[{"id":31299239,"name":"Out There (feat. JL B. Hood, Ces Cru & Tech N9ne)","trackName":"Out There (feat. JL B. Hood, Ces Cru & Tech N9ne)","artistName":"Joey Cool & Burna Music","albumName":"Swank Sinatra","duration":459.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Anybody in the place? (Place)\nI really need to ventilate (yah)\nCan anybody hear me now? (Now)\nI feel like I'm in outer space (yah, yah)\nI feel like I've been over-thinkin' (oh)\nFeel like I been over-drinkin' (yeah)\nMan, I'm over bein' single\nMan, I'm over minglin'\n\nDon't nobody care about love (no)\nSick and tired of bein' in a club (yeah), everybody tryin' to run\nTryin' to be the man, tryin' to run shit\nBut most of y'all just end up on some dumb shit\n\nBump this loud when we wanna prove somethin'\nCoolie out there kickin' it at every single function\nGang, Bangarang, lil' nigga got gumption\nCigarette smokin', heavy alcohol consumption\nBring it to me then if a nigga want somethin'\nGive me 'bout a year, and I won't owe nobody nothin'\nMatter o' fact, I'll get it, finna speak, end of discussion (brrah)\n\nCoolie in the building\nDouble, triple homicide shit when I killed them\nGod-given talent, so it's God that has willed them\nLet a nigga live, I don't care if he don't feel them\nBut you gon' give me my respect here (respect here)\nEverybody pointin' to who next here (who next here)\nI don't wanna talk about it next year\nY'all gon' wanna place a fucking bet here (yeah!)\n\nI've been gettin' super high\nMedication utilize\nTryna shuffle through the lies\nNothing had me too surprised\nTryin' to connect the dots\nRollin', smokin', taking shots\nI can not control my thoughts\nPrayin', hope it stops\n\nDo these people love you like they say they do?\nAny sign of weakness and they label you\nBut now I feel unbreakable\nHate I gravitate to what's available\nYou stay or learn my way, it's situational, bitch!\n\nBut why the fuck you think I'm 'bout to play with you\nUnstable, the wait has made me pain, and made me relate-able\nThe break-up was in the way of wakin' up, I wasn't able to\nCould've been fatal, too emotional, one mistake or two\nCould've made me blow and go touch a hoe like a plate of food\nI'm no longer telling my homies \"Hold up and wait a few\"\nMomma grew hostile, tossin' rosé over a plate of food\n\nAnd we all eatin'\nHave a ball with y'all, crampin'\", my jaw cheesin'\nThrew us over, we all bustin', we all squeezin'\nI'm on a no off button, no off season\nBalls deep, my lost sleep was lost even\nLift off, lift y'all drink, it all syncin'\nIt's legit, everybody know that we can spit\nI just hope somebody give a shit, nigga!\n\nTell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there, yeah)\nTell me, is there anybody feeling me?\nI don't know what's real (yeah)\nDammit, everybody, so ill (yeah)\nThey don't want me climbing to the top\nThey don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\nBut I gotta problem sittin' still\nAin't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill, nigga (yeah)\n\nTell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there, yeah)\nTell me, is there anybody feeling me? (Yeah, yeah)\nI don't know what's real\nDammit, everybody, so ill (ill)\nThey don't want me climbing to the top\nThey don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\nBut I gotta problem sittin' still\nAin't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill\nIs there anybody out there?\n\nWhen the fuck will all these rappers learn?\nFamily first, is that absurd?\nNothing sacred had you heard\nMotherfucker, say the magic word\n\nI can't entertain it\nLookin' for love, and now you lookin' for someone famous\nI been to where you couldn't care what my fucking name is\nSwitch it and bait it, boy, I bet these bitches would take it\nTellin' your friends, and now your friends are saying we're dated\nLucky for them, I'm never saying nothing, I'm faded\nPut it in public, let me put you up on the latest\n\nI know a lot of ladies, and they be swallowing babies\nThey let you test drive the labia like Mercedes'\nGoing down like a two dollar whore for a dolla-80\nCalling me crazy names and unfollow my page, we live in a hater age\nWhere everybody lie, bitches be playing games, pickin' over your posts\nBitches on layaway\nBe careful where you sticking your dick on the day-to-day\n'Cause y'all don't ever know what they mix in the mayonnaise\n\nThat's why we pray\nElephant in the room, anything but the AIDS\nThey sell it in the streets\nIt's elementary to me, the element of surprise have you celebate as a priest\nAh! Take 'em to church, see me preaching the word\nAll these hoes are offended, and I ain't even concerned\nThey lied to me and I learned\nBreathe the air in and clear it\nA tree falls in the forest with nobody there to hear it\nWhy would I ever fear it? Ah (so serious)\n\nEverybody gather 'round\nFather-fuck the underground\nUsing every verb and noun\nDid I need'a write this down?\n\nI don't give a runny fuck, I live it up until I'm dead\nDyin' in my sleep, so my coffin' doubles as a bed\nWhy they competin'? See we eatin' yeah, we gettin' fed\nGoing heavy metal with the chair and level in the red\nSwear to God, I thought all of you's an onomatopoeia\nLife is a bitch, and the word is she got gonorrhea\nI don't need an enemy, pretendin' to be into me\nGot everybody huddled 'round the table like it's D and D\n\nU-B-I the penance-y, we don't see the E-N-T\nComing short of what mom and pop had wanted me to be, dee, dee, dee, dee\nDidn't wanna try to rhyme with me to beat\nFuck it, I'ma kill 'em, dedicating this to Sean P\nYou're gonna need an army, tryna battle scar me\nWe've been playing father-fuckers ever since Atari\nHow the hell you plan on revvin' up without a car key?