[{"id":7135218,"name":"Skeletons (feat. Joell Ortiz & Crooked I)","trackName":"Skeletons (feat. Joell Ortiz & Crooked I)","artistName":"Joe Budden","albumName":"No Love Lost","duration":286.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\n\nI look over my shoulder not knowing where it's coming from\nBut knowing that its coming, I was bugging as a youngin'\nNow im runnin from, somethin' that'll even out my dumb decisions\nThe night I shot and had him bleedin' out his lungs and spittin'\nDo any sins go unforgiven? I hope not\nCause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\nStomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\nSo the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\nSo not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\nI love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\nStumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\nGun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\nYou'll never understand my palm sweat\nFollowed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\nGo on let shorty sin\nCause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\nThat's brave enough to tell you everything\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\n\nFuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\nI got skeletons in my closet\nThe living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\nWhen will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\nThe black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\nAnd Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\nYeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\nCover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\nI steadily dream about cleanin' these demons out\nIn order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\nAll of your secrets out loud\nIt started as a kid at my school desk\nAced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\nAin't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\nAnd living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\nSo I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\nThat's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\nAnd more came through Crooked I's youth\nI slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\nFor real, bro\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\n\nI thought I had it all locked away till forever\nBut no memories fade away, They seem to stay\nComfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\nThey say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n\nSee the problem is, I know it all\nOr maybe the problem is that I just show it all\nMaybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse\nMaybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\nThen again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\nWe could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department\nIntercity blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin\nSkeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment\nAnd they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\nIt's all bleak to me\nTell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it's weak to me\nOn one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it\nBut you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it\nModern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand\nMe against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm on demand\nWant to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint\nMy roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\nI doubt it\nI doubt it...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.68] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[00:05.65] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[00:09.27] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[00:16.94] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[00:21.41] I doubt it\n[00:24.66] I look over my shoulder not knowing where it's coming from\n[00:31.35] But knowing that its coming, I was bugging as a youngin'\n[00:34.18] Now im runnin from, somethin' that'll even out my dumb decisions\n[00:37.46] The night I shot and had him bleedin' out his lungs and spittin'\n[00:40.18] Do any sins go unforgiven? I hope not\n[00:42.78] Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\n[00:46.05] Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\n[00:48.73] So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\n[00:51.76] So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\n[00:54.47] I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\n[00:57.03] Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\n[01:00.70] Gun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\n[01:03.56] You'll never understand my palm sweat\n[01:05.65] Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\n[01:09.34] Go on let shorty sin\n[01:11.47] Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\n[01:13.15] That's brave enough to tell you everything\n[01:15.64] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[01:20.81] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[01:25.47] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[01:32.68] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[01:37.95] I doubt it\n[01:39.27] Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\n[01:41.45] I got skeletons in my closet\n[01:43.33] The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\n[01:46.83] When will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\n[01:49.86] The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\n[01:52.87] And Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\n[01:55.59] Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\n[01:58.34] Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\n[02:00.96] I steadily dream about cleanin’ these demons out\n[02:04.26] In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\n[02:06.74] All of your secrets out loud\n[02:08.24] It started as a kid at my school desk\n[02:10.12] Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\n[02:12.84] Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\n[02:15.96] And living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\n[02:18.45] So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\n[02:21.67] That’s when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\n[02:24.43] And more came through Crooked I’s youth\n[02:27.27] I slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\n[02:30.02] For real, bro\n[02:31.84] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[02:36.08] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[02:40.46] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.96] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[02:52.82] I doubt it\n[02:53.65] I thought I had it all locked away till forever\n[03:00.75] But no memories fade away, They seem to stay\n[03:06.76] Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\n[03:11.25] They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n[03:17.43] See the problem is, I know it all\n[03:20.04] Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all\n[03:22.23] Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there’s no remorse\n[03:25.55] Maybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\n[03:28.44] Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\n[03:31.46] We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that’s my department\n[03:34.14] Intercity blues cruise and I’m blasting that Marvin\n[03:36.94] Skeletons ain’t in my closet, that’s my apartment\n[03:39.84] And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\n[03:42.86] It's all bleak to me\n[03:44.54] Tell my Pop I ain’t bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it’s weak to me\n[03:48.35] On one hand life is short and there’s no excuse to do it\n[03:51.36] But you was missing half my life dog, I’m kind of used to it\n[03:54.28] Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don’t understand\n[03:57.24] Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I’m on demand\n[03:59.96] Want to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint\n[04:02.75] My roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent\n[04:05.67] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[04:11.87] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[04:15.78] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[04:23.34] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[04:27.22] I doubt it\n[04:31.65] I doubt it\n[04:38.59] I doubt it...\n[04:43.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeletons (feat. 