.93] And I ain't get it 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and -, platinum and gold\nYou know how this - go when family's gone\nYou don't know what you here for, uh\n\nJust remember, remember who I am, mm\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\n\nLook, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame\nYou seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game\n'Cause soon as n- get a little change, n- change\nAnd playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain\nYou heard a song and said I did the same thing\nYou seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized\nAnd I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen\nHad to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets\n\nI'm on the wrong track, road back, f- it, I'm hittin' it\nOn the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough\nShe know she happy that we doin' better than before\nAs long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul\nI felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone\nSaid, \"I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on\"\nI did my set then sat alone for a second by myself\nAsked questions, choices, destination, courses\n\nHighways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy\nI'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind\nAnd the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds\nThat combine with misogynistic mindsets\nDialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest\nI tossed that mindset overboard like an object\n\nI'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects\n'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor\nAnd now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore\nAnd show my n- somethin' that we never seen before\nOpen doors, so you know I'm goin'\n\nBack on the road, gone with the wind blows\nPackin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\nYou know how this - go when family's gone\nYou don't know what you here for, uh\n\nJust remember, remember who I am, mm\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\nMommies, daughters, models, callers\nBallers, fathers, all have fallen\n\nWhy do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\nTry and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\nWhy do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\nTry and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n\nLook, I never gave that much a f- about this - to let it challenge my integrity\nBut you questionin' me, got me thinkin' you thinkin' less of me\nThe lesson in this - is we should talk face to face, f- the messagin'\nMeet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin\nLil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies\nStunt like my dad, I'm a -\nMoney in my hands, but it's bloody\n\nTry to understand if you love me, ayy\nMake plans, we can roll like the old days\nFaceTime call came with a stone-cold face\nWe don't talk often, when we do, it's an, \"Are you okay?\"\nSomebody f- with you? 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and -, platinum and gold\n You know how this - go when family's gone\n You don't know what you here for, uh\n\n Just remember, remember who I am, mm\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n\n Look, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame\n You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game\n 'Cause soon as n- get a little change, n- change\n And playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain\n You heard a song and said I did the same thing\n You seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized\n And I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen\n Had to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets\n\n I'm on the wrong track, road back, f- it, I'm hittin' it\n On the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough\n She know she happy that we doin' better than before\n As long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul\n I felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone\n Said, \"I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on\"\n I did my set then sat alone for a second by myself\n Asked questions, choices, destination, courses\n\n Highways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy\n I'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind\n And the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds\n That combine with misogynistic mindsets\n Dialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest\n I tossed that mindset overboard like an object\n\n I'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects\n 'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor\n And now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore\n And show my n- somethin' that we never seen before\n Open doors, so you know I'm goin'\n\n Back on the road, gone with the wind blows\n Packin' the shows, - and -, platinum and gold\n You know how this - go when family's gone\n You don't know what you here for, uh\n\n Just remember, remember who I am, mm\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n Mommies, daughters, models, callers\n Ballers, fathers, all have fallen\n\n Why do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\n Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n Why do I get so - that I can't feel my face?\n Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way\n\n Look, I never gave that much a f- about this - to let it challenge my integrity\n But you questionin' me, got me thinkin' you thinkin' less of me\n The lesson in this - is we should talk face to face, f- the messagin'\n Meet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin\n Lil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies\n Stunt like my dad, I'm a -\n Money in my hands, but it's bloody\n\n Try to understand if you love me, ayy\n Make plans, we can roll like the old days\n FaceTime call came with a stone-cold face\n We don't talk often, when we do, it's an, \"Are you okay?\"\n Somebody f- with you? I'm on the way\n It's on the waist, I can tell the way you look, that ain't the case\n Figured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family\n And you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings\n\n And ever since I start rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long\n And I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen\n Like when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone\n Writin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong\n Last time I seen you, we was sendin' her home\n October, November, December was gone\n But on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom\n\n I'm talkin' to you now, but can I see you tomorrow?\n I could be on the way soon as I finish this song\n So you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'\n And I don't f- with the Devil but I know he pursuin'\n And I know that Jesus died, 33, like Ewing\n And he prolly did the same - that we like doin'\n I know you got to feel the animosity brewin'\n It's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that\n Send me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back since you actin' as if you-\n\n We're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw)\n That's f- (that's f-, that's f-, man, that's right)\n"}]