\nIf that's the situation, you ain't ever gonna starve me\n\nNow hardy, you Barbie, who are we's irrelevant\nCouldn't overstay 'em with the zombie's intelligence\nHard as the metal gets, scarred for the hell of it\nI'll admit I hit skins just for the smell I get\nI'm feeling cozy with my back to the wall\nWould it be nothing but luck if I happen to ball\nNo way to even Q&A, what happened to y'all?\nI'm the same dude, but I practice natural law\nEat a dick, motherfucker\n\nTell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there, yeah)\nTell me, is there anybody feeling me?\nI don't know what's real (yeah)\nDammit, everybody, so ill (yeah)\nThey don't want me climbing to the top\nThey don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\nBut I gotta problem sittin' still\nAin't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill, nigga (yeah)\n\nTell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there)\nTell me, is there anybody feeling me? (Yeah, yeah)\nI don't know what's real\nDammit, everybody, so ill (ill)\nThey don't want me climbing to the top\nThey don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\nBut I gotta problem sittin' still\nAin't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill\nIs there anybody out there?\n\nEverything is working fine\nOnly when on music time\nDid I do too many crimes\nWhen I was a younger N9ne?\nNever is enough for niggas\nEspecially when you are the giver staring at my trigger\n\nThinkin' something menacing, get away from this crazy life and the sin it brings\nHeart is heavy, hell is having it hemorrhaging\nThis type of feeling lately had been a thing, end the King\nFamily don't want me, they just want me to not have anything\n\nTake all of my money\nTake my livelihood from me\nLettin' other people run me\nNow I'm the motherfucking dummy\nYears of money depleted\nGuess I'm just supposed to eat it\nIRS already took it, so why would y'all go repeat it\n\nBut I'm the one getting hate mail on 'em, I get so many brah\nWhen I'm givin' everything, and they never spend a penny fo'\nNothin' my son is sad his mother got schizophrenia\nJust like my momma, all this drama with a pistol, give me a\nBreak, motherfucker!\nI ache, motherfucker!\n'Cause ain't too many fucking with Aaron Yates, motherfucker\nAwakin' November 8th to some hate for the brother\nHere to make sure that everybody ate, motherfucker\n\nDying a lonely geezer\nMay I please leave, make my seized money retrievers\nAngel, but treated like Ebenezer\nMama's sickness, it freed her\nNow my younger daughter is having seizures\nIs anybody out there?","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.81] Anybody in the place? (Place)\n[00:24.14] I really need to ventilate (yah)\n[00:28.56] Can anybody hear me now? (Now)\n[00:32.92] I feel like I'm in outer space (yah, yah)\n[00:37.22] I feel like I've been over-thinkin' (oh)\n[00:39.83] Feel like I been over-drinkin' (yeah)\n[00:41.81] Man, I'm over bein' single\n[00:43.97] Man, I'm over minglin'\n[00:45.72] Don't nobody care about love (no)\n[00:47.33] Sick and tired of bein' in a club (yeah), everybody tryin' to run\n[00:49.93] Tryin' to be the man, tryin' to run shit\n[00:51.68] But most of y'all just end up on some dumb shit\n[00:54.85] Bump this loud when we wanna prove somethin'\n[00:57.29] Coolie out there kickin' it at every single function\n[00:59.34] Gang, Bangarang, lil' nigga got gumption\n[01:01.79] Cigarette smokin', heavy alcohol consumption\n[01:04.07] Bring it to me then if a nigga want somethin'\n[01:06.08] Give me 'bout a year, and I won't owe nobody nothin'\n[01:08.48] Matter o' fact, I'll get it, finna speak, end of discussion (brrah)\n[01:11.70] Coolie in the building\n[01:12.63] Double, triple homicide shit when I killed them\n[01:14.97] God-given talent, so it's God that has willed them\n[01:17.27] Let a nigga live, I don't care if he don't feel them\n[01:19.87] But you gon' give me my respect here (respect here)\n[01:22.51] Everybody pointin' to who next here (who next here)\n[01:24.04] I don't wanna talk about it next year\n[01:26.22] Y'all gon' wanna place a fucking bet here (yeah!)\n[01:30.47] I've been gettin' super high\n[01:34.41] Medication utilize\n[01:38.85] Tryna shuffle through the lies\n[01:43.48] Nothing had me too surprised\n[01:47.83] Tryin' to connect the dots\n[01:50.19] Rollin', smokin', taking shots\n[01:52.15] I can not control my thoughts\n[01:54.46] Prayin', hope it stops\n[01:56.21] Do these people love you like they say they do?\n[01:57.98] Any sign of weakness and they label you\n[01:59.37] But now I feel unbreakable\n[02:00.69] Hate I gravitate to what's available\n[02:02.02] You stay or learn my way, it's situational, bitch!