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I hope not\n  Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\n  Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\n  So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\n  So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\n  I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\n  Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\n  Gun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\n  You'll never understand my palm sweat\n  Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\n  Go on let shorty sin\n  Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\n  That's brave enough to tell you everything\n\n  I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n  And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n  And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n  Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n  I doubt it\n\n  Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\n  I got skeletons in my closet\n  The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\n  When will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\n  The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\n  And Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\n  Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\n  Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\n  I steadily dream about cleanin' these demons out\n  In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\n  All of your secrets out loud\n  It started as a kid at my school desk\n  Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\n  Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\n  And living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\n  So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\n  That's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\n  And more came through Crooked I's youth\n  I slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\n  For real, bro\n\n  I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n  And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n  And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n  Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n  I doubt it\n\n  I thought I had it all locked away till forever\n  But no memories fade away, They seem to stay\n  Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\n  They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n\n  See the problem is, I know it all\n  Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all\n  Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse\n  Maybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\n  Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\n  We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department\n  Intercity blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin\n  Skeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment\n  And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\n  It's all bleak to me\n  Tell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it's weak to me\n  On one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it\n  But you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it\n  Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand\n  Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm on demand\n  Want to see through the eyes of a monster? 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I hope not\nCause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\nStomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\nSo the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\nSo not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\nI love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\nStumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\nGun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\nYou'll never understand my palm sweat\nFollowed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\nGo on let shorty sin\nCause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\nThat's brave enough to tell you everything\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\n\nFuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\nI got skeletons in my closet\nThe living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\nWhen will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\nThe black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\nAnd Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\nYeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\nCover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\nI steadily dream about cleanin' these demons out\nIn order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\nAll of your secrets out loud\nIt started as a kid at my school desk\nAced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\nAin't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\nAnd living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\nSo I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\nThat's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\nAnd more came through Crooked I's youth\nI slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\nFor real, bro\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\n\nI thought I had it all locked away till forever\nBut no memories fade away, They seem to stay\nComfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\nThey say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n\nSee the problem is, I know it all\nOr maybe the problem is that I just show it all\nMaybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse\nMaybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\nThen again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\nWe could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department\nIntercity blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin\nSkeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment\nAnd they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\nIt's all bleak to me\nTell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it's weak to me\nOn one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it\nBut you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it\nModern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand\nMe against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm on demand\nWant to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint\nMy roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\nI doubt it\nI doubt it...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.68] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[00:05.65] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[00:09.27] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[00:16.94] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[00:21.41] I doubt it\n[00:24.66] I look over my shoulder not knowing where it's coming from\n[00:31.35] But knowing that its coming, I was bugging as a youngin'\n[00:34.18] Now im runnin from, somethin' that'll even out my dumb decisions\n[00:37.46] The night I shot and had him bleedin' out his lungs and spittin'\n[00:40.18] Do any sins go unforgiven? I hope not\n[00:42.78] Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\n[00:46.05] Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\n[00:48.73] So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\n[00:51.76] So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\n[00:54.47] I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\n[00:57.03] Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\n[01:00.70] Gun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\n[01:03.56] You'll never understand my palm sweat\n[01:05.65] Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\n[01:09.34] Go on let shorty sin\n[01:11.47] Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\n[01:13.15] That's brave enough to tell you everything\n[01:15.64] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[01:20.81] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[01:25.47] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[01:32.68] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[01:37.95] I doubt it\n[01:39.27] Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\n[01:41.45] I got skeletons in my closet\n[01:43.33] The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\n[01:46.83] When will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\n[01:49.86] The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\n[01:52.87] And Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\n[01:55.59] Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\n[01:58.34] Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\n[02:00.96] I steadily dream about cleanin’ these demons out\n[02:04.26] In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\n[02:06.74] All of your secrets out loud\n[02:08.24] It started as a kid at my school desk\n[02:10.12] Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\n[02:12.84] Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\n[02:15.96] And living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\n[02:18.45] So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\n[02:21.67] That’s when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\n[02:24.43] And more came through Crooked I’s youth\n[02:27.27] I slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\n[02:30.02] For real, bro\n[02:31.84] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[02:36.08] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[02:40.46] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.96] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[02:52.82] I doubt it\n[02:53.65] I thought I had it all locked away till forever\n[03:00.75] But no memories fade away, They seem to stay\n[03:06.76] Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\n[03:11.25] They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n[03:17.43] See the problem is, I know it all\n[03:20.04] Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all\n[03:22.23] Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there’s no remorse\n[03:25.55] Maybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\n[03:28.44] Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\n[03:31.46] We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that’s my department\n[03:34.14] Intercity blues cruise and I’m blasting that Marvin\n[03:36.94] Skeletons ain’t in my closet, that’s my apartment\n[03:39.84] And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\n[03:42.86] It's all bleak to me\n[03:44.54] Tell my Pop I ain’t bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it’s weak to me\n[03:48.35] On one hand life is short and there’s no excuse to do it\n[03:51.36] But you was missing half my life dog, I’m kind of used to it\n[03:54.28] Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don’t understand\n[03:57.24] Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I’m on demand\n[03:59.96] Want to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint\n[04:02.75] My roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent\n[04:05.67] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[04:11.87] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[04:15.78] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[04:23.34] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[04:27.22] I doubt it\n[04:31.65] I doubt it\n[04:38.59] I doubt it...