\n[02:05.40] But why the fuck you think I'm 'bout to play with you\n[02:07.12] Unstable, the wait has made me pain, and made me relate-able\n[02:09.39] The break-up was in the way of wakin' up, I wasn't able to\n[02:11.56] Could've been fatal, too emotional, one mistake or two\n[02:13.62] Could've made me blow and go touch a hoe like a plate of food\n[02:15.94] I'm no longer telling my homies \"Hold up and wait a few\"\n[02:18.35] Momma grew hostile, tossin' rosé over a plate of food\n[02:21.80] And we all eatin'\n[02:22.81] Have a ball with y'all, crampin'\", my jaw cheesin'\n[02:25.34] Threw us over, we all bustin', we all squeezin'\n[02:27.10] I'm on a no off button, no off season\n[02:29.54] Balls deep, my lost sleep was lost even\n[02:31.62] Lift off, lift y'all drink, it all syncin'\n[02:33.77] It's legit, everybody know that we can spit\n[02:36.31] I just hope somebody give a shit, nigga!\n[02:40.64] Tell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there, yeah)\n[02:45.12] Tell me, is there anybody feeling me?\n[02:47.03] I don't know what's real (yeah)\n[02:47.81] Dammit, everybody, so ill (yeah)\n[02:49.34] They don't want me climbing to the top\n[02:50.88] They don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\n[02:52.00] But I gotta problem sittin' still\n[02:53.88] Ain't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill, nigga (yeah)\n[02:58.28] Tell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there, yeah)\n[03:02.85] Tell me, is there anybody feeling me? (Yeah, yeah)\n[03:04.54] I don't know what's real\n[03:05.39] Dammit, everybody, so ill (ill)\n[03:07.14] They don't want me climbing to the top\n[03:08.31] They don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\n[03:10.19] But I gotta problem sittin' still\n[03:11.55] Ain't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill\n[03:13.02] Is there anybody out there?\n[03:15.72] When the fuck will all these rappers learn?\n[03:20.34] Family first, is that absurd?\n[03:24.78] Nothing sacred had you heard\n[03:28.94] Motherfucker, say the magic word\n[03:33.68] I can't entertain it\n[03:35.34] Lookin' for love, and now you lookin' for someone famous\n[03:37.14] I been to where you couldn't care what my fucking name is\n[03:39.49] Switch it and bait it, boy, I bet these bitches would take it\n[03:41.79] Tellin' your friends, and now your friends are saying we're dated\n[03:44.05] Lucky for them, I'm never saying nothing, I'm faded\n[03:46.14] Put it in public, let me put you up on the latest\n[03:48.31] I know a lot of ladies, and they be swallowing babies\n[03:50.33] They let you test drive the labia like Mercedes'\n[03:52.66] Going down like a two dollar whore for a dolla-80\n[03:54.85] Calling me crazy names and unfollow my page, we live in a hater age\n[03:57.85] Where everybody lie, bitches be playing games, pickin' over your posts\n[04:01.50] Bitches on layaway\n[04:02.86] Be careful where you sticking your dick on the day-to-day\n[04:05.00] 'Cause y'all don't ever know what they mix in the mayonnaise\n[04:07.19] That's why we pray\n[04:08.16] Elephant in the room, anything but the AIDS\n[04:10.48] They sell it in the streets\n[04:11.47] It's elementary to me, the element of surprise have you celebate as a priest\n[04:14.62] Ah! Take 'em to church, see me preaching the word\n[04:17.12] All these hoes are offended, and I ain't even concerned\n[04:19.27] They lied to me and I learned\n[04:20.36] Breathe the air in and clear it\n[04:21.54] A tree falls in the forest with nobody there to hear it\n[04:23.57] Why would I ever fear it? Ah (so serious)\n[04:26.41] Everybody gather 'round\n[04:30.86] Father-fuck the underground\n[04:35.28] Using every verb and noun\n[04:39.66] Did I need'a write this down?\n[04:41.86] I don't give a runny fuck, I live it up until I'm dead\n[04:43.93] Dyin' in my sleep, so my coffin' doubles as a bed\n[04:46.05] Why they competin'? See we eatin' yeah, we gettin' fed\n[04:48.60] Going heavy metal with the chair and level in the red\n[04:50.78] Swear to God, I thought all of you's an onomatopoeia\n[04:53.04] Life is a bitch, and the word is she got gonorrhea\n[04:54.99] I don't need an enemy, pretendin' to be into me\n[04:57.13] Got everybody huddled 'round the table like it's D and D\n[04:59.68] U-B-I the penance-y, we don't see the E-N-T\n[05:01.81] Coming short of what mom and pop had wanted me to be, dee, dee, dee, dee\n[05:04.37] Didn't wanna try to rhyme with me to beat\n[05:06.15] Fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, dedicating this to Sean P\n[05:08.17] You're gonna need an army, tryna battle scar me\n[05:10.52] We've been playing father-fuckers ever since Atari\n[05:12.55] How the hell you plan on revvin' up without a car key?\n[05:14.53] If that's the situation, you ain't ever gonna starve me\n[05:16.92] Now hardy, you Barbie, who are we's irrelevant\n[05:19.34] Couldn't overstay 'em with the zombie's intelligence\n[05:21.40] Hard as the metal gets, scarred for the hell of it\n[05:23.70] I'll admit I hit skins just for the smell I get\n[05:25.92] I'm feeling cozy with my back to the wall\n[05:27.92] Would it be nothing but luck if I happen to ball\n[05:30.03] No way to even Q&A, what happened to y'all?\n[05:32.49] I'm the same dude, but I practice natural law\n[05:34.58] Eat a dick, motherfucker\n[05:36.87] Tell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there, yeah)\n[05:41.35] Tell me, is there anybody feeling me?