\n[04:43.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeletons (Feat. 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I hope not\n  Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\n  Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\n  So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\n  So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\n  I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\n  Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\n  Gun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\n  You'll never understand my palm sweat\n  Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\n  Go on let shorty sin\n  Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\n  That's brave enough to tell you everything\n\n  I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n  And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n  And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n  Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n  I doubt it\n\n  Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\n  I got skeletons in my closet\n  The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\n  When will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\n  The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\n  And Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\n  Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\n  Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\n  I steadily dream about cleanin' these demons out\n  In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\n  All of your secrets out loud\n  It started as a kid at my school desk\n  Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\n  Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\n  And living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\n  So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\n  That's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\n  And more came through Crooked I's youth\n  I slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\n  For real, bro\n\n  I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n  And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n  And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n  Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n  I doubt it\n\n  I thought I had it all locked away till forever\n  But no memories fade away, They seem to stay\n  Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\n  They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n\n  See the problem is, I know it all\n  Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all\n  Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse\n  Maybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\n  Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\n  We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department\n  Intercity blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin\n  Skeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment\n  And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\n  It's all bleak to me\n  Tell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it's weak to me\n  On one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it\n  But you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it\n  Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand\n  Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm on demand\n  Want to see through the eyes of a monster? 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I hope not\nCause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\nStomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\nSo the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\nSo not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\nI love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\nStumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\nGun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\nYou'll never understand my palm sweat\nFollowed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\nGo on let shorty sin\nCause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\nthat's brave enough to tell you everything\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\n\nFuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\nI got skeletons in my closet\nThe living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\nWhen will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\nThe black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\nAnd Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\nYeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\nCover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\nI steadily dream about cleanin' these demons out\nIn order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\nAll of your secrets out loud\nIt started as a kid at my school desk\nAced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\nAin't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\nAnd living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\nSo I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\nThat's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\nAnd more came through Crooked I's youth\nI slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\nFor real, bro\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\n\nI thought I had it all locked away till forever\nBut no memories fade away, They seem to stay\nComfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\nThey say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n\nSee the problem is, I know it all\nOr maybe the problem is that I just show it all\nMaybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse\nMaybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\nThen again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\nWe could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department\nIntercity blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin\nSkeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment\nAnd they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\nIt's all bleak to me\nTell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it's weak to me\nOn one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it\nBut you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it\nModern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand\nMe against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm on demand\nWant to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint\nMy roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\nI doubt it\nI doubt it...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.16] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[00:06.77] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[00:12.47] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[00:17.64] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[00:21.47] I doubt it\n[00:28.07] I look over my shoulder not knowing where it's coming from\n[00:31.68] But knowing that its coming, I was bugging as a youngin'\n[00:34.44] Now im runnin from, somethin' that'll even out my dumb decisions\n[00:37.43] The night I shot and had him bleedin' out his lungs and spittin'\n[00:40.88] Do any sins go unforgiven? I hope not\n[00:43.26] Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\n[00:46.22] Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\n[00:49.17] So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\n[00:52.32] So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\n[00:54.86] I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\n[00:57.70] Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\n[01:00.67] Gun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\n[01:03.73] You'll never understand my palm sweat\n[01:05.76] Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\n[01:09.96] Go on let shorty sin\n[01:11.51] Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\n[01:13.40] that's brave enough to tell you everything\n[01:15.94] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[01:21.02] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[01:27.67] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[01:32.82] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[01:36.63] I doubt it\n[01:38.14] Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\n[01:41.43] I got skeletons in my closet\n[01:43.39] The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\n[01:46.99] When will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\n[01:50.09] The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\n[01:52.46] And Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\n[01:55.76] Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\n[01:58.53] Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\n[02:01.44] I steadily dream about cleanin' these demons out\n[02:03.84] In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\n[02:06.02] All of your secrets out loud\n[02:07.87] It started as a kid at my school desk\n[02:09.99] Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\n[02:13.00] Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\n[02:15.74] And living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\n[02:18.80] So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\n[02:21.67] That's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\n[02:25.26] And more came through Crooked I's youth\n[02:27.37] I slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\n[02:30.47] For real, bro\n[02:31.13] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[02:36.70] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[02:42.63] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[02:48.00] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[02:51.72] I doubt it\n[02:56.23] I thought I had it all locked away till forever\n[03:03.24] But no memories fade away, They seem to stay\n[03:07.04] Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\n[03:12.21] They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n[03:18.16] See the problem is, I know it all\n[03:20.18] Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all\n[03:22.36] Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse\n[03:25.09] Maybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\n[03:28.27] Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\n[03:31.05] We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department\n[03:34.08] Intercity blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin\n[03:36.94] Skeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment\n[03:39.82] And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\n[03:42.92] It's all bleak to me\n[03:44.18] Tell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it's weak to me\n[03:48.87] On one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it\n[03:51.24] But you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it\n[03:54.36] Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand\n[03:57.05] Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm on demand\n[03:59.74] Want to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint\n[04:02.70] My roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent\n[04:06.56] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[04:12.11] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[04:17.77] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[04:23.73] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[04:27.28] I doubt it\n[04:33.12] I doubt it\n[04:38.94] I doubt it...\n[04:42.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeletons feat. 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I hope not\n  Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\n  Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\n  So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\n  So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\n  I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\n  Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\n  Gun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\n  You'll never understand my palm sweat\n  Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\n  Go on let shorty sin\n  Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\n  that's brave enough to tell you everything\n\n  I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n  And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n  And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n  Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n  I doubt it\n\n  Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\n  I got skeletons in my closet\n  The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\n  When will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\n  The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\n  And Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\n  Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\n  Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\n  I steadily dream about cleanin' these demons out\n  In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\n  All of your secrets out loud\n  It started as a kid at my school desk\n  Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\n  Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\n  And living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\n  So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\n  That's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\n  And more came through Crooked I's youth\n  I slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\n  For real, bro\n\n  I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n  And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n  And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n  Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n  I doubt it\n\n  I thought I had it all locked away till forever\n  But no memories fade away, They seem to stay\n  Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\n  They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n\n  See the problem is, I know it all\n  Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all\n  Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse\n  Maybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\n  Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\n  We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department\n  Intercity blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin\n  Skeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment\n  And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\n  It's all bleak to me\n  Tell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it's weak to me\n  On one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it\n  But you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it\n  Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand\n  Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm on demand\n  Want to see through the eyes of a monster? 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I hope not\nCause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen\nStomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\nSo the well-screwed kid ended up with more than a couple missing\nSo not a chef but now the cocaine forever cooking\nI love kids but now I'm selling to a pregnant woman\nStumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand\nGun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan\nYou'll never understand my palm sweat\nFollowed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\nGo on let shorty sing\nCause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell, that's brave enough to tell you everything\n\nFuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\nI got skeletons in my closet\nThe living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\nWhen will the occupation stop and make it a vacant lot\nThe black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\nAnd hope them stowaways go away before the anchor drop\nYeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle-drinking nutcase\nCover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\nI steadily dream about cleaning these demons out\nIn order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\nAll of your secrets out loud\nIt started as a kid at my school desk\nAced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\nAin't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\nAnd living in an abandoned station wagon because you was piss poor\nSo I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\nThat's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\nAnd more came through Crooked I's youth\nI slowly started moving them out my closet into this mic booth\nFor real, bro\n\nI thought I had it all locked away till forever\nBut no memories fade away, They seem to stay\nComfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\nThey say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n\nSee the problem is, I know it all\nOr maybe the problem is that I just show it all\nMaybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse\nMaybe the Lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\nThen again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus on\nWe could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department\nInter city blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin\nSkeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment\nAnd they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\nIt's