\n[05:43.00] I don't know what's real (yeah)\n[05:44.23] Dammit, everybody, so ill (yeah)\n[05:45.44] They don't want me climbing to the top\n[05:46.96] They don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\n[05:48.50] But I gotta problem sittin' still\n[05:50.09] Ain't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill, nigga (yeah)\n[05:54.40] Tell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there)\n[05:58.69] Tell me, is there anybody feeling me? (Yeah, yeah)\n[06:00.46] I don't know what's real\n[06:01.34] Dammit, everybody, so ill (ill)\n[06:03.19] They don't want me climbing to the top\n[06:05.09] They don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\n[06:06.13] But I gotta problem sittin' still\n[06:07.60] Ain't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill\n[06:09.16] Is there anybody out there?\n[06:12.09] Everything is working fine\n[06:16.67] Only when on music time\n[06:21.19] Did I do too many crimes\n[06:25.14] When I was a younger N9ne?\n[06:29.90] Never is enough for niggas\n[06:31.91] Especially when you are the giver staring at my trigger\n[06:35.99] Thinkin' something menacing, get away from this crazy life and the sin it brings\n[06:38.51] Heart is heavy, hell is having it hemorrhaging\n[06:40.33] This type of feeling lately had been a thing, end the King\n[06:42.40] Family don't want me, they just want me to not have anything\n[06:44.63] Take all of my money\n[06:45.65] Take my livelihood from me\n[06:46.70] Lettin' other people run me\n[06:47.62] Now I'm the motherfucking dummy\n[06:48.92] Years of money depleted\n[06:49.96] Guess I'm just supposed to eat it\n[06:51.02] IRS already took it, so why would y'all go repeat it\n[06:53.36] But I'm the one getting hate mail on 'em, I get so many brah\n[06:55.50] When I'm givin' everything, and they never spend a penny fo'\n[06:57.79] Nothin' my son is sad his mother got schizophrenia\n[06:59.75] Just like my momma, all this drama with a pistol, give me a\n[07:02.38] Break, motherfucker!\n[07:03.89] I ache, motherfucker!\n[07:04.65] 'Cause ain't too many fucking with Aaron Yates, motherfucker\n[07:06.84] Awakin' November 8th to some hate for the brother\n[07:09.14] Here to make sure that everybody ate, motherfucker\n[07:11.84] Dying a lonely geezer\n[07:12.84] May I please leave, make my seized money retrievers\n[07:15.58] Angel, but treated like Ebenezer\n[07:16.64] Mama's sickness, it freed her\n[07:17.91] Now my younger daughter is having seizures\n[07:19.77] Is anybody out there?\n[07:24.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Out There (feat. 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(Now)\n  start_ms: 28560\n  end_ms: 32920\n- text: I feel like I'm in outer space (yah, yah)\n  start_ms: 32920\n  end_ms: 37220\n- text: I feel like I've been over-thinkin' (oh)\n  start_ms: 37220\n  end_ms: 39830\n- text: Feel like I been over-drinkin' (yeah)\n  start_ms: 39830\n  end_ms: 41810\n- text: Man, I'm over bein' single\n  start_ms: 41810\n  end_ms: 43970\n- text: Man, I'm over minglin'\n  start_ms: 43970\n  end_ms: 45720\n- text: Don't nobody care about love (no)\n  start_ms: 45720\n  end_ms: 47330\n- text: Sick and tired of bein' in a club (yeah), everybody tryin' to run\n  start_ms: 47330\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: Tryin' to be the man, tryin' to run shit\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 51680\n- text: But most of y'all just end up on some dumb shit\n  start_ms: 51680\n  end_ms: 54850\n- text: Bump this loud when we wanna prove somethin'\n  start_ms: 54850\n  end_ms: 57290\n- text: Coolie out there kickin' it at every single function\n  start_ms: 57290\n  end_ms: 59340\n- text: Gang, Bangarang, lil' nigga got gumption\n  start_ms: 59340\n  end_ms: 61790\n- text: Cigarette smokin', heavy alcohol consumption\n  start_ms: 61790\n  end_ms: 64070\n- text: Bring it to me then if a nigga want somethin'\n  start_ms: 64070\n  end_ms: 66080\n- text: Give me 'bout a year, and I won't owe nobody nothin'\n  start_ms: 66080\n  end_ms: 68480\n- text: Matter o' fact, I'll get it, finna speak, end of discussion (brrah)\n  start_ms: 68480\n  end_ms: 71700\n- text: Coolie in the building\n  start_ms: 71700\n  end_ms: 72630\n- text: Double, triple homicide shit when I killed them\n  start_ms: 72630\n  end_ms: 74970\n- text: God-given talent, so it's God that has willed them\n  start_ms: 74970\n  end_ms: 77270\n- text: Let a nigga live, I don't care if he don't feel them\n  start_ms: 77270\n  end_ms: 79870\n- text: But you gon' give me my respect here (respect here)\n  start_ms: 79870\n  end_ms: 82510\n- text: Everybody pointin' to who next here (who next here)\n  start_ms: 82510\n  end_ms: 84040\n- text: I don't wanna talk about it next year\n  start_ms: 84040\n  end_ms: 86220\n- text: Y'all gon' wanna place a fucking bet here (yeah!)\n  start_ms: 86220\n  end_ms: 90470\n- text: I've been gettin' super high\n  start_ms: 90470\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Medication utilize\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: Tryna shuffle through the lies\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 103480\n- text: Nothing had me too surprised\n  start_ms: 103480\n  end_ms: 107830\n- text: Tryin' to connect the dots\n  start_ms: 107830\n  end_ms: 110190\n- text: Rollin', smokin', taking shots\n  start_ms: 110190\n  end_ms: 112150\n- text: I can not control my thoughts\n  start_ms: 112150\n  end_ms: 114460\n- text: Prayin', hope it stops\n  start_ms: 114460\n  end_ms: 116210\n- text: Do these people love you like they say they do?\n  start_ms: 116210\n  end_ms: 117980\n- text: Any sign of weakness and they label you\n  start_ms: 117980\n  end_ms: 119370\n- text: But now I feel unbreakable\n  start_ms: 119370\n  end_ms: 120690\n- text: Hate I gravitate to what's available\n  start_ms: 120690\n  end_ms: 122020\n- text: You stay or learn my way, it's situational, bitch!