all bleak to me\nTell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me\nI love you but it's weak to me\nOn one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it\nBut you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it\nModern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand\nMe against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm undermanned\nWant to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint\nMy roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.49] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[00:06.08] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[00:10.13] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[00:17.76] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[00:21.50] I doubt it\n[00:23.17] I look over my shoulder not knowing where it's coming from\n[00:31.78] But knowing that its coming, I was bugging as a youngin'\n[00:34.62] Now I'm runnin from, something that'll even out my dumb decisions\n[00:37.67] The night I shot and had him bleeding out his lungs and spitting\n[00:40.50] Do any sins go unforgiven? I hope not\n[00:43.35] Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen\n[00:46.44] Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\n[00:49.25] So the well-screwed kid ended up with more than a couple missing\n[00:52.37] So not a chef but now the cocaine forever cooking\n[00:55.47] I love kids but now I'm selling to a pregnant woman\n[00:58.24] Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand\n[01:00.57] Gun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan\n[01:03.87] You'll never understand my palm sweat\n[01:05.88] Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\n[01:10.13] Go on let shorty sing\n[01:12.04] Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell, that's brave enough to tell you everything\n[01:14.79] Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\n[01:41.26] I got skeletons in my closet\n[01:43.52] The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\n[01:46.87] When will the occupation stop and make it a vacant lot\n[01:49.92] The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\n[01:53.36] And hope them stowaways go away before the anchor drop\n[01:55.80] Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle-drinking nutcase\n[01:58.77] Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\n[02:01.43] I steadily dream about cleaning these demons out\n[02:04.36] In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\n[02:06.36] All of your secrets out loud\n[02:07.71] It started as a kid at my school desk\n[02:09.89] Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\n[02:12.13] Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\n[02:16.12] And living in an abandoned station wagon because you was piss poor\n[02:18.77] So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\n[02:21.82] That's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\n[02:24.73] And more came through Crooked I's youth\n[02:27.54] I slowly started moving them out my closet into this mic booth\n[02:31.33] For real, bro\n[02:40.50] I thought I had it all locked away till forever\n[03:01.29] But no memories fade away, They seem to stay\n[03:07.59] Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\n[03:12.16] They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n[03:17.16] See the problem is, I know it all\n[03:20.43] Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all\n[03:22.54] Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse\n[03:25.54] Maybe the Lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\n[03:27.82] Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus on\n[03:31.17] We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department\n[03:33.78] Inter city blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin\n[03:37.10] Skeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment\n[03:40.04] And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\n[03:43.20] It's all bleak to me\n[03:45.17] Tell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me\n[03:47.06] I love you but it's weak to me\n[03:48.97] On one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it\n[03:51.17] But you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it\n[03:54.13] Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand\n[03:57.00] Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm undermanned\n[04:00.13] Want to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint\n[04:03.10] My roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent\n[04:06.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeletons (feat. 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I hope not\n  Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen\n  Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\n  So the well-screwed kid ended up with more than a couple missing\n  So not a chef but now the cocaine forever cooking\n  I love kids but now I'm selling to a pregnant woman\n  Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand\n  Gun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan\n  You'll never understand my palm sweat\n  Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\n  Go on let shorty sing\n  Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell, that's brave enough to tell you everything\n\n  Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\n  I got skeletons in my closet\n  The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\n  When will the occupation stop and make it a vacant lot\n  The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\n  And hope them stowaways go away before the anchor drop\n  Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle-drinking nutcase\n  Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\n  I steadily dream about cleaning these demons out\n  In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\n  All of your secrets out loud\n  It started as a kid at my school desk\n  Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\n  Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\n  And living in an abandoned station wagon because you was piss poor\n  So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\n  That's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\n  And more came through Crooked I's youth\n  I slowly started moving them out my closet into this mic booth\n  For real, bro\n\n  I thought I had it all locked away till forever\n  But no memories fade away, They seem to stay\n  Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\n  They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n\n  See the problem is, I know it all\n  Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all\n  Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse\n  Maybe the Lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\n  Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus on\n  We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department\n  Inter city blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin\n  Skeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment\n  And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\n  It's all bleak to me\n  Tell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me\n  I love you but it's weak to me\n  On one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it\n  But you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it\n  Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand\n  Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm undermanned\n  Want to see through the eyes of a monster? 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I hope not\nCause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\nStomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\nSo the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\nSo not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\nI love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\nStumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\nGun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\nYou'll never understand my palm sweat\nFollowed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\nGo on let shorty sin\nCause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\nThat's brave enough to tell you everything\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\n\nFuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\nI got skeletons in my closet\nThe living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\nWhen will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\nThe black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\nAnd Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\nYeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\nCover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\nI steadily dream about cleanin' these demons out\nIn order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\nAll of your secrets out loud\nIt started as a kid at my school desk\nAced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\nAin't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\nAnd living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\nSo I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\nThat's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\nAnd more came through Crooked I's youth\nI slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\nFor real, bro\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\n\nI thought I had it all locked away till forever\nBut no memories fade away, They seem to stay\nComfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\nThey say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n\nSee the problem is, I know it all\nOr maybe the problem is that I just show it all\nMaybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse\nMaybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\nThen again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\nWe could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department\nIntercity blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin\nSkeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment\nAnd they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\nIt's all bleak to me\nTell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it's weak to me\nOn one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it\nBut you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it\nModern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand\nMe against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm on demand\nWant to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint\nMy roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\nI doubt it\nI doubt it...