\n  start_ms: 122020\n  end_ms: 125400\n- text: But why the fuck you think I'm 'bout to play with you\n  start_ms: 125400\n  end_ms: 127120\n- text: Unstable, the wait has made me pain, and made me relate-able\n  start_ms: 127120\n  end_ms: 129390\n- text: The break-up was in the way of wakin' up, I wasn't able to\n  start_ms: 129390\n  end_ms: 131560\n- text: Could've been fatal, too emotional, one mistake or two\n  start_ms: 131560\n  end_ms: 133620\n- text: Could've made me blow and go touch a hoe like a plate of food\n  start_ms: 133620\n  end_ms: 135940\n- text: I'm no longer telling my homies \"Hold up and wait a few\"\n  start_ms: 135940\n  end_ms: 138350\n- text: Momma grew hostile, tossin' rosé over a plate of food\n  start_ms: 138350\n  end_ms: 141800\n- text: And we all eatin'\n  start_ms: 141800\n  end_ms: 142810\n- text: Have a ball with y'all, crampin'\", my jaw cheesin'\n  start_ms: 142810\n  end_ms: 145340\n- text: Threw us over, we all bustin', we all squeezin'\n  start_ms: 145340\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: I'm on a no off button, no off season\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 149540\n- text: Balls deep, my lost sleep was lost even\n  start_ms: 149540\n  end_ms: 151620\n- text: Lift off, lift y'all drink, it all syncin'\n  start_ms: 151620\n  end_ms: 153770\n- text: It's legit, everybody know that we can spit\n  start_ms: 153770\n  end_ms: 156310\n- text: I just hope somebody give a shit, nigga!\n  start_ms: 156310\n  end_ms: 160640\n- text: Tell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there, yeah)\n  start_ms: 160640\n  end_ms: 165120\n- text: Tell me, is there anybody feeling me?\n  start_ms: 165120\n  end_ms: 167030\n- text: I don't know what's real (yeah)\n  start_ms: 167030\n  end_ms: 167810\n- text: Dammit, everybody, so ill (yeah)\n  start_ms: 167810\n  end_ms: 169340\n- text: They don't want me climbing to the top\n  start_ms: 169340\n  end_ms: 170880\n- text: They don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 170880\n  end_ms: 172000\n- text: But I gotta problem sittin' still\n  start_ms: 172000\n  end_ms: 173880\n- text: Ain't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill, nigga (yeah)\n  start_ms: 173880\n  end_ms: 178280\n- text: Tell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there, yeah)\n  start_ms: 178280\n  end_ms: 182850\n- text: Tell me, is there anybody feeling me? (Yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 182850\n  end_ms: 184540\n- text: I don't know what's real\n  start_ms: 184540\n  end_ms: 185390\n- text: Dammit, everybody, so ill (ill)\n  start_ms: 185390\n  end_ms: 187140\n- text: They don't want me climbing to the top\n  start_ms: 187140\n  end_ms: 188310\n- text: They don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 188310\n  end_ms: 190190\n- text: But I gotta problem sittin' still\n  start_ms: 190190\n  end_ms: 191550\n- text: Ain't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill\n  start_ms: 191550\n  end_ms: 193020\n- text: Is there anybody out there?\n  start_ms: 193020\n  end_ms: 195720\n- text: When the fuck will all these rappers learn?\n  start_ms: 195720\n  end_ms: 200340\n- text: Family first, is that absurd?\n  start_ms: 200340\n  end_ms: 204780\n- text: Nothing sacred had you heard\n  start_ms: 204780\n  end_ms: 208940\n- text: Motherfucker, say the magic word\n  start_ms: 208940\n  end_ms: 213680\n- text: I can't entertain it\n  start_ms: 213680\n  end_ms: 215340\n- text: Lookin' for love, and now you lookin' for someone famous\n  start_ms: 215340\n  end_ms: 217140\n- text: I been to where you couldn't care what my fucking name is\n  start_ms: 217140\n  end_ms: 219490\n- text: Switch it and bait it, boy, I bet these bitches would take it\n  start_ms: 219490\n  end_ms: 221790\n- text: Tellin' your friends, and now your friends are saying we're dated\n  start_ms: 221790\n  end_ms: 224050\n- text: Lucky for them, I'm never saying nothing, I'm faded\n  start_ms: 224050\n  end_ms: 226140\n- text: Put it in public, let me put you up on the latest\n  start_ms: 226140\n  end_ms: 228310\n- text: I know a lot of ladies, and they be swallowing babies\n  start_ms: 228310\n  end_ms: 230330\n- text: They let you test drive the labia like Mercedes'\n  start_ms: 230330\n  end_ms: 232660\n- text: Going down like a two dollar whore for a dolla-80\n  start_ms: 232660\n  end_ms: 234850\n- text: Calling me crazy names and unfollow my page, we live in a hater age\n  start_ms: 234850\n  end_ms: 237850\n- text: Where everybody lie, bitches be playing games, pickin' over your posts\n  start_ms: 237850\n  end_ms: 241500\n- text: Bitches on layaway\n  start_ms: 241500\n  end_ms: 242860\n- text: Be careful where you sticking your dick on the day-to-day\n  start_ms: 242860\n  end_ms: 245000\n- text: '''Cause y''all don''t ever know what they mix in the mayonnaise'\n  start_ms: 245000\n  end_ms: 247190\n- text: That's why we pray\n  start_ms: 247190\n  end_ms: 248160\n- text: Elephant in the room, anything but the AIDS\n  start_ms: 248160\n  end_ms: 250480\n- text: They sell it in the streets\n  start_ms: 250480\n  end_ms: 251470\n- text: It's elementary to me, the element of surprise have you celebate as a priest\n  start_ms: 251470\n  end_ms: 254620\n- text: Ah! Take 'em to church, see me preaching the word\n  start_ms: 254620\n  end_ms: 257120\n- text: All these hoes are offended, and I ain't even concerned\n  start_ms: 257120\n  end_ms: 259270\n- text: They lied to me and I learned\n  start_ms: 259270\n  end_ms: 260360\n- text: Breathe the air in and clear it\n  start_ms: 260360\n  end_ms: 261540\n- text: A tree falls in the forest with nobody there to hear it\n  start_ms: 261540\n  end_ms: 263570\n- text: Why would I ever fear it? Ah (so serious)\n  start_ms: 263570\n  end_ms: 266410\n- text: Everybody gather 'round\n  start_ms: 266410\n  end_ms: 270860\n- text: Father-fuck the underground\n  start_ms: 270860\n  end_ms: 275280\n- text: Using every verb and noun\n  start_ms: 275280\n  end_ms: 279660\n- text: Did I need'a write this down?\n  start_ms: 279660\n  end_ms: 281860\n- text: I don't give a runny fuck, I live it up until I'm dead\n  start_ms: 281860\n  end_ms: 283930\n- text: Dyin' in my sleep, so my coffin' doubles as a bed\n  start_ms: 283930\n  end_ms: 286050\n- text: Why they competin'? See we eatin' yeah, we gettin' fed\n  start_ms: 286050\n  end_ms: 288600\n- text: Going heavy metal with the chair and level in the red\n  start_ms: 288600\n  end_ms: 290780\n- text: Swear to God, I thought all of you's an onomatopoeia\n  start_ms: 290780\n  end_ms: 293040\n- text: Life is a bitch, and the word is she got gonorrhea\n  start_ms: 293040\n  end_ms: 294990\n- text: I don't need an enemy, pretendin' to be into me\n  start_ms: 294990\n  end_ms: 297130\n- text: Got everybody huddled 'round the table like it's D and D\n  start_ms: 297130\n  end_ms: 299680\n- text: U-B-I the penance-y, we don't see the E-N-T\n  start_ms: 299680\n  end_ms: 301810\n- text: Coming short of what mom and pop had wanted me to be, dee, dee, dee, dee\n  start_ms: 301810\n  end_ms: 304370\n- text: Didn't wanna try to rhyme with me to beat\n  start_ms: 304370\n  end_ms: 306150\n- text: Fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, dedicating this to Sean P\n  start_ms: 306150\n  end_ms: 308170\n- text: You're gonna need an army, tryna battle scar me\n  start_ms: 308170\n  end_ms: 310520\n- text: We've been playing father-fuckers ever since Atari\n  start_ms: 310520\n  end_ms: 312550\n- text: How the hell you plan on revvin' up without a car key?\n  start_ms: 312550\n  end_ms: 314530\n- text: If that's the situation, you ain't ever gonna starve me\n  start_ms: 314530\n  end_ms: 316920\n- text: Now hardy, you Barbie, who are we's irrelevant\n  start_ms: 316920\n  end_ms: 319340\n- text: Couldn't overstay 'em with the zombie's intelligence\n  start_ms: 319340\n  end_ms: 321400\n- text: Hard as the metal gets, scarred for the hell of it\n  start_ms: 321400\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: I'll admit I hit skins just for the smell I get\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325920\n- text: I'm feeling cozy with my back to the wall\n  start_ms: 325920\n  end_ms: 327920\n- text: Would it be nothing but luck if I happen to ball\n  start_ms: 327920\n  end_ms: 330030\n- text: No way to even Q&A, what happened to y'all?\n  start_ms: 330030\n  end_ms: 332490\n- text: I'm the same dude, but I practice natural law\n  start_ms: 332490\n  end_ms: 334580\n- text: Eat a dick, motherfucker\n  start_ms: 334580\n  end_ms: 336870\n- text: Tell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there, yeah)\n  start_ms: 336870\n  end_ms: 341350\n- text: Tell me, is there anybody feeling me?\n  start_ms: 341350\n  end_ms: 343000\n- text: I don't know what's real (yeah)\n  start_ms: 343000\n  end_ms: 344230\n- text: Dammit, everybody, so ill (yeah)\n  start_ms: 344230\n  end_ms: 345440\n- text: They don't want me climbing to the top\n  start_ms: 345440\n  end_ms: 346960\n- text: They don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 346960\n  end_ms: 348500\n- text: But I gotta problem sittin' still\n  start_ms: 348500\n  end_ms: 350090\n- text: Ain't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill, nigga (yeah)\n  start_ms: 350090\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Tell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there)\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 358690\n- text: Tell me, is there anybody feeling me? (Yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 358690\n  end_ms: 360460\n- text: I don't know what's real\n  start_ms: 360460\n  end_ms: 361340\n- text: Dammit, everybody, so ill (ill)\n  start_ms: 361340\n  end_ms: 363190\n- text: They don't want me climbing to the top\n  start_ms: 363190\n  end_ms: 365090\n- text: They don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 365090\n  end_ms: 366130\n- text: But I gotta problem sittin' still\n  start_ms: 366130\n  end_ms: 367600\n- text: Ain't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill\n  start_ms: 367600\n  end_ms: 369160\n- text: Is there anybody out there?\n  start_ms: 369160\n  end_ms: 372090\n- text: Everything is working fine\n  start_ms: 372090\n  end_ms: 376670\n- text: Only when on music time\n  start_ms: 376670\n  end_ms: 381190\n- text: Did I do too many crimes\n  start_ms: 381190\n  end_ms: 385140\n- text: When I was a younger N9ne?