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.68] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[00:05.65] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[00:09.27] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[00:16.94] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[00:21.41] I doubt it\n[00:24.66] I look over my shoulder not knowing where it's coming from\n[00:31.35] But knowing that its coming, I was bugging as a youngin'\n[00:34.18] Now im runnin from, somethin' that'll even out my dumb decisions\n[00:37.46] The night I shot and had him bleedin' out his lungs and spittin'\n[00:40.18] Do any sins go unforgiven? I hope not\n[00:42.78] Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\n[00:46.05] Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\n[00:48.73] So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\n[00:51.76] So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\n[00:54.47] I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\n[00:57.03] Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\n[01:00.70] Gun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\n[01:03.56] You'll never understand my palm sweat\n[01:05.65] Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\n[01:09.34] Go on let shorty sin\n[01:11.47] Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\n[01:13.15] That's brave enough to tell you everything\n[01:15.64] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[01:20.81] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[01:25.47] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[01:32.68] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[01:37.95] I doubt it\n[01:39.27] Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\n[01:41.45] I got skeletons in my closet\n[01:43.33] The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\n[01:46.83] When will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\n[01:49.86] The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\n[01:52.87] And Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\n[01:55.59] Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\n[01:58.34] Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\n[02:00.96] I steadily dream about cleanin’ these demons out\n[02:04.26] In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\n[02:06.74] All of your secrets out loud\n[02:08.24] It started as a kid at my school desk\n[02:10.12] Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\n[02:12.84] Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\n[02:15.96] And living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\n[02:18.45] So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\n[02:21.67] That’s when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\n[02:24.43] And more came through Crooked I’s youth\n[02:27.27] I slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\n[02:30.02] For real, bro\n[02:31.84] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[02:36.08] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[02:40.46] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.96] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[02:52.82] I doubt it\n[02:53.65] I thought I had it all locked away till forever\n[03:00.75] But no memories fade away, They seem to stay\n[03:06.76] Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\n[03:11.25] They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n[03:17.43] See the problem is, I know it all\n[03:20.04] Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all\n[03:22.23] Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there’s no remorse\n[03:25.55] Maybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\n[03:28.44] Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\n[03:31.46] We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that’s my department\n[03:34.14] Intercity blues cruise and I’m blasting that Marvin\n[03:36.94] Skeletons ain’t in my closet, that’s my apartment\n[03:39.84] And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\n[03:42.86] It's all bleak to me\n[03:44.54] Tell my Pop I ain’t bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it’s weak to me\n[03:48.35] On one hand life is short and there’s no excuse to do it\n[03:51.36] But you was missing half my life dog, I’m kind of used to it\n[03:54.28] Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don’t understand\n[03:57.24] Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I’m on demand\n[03:59.96] Want to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint\n[04:02.75] My roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent\n[04:05.67] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[04:11.87] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[04:15.78] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[04:23.34] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[04:27.22] I doubt it\n[04:31.65] I doubt it\n[04:38.59] I doubt it...\n[04:43.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeletons\n  artist: Joe Budden feat. 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I hope not\n  Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\n  Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\n  So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\n  So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\n  I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\n  Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\n  Gun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\n  You'll never understand my palm sweat\n  Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\n  Go on let shorty sin\n  Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\n  That's brave enough to tell you everything\n\n  I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n  And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n  And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n  Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n  I doubt it\n\n  Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\n  I got skeletons in my closet\n  The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\n  When will the occupation stop it? 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I hope not\nCause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\nStomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\nSo the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\nSo not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\nI love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\nStumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\nGun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\nYou'll never understand my palm sweat\nFollowed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\nGo on let shorty sin\nCause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\nThat's brave enough to tell you everything\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\n\nFuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\nI got skeletons in my closet\nThe living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\nWhen will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\nThe black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\nAnd Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\nYeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\nCover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\nI steadily dream about cleanin' these demons out\nIn order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\nAll of your secrets out loud\nIt started as a kid at my school desk\nAced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\nAin't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\nAnd living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\nSo I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\nThat's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\nAnd more came through Crooked I's youth\nI slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\nFor real, bro\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\n\nI thought I had it all locked away till forever\nBut no memories fade away, They seem to stay\nComfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\nThey say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n\nSee the problem is, I know it all\nOr maybe the problem is that I just show it all\nMaybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse\nMaybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\nThen again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\nWe could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department\nIntercity blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin\nSkeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment\nAnd they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\nIt's all bleak to me\nTell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it's weak to me\nOn one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it\nBut you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it\nModern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand\nMe against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm on demand\nWant to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint\nMy roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\nI doubt it\nI doubt it...