\n  start_ms: 385140\n  end_ms: 389900\n- text: Never is enough for niggas\n  start_ms: 389900\n  end_ms: 391910\n- text: Especially when you are the giver staring at my trigger\n  start_ms: 391910\n  end_ms: 395990\n- text: Thinkin' something menacing, get away from this crazy life and the sin it brings\n  start_ms: 395990\n  end_ms: 398510\n- text: Heart is heavy, hell is having it hemorrhaging\n  start_ms: 398510\n  end_ms: 400330\n- text: This type of feeling lately had been a thing, end the King\n  start_ms: 400330\n  end_ms: 402400\n- text: Family don't want me, they just want me to not have anything\n  start_ms: 402400\n  end_ms: 404630\n- text: Take all of my money\n  start_ms: 404630\n  end_ms: 405650\n- text: Take my livelihood from me\n  start_ms: 405650\n  end_ms: 406700\n- text: Lettin' other people run me\n  start_ms: 406700\n  end_ms: 407620\n- text: Now I'm the motherfucking dummy\n  start_ms: 407620\n  end_ms: 408920\n- text: Years of money depleted\n  start_ms: 408920\n  end_ms: 409960\n- text: Guess I'm just supposed to eat it\n  start_ms: 409960\n  end_ms: 411020\n- text: IRS already took it, so why would y'all go repeat it\n  start_ms: 411020\n  end_ms: 413360\n- text: But I'm the one getting hate mail on 'em, I get so many brah\n  start_ms: 413360\n  end_ms: 415500\n- text: When I'm givin' everything, and they never spend a penny fo'\n  start_ms: 415500\n  end_ms: 417790\n- text: Nothin' my son is sad his mother got schizophrenia\n  start_ms: 417790\n  end_ms: 419750\n- text: Just like my momma, all this drama with a pistol, give me a\n  start_ms: 419750\n  end_ms: 422380\n- text: Break, motherfucker!\n  start_ms: 422380\n  end_ms: 423890\n- text: I ache, motherfucker!\n  start_ms: 423890\n  end_ms: 424650\n- text: '''Cause ain''t too many fucking with Aaron Yates, motherfucker'\n  start_ms: 424650\n  end_ms: 426840\n- text: Awakin' November 8th to some hate for the brother\n  start_ms: 426840\n  end_ms: 429140\n- text: Here to make sure that everybody ate, motherfucker\n  start_ms: 429140\n  end_ms: 431840\n- text: Dying a lonely geezer\n  start_ms: 431840\n  end_ms: 432840\n- text: May I please leave, make my seized money retrievers\n  start_ms: 432840\n  end_ms: 435580\n- text: Angel, but treated like Ebenezer\n  start_ms: 435580\n  end_ms: 436640\n- text: Mama's sickness, it freed her\n  start_ms: 436640\n  end_ms: 437910\n- text: Now my younger daughter is having seizures\n  start_ms: 437910\n  end_ms: 439770\n- text: Is anybody out there?\n  start_ms: 439770\n  end_ms: 444320\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 444320\nplain: |-\n  Anybody in the place? (Place)\n  I really need to ventilate (yah)\n  Can anybody hear me now? (Now)\n  I feel like I'm in outer space (yah, yah)\n  I feel like I've been over-thinkin' (oh)\n  Feel like I been over-drinkin' (yeah)\n  Man, I'm over bein' single\n  Man, I'm over minglin'\n\n  Don't nobody care about love (no)\n  Sick and tired of bein' in a club (yeah), everybody tryin' to run\n  Tryin' to be the man, tryin' to run shit\n  But most of y'all just end up on some dumb shit\n\n  Bump this loud when we wanna prove somethin'\n  Coolie out there kickin' it at every single function\n  Gang, Bangarang, lil' nigga got gumption\n  Cigarette smokin', heavy alcohol consumption\n  Bring it to me then if a nigga want somethin'\n  Give me 'bout a year, and I won't owe nobody nothin'\n  Matter o' fact, I'll get it, finna speak, end of discussion (brrah)\n\n  Coolie in the building\n  Double, triple homicide shit when I killed them\n  God-given talent, so it's God that has willed them\n  Let a nigga live, I don't care if he don't feel them\n  But you gon' give me my respect here (respect here)\n  Everybody pointin' to who next here (who next here)\n  I don't wanna talk about it next year\n  Y'all gon' wanna place a fucking bet here (yeah!)\n\n  I've been gettin' super high\n  Medication utilize\n  Tryna shuffle through the lies\n  Nothing had me too surprised\n  Tryin' to connect the dots\n  Rollin', smokin', taking shots\n  I can not control my thoughts\n  Prayin', hope it stops\n\n  Do these people love you like they say they do?\n  Any sign of weakness and they label you\n  But now I feel unbreakable\n  Hate I gravitate to what's available\n  You stay or learn my way, it's situational, bitch!\n\n  But why the fuck you think I'm 'bout to play with you\n  Unstable, the wait has made me pain, and made me relate-able\n  The break-up was in the way of wakin' up, I wasn't able to\n  Could've been fatal, too emotional, one mistake or two\n  Could've made me blow and go touch a hoe like a plate of food\n  I'm no longer telling my homies \"Hold up and wait a few\"\n  Momma grew hostile, tossin' rosé over a plate of food\n\n  And we all eatin'\n  Have a ball with y'all, crampin'\", my jaw cheesin'\n  Threw us over, we all bustin', we all squeezin'\n  I'm on a no off button, no off season\n  Balls deep, my lost sleep was lost even\n  Lift off, lift y'all drink, it all syncin'\n  It's legit, everybody know that we can spit\n  I just hope somebody give a shit, nigga!\n\n  Tell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there, yeah)\n  Tell me, is there anybody feeling me?\n  I don't know what's real (yeah)\n  Dammit, everybody, so ill (yeah)\n  They don't want me climbing to the top\n  They don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\n  But I gotta problem sittin' still\n  Ain't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill, nigga (yeah)\n\n  Tell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there, yeah)\n  Tell me, is there anybody feeling me? (Yeah, yeah)\n  I don't know what's real\n  Dammit, everybody, so ill (ill)\n  They don't want me climbing to the top\n  They don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\n  But I gotta problem sittin' still\n  Ain't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill\n  Is there anybody out there?