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.68] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[00:05.65] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[00:09.27] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[00:16.94] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[00:21.41] I doubt it\n[00:24.66] I look over my shoulder not knowing where it's coming from\n[00:31.35] But knowing that its coming, I was bugging as a youngin'\n[00:34.18] Now im runnin from, somethin' that'll even out my dumb decisions\n[00:37.46] The night I shot and had him bleedin' out his lungs and spittin'\n[00:40.18] Do any sins go unforgiven? I hope not\n[00:42.78] Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\n[00:46.05] Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\n[00:48.73] So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\n[00:51.76] So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\n[00:54.47] I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\n[00:57.03] Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\n[01:00.70] Gun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\n[01:03.56] You'll never understand my palm sweat\n[01:05.65] Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\n[01:09.34] Go on let shorty sin\n[01:11.47] Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\n[01:13.15] That's brave enough to tell you everything\n[01:15.64] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[01:20.81] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[01:25.47] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[01:32.68] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[01:37.95] I doubt it\n[01:39.27] Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\n[01:41.45] I got skeletons in my closet\n[01:43.33] The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\n[01:46.83] When will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\n[01:49.86] The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\n[01:52.87] And Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\n[01:55.59] Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\n[01:58.34] Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\n[02:00.96] I steadily dream about cleanin’ these demons out\n[02:04.26] In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\n[02:06.74] All of your secrets out loud\n[02:08.24] It started as a kid at my school desk\n[02:10.12] Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\n[02:12.84] Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\n[02:15.96] And living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\n[02:18.45] So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\n[02:21.67] That’s when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\n[02:24.43] And more came through Crooked I’s youth\n[02:27.27] I slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\n[02:30.02] For real, bro\n[02:31.84] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[02:36.08] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[02:40.46] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.96] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[02:52.82] I doubt it\n[02:53.65] I thought I had it all locked away till forever\n[03:00.75] But no memories fade away, They seem to stay\n[03:06.76] Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\n[03:11.25] They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n[03:17.43] See the problem is, I know it all\n[03:20.04] Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all\n[03:22.23] Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there’s no remorse\n[03:25.55] Maybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\n[03:28.44] Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\n[03:31.46] We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that’s my department\n[03:34.14] Intercity blues cruise and I’m blasting that Marvin\n[03:36.94] Skeletons ain’t in my closet, that’s my apartment\n[03:39.84] And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\n[03:42.86] It's all bleak to me\n[03:44.54] Tell my Pop I ain’t bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it’s weak to me\n[03:48.35] On one hand life is short and there’s no excuse to do it\n[03:51.36] But you was missing half my life dog, I’m kind of used to it\n[03:54.28] Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don’t understand\n[03:57.24] Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I’m on demand\n[03:59.96] Want to see through the eyes of a monster? 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I hope not\n  Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\n  Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\n  So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\n  So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\n  I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\n  Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\n  Gun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\n  You'll never understand my palm sweat\n  Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\n  Go on let shorty sin\n  Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\n  That's brave enough to tell you everything\n\n  I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n  And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n  And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n  Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n  I doubt it\n\n  Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\n  I got skeletons in my closet\n  The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\n  When will the occupation stop it? 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I hope not\nCause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\nStomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\nSo the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\nSo not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\nI love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\nStumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\nGun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\nYou'll never understand my palm sweat\nFollowed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\nGo on let shorty sin\nCause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\nthat's brave enough to tell you everything\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\n\nFuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\nI got skeletons in my closet\nThe living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\nWhen will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\nThe black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\nAnd Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\nYeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\nCover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\nI steadily dream about cleanin' these demons out\nIn order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\nAll of your secrets out loud\nIt started as a kid at my school desk\nAced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\nAin't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\nAnd living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\nSo I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\nThat's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\nAnd more came through Crooked I's youth\nI slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\nFor real, bro\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\n\nI thought I had it all locked away till forever\nBut no memories fade away, They seem to stay\nComfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\nThey say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n\nSee the problem is, I know it all\nOr maybe the problem is that I just show it all\nMaybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse\nMaybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\nThen again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\nWe could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department\nIntercity blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin\nSkeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment\nAnd they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\nIt's all bleak to me\nTell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it's weak to me\nOn one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it\nBut you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it\nModern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand\nMe against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm on demand\nWant to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint\nMy roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent\n\nI got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\nAnd I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\nWishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\nI doubt it\nI doubt it\nI doubt it...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.12] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[00:06.76] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[00:12.44] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[00:17.65] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[00:21.45] I doubt it\n[00:28.05] I look over my shoulder not knowing where it's coming from\n[00:31.64] But knowing that its coming, I was bugging as a youngin'\n[00:34.49] Now im runnin from, somethin' that'll even out my dumb decisions\n[00:37.47] The night I shot and had him bleedin' out his lungs and spittin'\n[00:40.87] Do any sins go unforgiven? I hope not\n[00:43.24] Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\n[00:46.25] Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\n[00:49.15] So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\n[00:52.34] So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\n[00:54.84] I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\n[00:57.74] Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\n[01:00.64] Gun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\n[01:03.75] You'll never understand my palm sweat\n[01:05.74] Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\n[01:09.93] Go on let shorty sin\n[01:11.53] Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\n[01:13.37] that's brave enough to tell you everything\n[01:15.96] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[01:21.00] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[01:27.67] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[01:32.85] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[01:36.62] I doubt it\n[01:38.15] Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\n[01:41.46] I got skeletons in my closet\n[01:43.33] The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\n[01:46.93] When will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\n[01:50.06] The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\n[01:52.42] And Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\n[01:55.74] Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\n[01:58.52] Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\n[02:01.44] I steadily dream about cleanin’ these demons out\n[02:03.87] In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\n[02:06.06] All of your secrets out loud\n[02:07.87] It started as a kid at my school desk\n[02:09.95] Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\n[02:13.06] Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\n[02:15.76] And living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\n[02:18.85] So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\n[02:21.62] That’s when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\n[02:25.27] And more came through Crooked I’s youth\n[02:27.34] I slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\n[02:30.48] For real, bro\n[02:31.15] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[02:36.78] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[02:42.64] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[02:48.04] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[02:51.74] I doubt it\n[02:56.26] I thought I had it all locked away till forever\n[03:03.25] But no memories fade away, They seem to stay\n[03:07.02] Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\n[03:12.27] They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n[03:18.18] See the problem is, I know it all\n[03:20.17] Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all\n[03:22.37] Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there’s no remorse\n[03:25.04] Maybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\n[03:28.23] Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\n[03:31.03] We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that’s my department\n[03:34.01] Intercity blues cruise and I’m blasting that Marvin\n[03:36.96] Skeletons ain’t in my closet, that’s my apartment\n[03:39.82] And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\n[03:42.94] It's all bleak to me\n[03:44.15] Tell my Pop I ain’t bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it’s weak to me\n[03:48.85] On one hand life is short and there’s no excuse to do it\n[03:51.26] But you was missing half my life dog, I’m kind of used to it\n[03:54.31] Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don’t understand\n[03:57.05] Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I’m on demand\n[03:59.71] Want to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint\n[04:02.78] My roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent\n[04:06.54] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n[04:12.12] And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n[04:17.73] And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n[04:23.74] Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n[04:27.24] I doubt it\n[04:33.18] I doubt it\n[04:38.92] I doubt it...\n[04:42.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skeletons\n  artist: Joe Budden feat. 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I hope not\n  Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,\n  Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting\n  So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'\n  So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'\n  I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman\n  Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,\n  Gun on my waist and, \"I don't give a fuck\" is my plan.\n  You'll never understand my palm sweat\n  Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet\n  Go on let shorty sin\n  Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,\n  that's brave enough to tell you everything\n\n  I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n  And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n  And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n  Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n  I doubt it\n\n  Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock\n  I got skeletons in my closet\n  The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock\n  When will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot\n  The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot\n  And Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop\n  Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase\n  Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face\n  I steadily dream about cleanin' these demons out\n  In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout\n  All of your secrets out loud\n  It started as a kid at my school desk\n  Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test\n  Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store\n  And living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor\n  So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore\n  That's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor\n  And more came through Crooked I's youth\n  I slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth\n  For real, bro\n\n  I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)\n  And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet\n  And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)\n  Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it\n  I doubt it\n\n  I thought I had it all locked away till forever\n  But no memories fade away, They seem to stay\n  Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams\n  They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?\n\n  See the problem is, I know it all\n  Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all\n  Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse\n  Maybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals\n  Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all\n  We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department\n  Intercity blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin\n  Skeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment\n  And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments\n  It's all bleak to me\n  Tell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it's weak to me\n  On one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it\n  But you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it\n  Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand\n  Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm on demand\n  Want to see through the eyes of a monster? 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