\n\n  When the fuck will all these rappers learn?\n  Family first, is that absurd?\n  Nothing sacred had you heard\n  Motherfucker, say the magic word\n\n  I can't entertain it\n  Lookin' for love, and now you lookin' for someone famous\n  I been to where you couldn't care what my fucking name is\n  Switch it and bait it, boy, I bet these bitches would take it\n  Tellin' your friends, and now your friends are saying we're dated\n  Lucky for them, I'm never saying nothing, I'm faded\n  Put it in public, let me put you up on the latest\n\n  I know a lot of ladies, and they be swallowing babies\n  They let you test drive the labia like Mercedes'\n  Going down like a two dollar whore for a dolla-80\n  Calling me crazy names and unfollow my page, we live in a hater age\n  Where everybody lie, bitches be playing games, pickin' over your posts\n  Bitches on layaway\n  Be careful where you sticking your dick on the day-to-day\n  'Cause y'all don't ever know what they mix in the mayonnaise\n\n  That's why we pray\n  Elephant in the room, anything but the AIDS\n  They sell it in the streets\n  It's elementary to me, the element of surprise have you celebate as a priest\n  Ah! Take 'em to church, see me preaching the word\n  All these hoes are offended, and I ain't even concerned\n  They lied to me and I learned\n  Breathe the air in and clear it\n  A tree falls in the forest with nobody there to hear it\n  Why would I ever fear it? Ah (so serious)\n\n  Everybody gather 'round\n  Father-fuck the underground\n  Using every verb and noun\n  Did I need'a write this down?\n\n  I don't give a runny fuck, I live it up until I'm dead\n  Dyin' in my sleep, so my coffin' doubles as a bed\n  Why they competin'? See we eatin' yeah, we gettin' fed\n  Going heavy metal with the chair and level in the red\n  Swear to God, I thought all of you's an onomatopoeia\n  Life is a bitch, and the word is she got gonorrhea\n  I don't need an enemy, pretendin' to be into me\n  Got everybody huddled 'round the table like it's D and D\n\n  U-B-I the penance-y, we don't see the E-N-T\n  Coming short of what mom and pop had wanted me to be, dee, dee, dee, dee\n  Didn't wanna try to rhyme with me to beat\n  Fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, dedicating this to Sean P\n  You're gonna need an army, tryna battle scar me\n  We've been playing father-fuckers ever since Atari\n  How the hell you plan on revvin' up without a car key?\n  If that's the situation, you ain't ever gonna starve me\n\n  Now hardy, you Barbie, who are we's irrelevant\n  Couldn't overstay 'em with the zombie's intelligence\n  Hard as the metal gets, scarred for the hell of it\n  I'll admit I hit skins just for the smell I get\n  I'm feeling cozy with my back to the wall\n  Would it be nothing but luck if I happen to ball\n  No way to even Q&A, what happened to y'all?\n  I'm the same dude, but I practice natural law\n  Eat a dick, motherfucker\n\n  Tell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there, yeah)\n  Tell me, is there anybody feeling me?\n  I don't know what's real (yeah)\n  Dammit, everybody, so ill (yeah)\n  They don't want me climbing to the top\n  They don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\n  But I gotta problem sittin' still\n  Ain't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill, nigga (yeah)\n\n  Tell me, is there anybody out there? (Out there, out there)\n  Tell me, is there anybody feeling me? (Yeah, yeah)\n  I don't know what's real\n  Dammit, everybody, so ill (ill)\n  They don't want me climbing to the top\n  They don't wanna know what's real (yeah, yeah)\n  But I gotta problem sittin' still\n  Ain't no fuckin' where I'm finna chill\n  Is there anybody out there?\n\n  Everything is working fine\n  Only when on music time\n  Did I do too many crimes\n  When I was a younger N9ne?\n  Never is enough for niggas\n  Especially when you are the giver staring at my trigger\n\n  Thinkin' something menacing, get away from this crazy life and the sin it brings\n  Heart is heavy, hell is having it hemorrhaging\n  This type of feeling lately had been a thing, end the King\n  Family don't want me, they just want me to not have anything\n\n  Take all of my money\n  Take my livelihood from me\n  Lettin' other people run me\n  Now I'm the motherfucking dummy\n  Years of money depleted\n  Guess I'm just supposed to eat it\n  IRS already took it, so why would y'all go repeat it\n\n  But I'm the one getting hate mail on 'em, I get so many brah\n  When I'm givin' everything, and they never spend a penny fo'\n  Nothin' my son is sad his mother got schizophrenia\n  Just like my momma, all this drama with a pistol, give me a\n  Break, motherfucker!\n  I ache, motherfucker!\n  'Cause ain't too many fucking with Aaron Yates, motherfucker\n  Awakin' November 8th to some hate for the brother\n  Here to make sure that everybody ate, motherfucker\n\n  Dying a lonely geezer\n  May I please leave, make my seized money retrievers\n  Angel, but treated like Ebenezer\n  Mama's sickness, it freed her\n  Now my younger daughter is having seizures\n  Is anybody out there?\n"}]